Post by Nightingale on Jul 5, 2006 12:17:42 GMT -5
Now, the concept of this character is one that I had after watching the third movie and contemplating movie-verse Rogue. If her power had been to give energy/life-force rather than take it, what would have happened? The original idea morphed into a person all of her own, it's been in my head for a while. Hope it works for someone other than me, I haven't written a bio in a while 
Name: Angela "Angie" Price
Codename(s): Nightingale
Affiliation: Brotherhood
Age: 17
Height: 5'4
Weight: 50-ish kilos (around 110 pounds)
Hair Color: Dirty blonde
Eye Color: Green
Appearance: Both her appearance and her manner of dress can lead people to think that Angela is younger than she actually is. For a long time, she was either unsure how to control her mutation, or unable to due to others, and as a result she stopped growing earlier than most people, and her weight always stayed low, giving her a girlish figure that never really developed into womanhood. She could be called pretty, but Angie has never thought of herself in terms of physical attributes since her mutation does not allow for physical relationships.
She wears her long blonde hair up most of the time, in plaits or a messy bun, and she has never really been one for makeup. In terms of clothing, Angie's options are limited, due to the circumstances of her leaving her mother. She generally wears one of her pairs of dark blue jeans or a simple black wrap skirt, with plain, but brightly coloured t-shirts, and a pink or purple zip-up hooded jacket. One article of clothing that is almost never away from her person is a pair of hand knit mittens, pink with white cuffs and a white-ribbing-edged slit in the palm, which cover her hands while allowing her to slip her fingers out at any time.
Personality: Angie is quiet and avoids too much contact with other people, since her mutation means she has to be so careful about touch. Spending her teenage years watching other girls hugging and holding hands with their good friends meant that she alienated herself to avoid the touch, and the only people that she ever really got close to were the two other mutants at her school. Having been dragged by her mother to the US the moment the cure was announced, Angie's trust in people, and particularly normal humans, has been shaken, and she declined even further into her shell after she left their hotel in the middle of the night to find a place where she wouldn't need to change who she was to please others. She is proud of her ability, knows its worth, but is torn between being pleased that she can help people and mourning the fact that she will never be 'normal'.
Powers and Abilities: Angela, as might be guessed from her codename, has a mutation that allows her to heal others - in her case, simply by touch. Manifesting at the age of 13, Angie discovered that when her skin came into contact with anyone else's, there was a, for lack of better words, transference of energy between them. It took a while to understand what was happening, and longer to control it, but over the years she has come to grips with her mutation and has discovered her limitations and her abilities. When she touches someone with bare skin, she feels their hurts, their problems, both physical and mental, and her energy pours into them to heal them of any physical problems - pain, fatigue, illness, injury. Because her mutation is dependent on her own energy being given, though, it is dangerous for her to touch anyone that is seriously ill, and she needs to regain her energy (see weaknesses) before she can function again. Over the years, Angie has learnt that more skin contact allows for a quicker energy transfer - so a fingertip is the safest way to carry out a diagnosis, and a full palm touch allows for quicker healing. It is not only her hands that are linked to her ability, but that is what she mainly uses.
Weaknesses: As mentioned, Angie's mutation is both a strength and a weakness. Because of her ability to give her own energy, she must be careful about the amount of skin she has exposed at all times. Due to the nature of her mutation, Angie cannot heal herself. A problem that this causes, aside from having to deal with injuries and illnesses as a normal person would have to, is that she requires time to recuperate after giving her energy to heal others. If she eats or sleeps, this time can be lessened, but generally it takes at least an hour for Angie to be back at full strength after sustained contact, and as long as several days if she has healed a major illness/injury. The practical effect of this is somewhat like pulling an all-nighter: her thought process is slowed and her body does not react as quickly when she has given her energy away. When she has healed a serious problem, Angie can even react so much as to pass out for a few minutes, but this is rare. Angie's strength is generally restored within a day, but the effect of her healing stacks up - so the more people she touches, and the longer for, the longer she needs to recover.
History: Born and raised in Sydney, Australia, Angie is the only child of Dr Elizabeth Price. Trained in emergency medicine, Dr Price worked extremely hard at her job, her long hours and commitment away from her family leading to the break up of her marriage to Angie's father while the girl was just three years old. After he left, Angela was left to the care of childcare centres and baby-sitters until a centre was opened in the hospital for the children of the workers there. Learning to sit still and be quiet after the childcare had closed for the day, Angie spent many hours in what was to become almost more familiar than her own home - the emergency ward where her mother worked.
Even when she was old enough to be left at home on her own, Angie still preferred being near her mother, and was nicknamed 'Little Florence Nightingale' by the other doctors and nurses in the ward once they had taught her where the supplies were and could rely on her to fetch them when they were rushed. It was when she had just started high school that Angie discovered her mutation, when a little girl with a bump on her head managed to get lost in the panic surrounding her mother's injuries. The poor girl was wailing, her bump swelling quickly, and Angie took a hold of her hand to help find where she should be. She immediately noticed that something was happening, and while Angie momentarily swayed on her feet, the little girl's bump disappeared and her tears stopped immediately. Letting go, and not entirely sure of what had just happened, Angie called one of the nurses to find the girl's mother.
Later, what was happening became more obvious as Angie ended up weak for hours after touching people, while they grew stronger, and she began taking steps to avoid skin contact. Even good-night kisses from her mother were avoided, and her long sleeves and gloves were the cause of conflict with teachers at her school. For some years, Angie managed to hide what was going on, but eventually her ability became known and her mother found out what had happened, and Elizabeth moved them to Queensland to avoid discovery.
It had been an old man with severe cataracts who had started the scene, after gripping her arm for support as he tripped over another man's plaster-clad leg and almost falling. There had been a problem with the air conditioning in the hospital, and Angie had tied her jacket around her waist - gaining her more than a few strange looks since she'd left her new mittens, an op-shop find, on. She'd felt the full force of her ability as he'd gripped her bare skin, and his eyes had started to clear before she could tear his hand away and run. She'd gone into the nearest place with a lock - the women's toilet - and sat down heavily, pausing to recover her strength for a moment. Panicking slightly, she began searching her pockets for anything that could pass as food - a chocolate bar, some nuts, even chewing gum, but found nothing. She'd stayed there for minutes that seemed like hours, expecting someone to start knocking, before finally leaving the building as fast as she could. Angie had sat in her room until her mother had come home, relating a strange incident that had happened to her daughter's increasingly ashen face. It had finally clicked, all the strange behaviour and the odd tales, and Elizabeth immediately transferred to Brisbane to get away from all the questions and the rumours, the people hunting for the girl who had cured blindness.
She'd been forbidden to go near hospitals after that, and it had been in her new school that Angie had finally met another mutant - two, in fact. They'd understood more about her than anyone else, understood her need for her own space, and had never put pressure on her to be like everyone else. Her mother still prodded her as if there was some way to fix her, checking blood pressure and temperatures and taking samples of blood as if any of it would change her genetic make up. And when the cure had been announced, Elizabeth had put them both on a plane before Angie had even had a chance to pack her bags properly, taking her daughter to America to be 'fixed' so that they wouldn't even have to wait for it to be shipped to Australia. They'd fought in the hotel room that night, arriving too late for Angie to have been taken in that day - and she was glad. Things had changed when her mother had started viewing her gift as an illness to be cured, which had been as soon as she'd known about it. Packing as many of her things as she thought she could get away with, Angie had told her mother she was going to get food and never went back to the hotel. As much as she was scared - she'd been provided for all her life, and had no idea how she'd manage to get more food once the meagre amount of cash she had ran out - she knew she couldn't stay. She didn't want the cure, didn't want to be 'fixed' so that she could be 'normal'. She was normal - for her - and that was all that mattered. There had to be somewhere that mutants were safe.
She had of course heard about Alcatraz, that there was fighting and conflict. The Brotherhood of Mutants were fighting for mutant rights, so she heard, fighting the cure before it was forced on them all, and Angie found that she could sympathise with their cause. Still, she had no idea how to track them down - they'd scattered after Alcatraz, seemingly gone. And yet, she'd been handed an odd business card one day, and there were reports of a robbery in England of all places. And then there was always Xavier's school, which she'd heard was a safe place for young mutants, but she didn't really know much about them. Torn between her familiar life, the prospect of her mother finding a vial of the cure and administering it, something completely unknown, and facing life on the streets for the rest of her life, Angie found herself stuck, unsure of what to do. She was a mutant – but her mother only wanted what was best for her daughter. It was a difficult choice to make.
Sample post:
The temperature dropped as night fell, and Angela Price zipped her jacket up, pulling the hood up to warm her ears. She sat down, leaning against a wall, and took her backpack off, looking for something to eat. She pulled out what she thought was an energy bar but instead found herself looking down at her mobile phone, and she quickly put it into her pocket to keep searching, not wanting to give in to the emotions that arose every time she looked at it. She was still torn between wanting to call her mother, and not wanting to give any clue about where she was.
Still unable to find the food, Angie poked her fingers out through the palm of her mitten, and fished out her wallet, examining what was left. Enough for a few more meals, if she made them last. She knew that she was almost out of credit on her phone, had enough to make one more call, and she didn’t know what to do. The business card poked out of her wallet as if to mock her, the words that she had long since memorised promising a better life. She flipped it over, examining the number, turning it over in her fingers without thinking. Finally finding what she’d been looking for, Angie fished out the somewhat squished energy bar, and had a bite, the phone still sitting in her hand. She turned it on, waiting for it to organise itself, and dialled a number.
Before she could press send, she shook her head and cleared it. Don’t be an idiot. Her head was a mess of thoughts, pros and cons for each situation running through and adding up, and Angie put one finger to her temple momentarily, the coolness of her skin distracting her. Dialling in a different number, she swallowed her mouthful and hit send, listening to the ringing for a moment and clearing her throat. It connected, and she got onto a voicemail. The message was short, and she had no time to think about what she was going to say. Clearing her throat as the message ended, she spoke.
“It’s Angie… uh, Nightingale.” Rattling off her mobile phone number, she hung up, not sure if she’d made the right decision. Still, she’d made a decision, and she put the phone in her pocket to await a return call, picking up her bag and walking out onto the streets to keep moving, not sure where she was going as long as it was away.
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Screenname(s): Kaylan
Email: kaylans@gmail.com
IMs: best one to get me on is MSN: kaylans@gmail.com but I do have AIM: KaylanSedai and ICQ: 77374899 on most of the time as well.
RP Experience: I've been a member of www.dragonmount.com for six years, where I've played 8 or 9 different original characters (not counting TPCs). I was also a writer for their main plotline characters back when that program was still in existence. The RP over there is based on Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series. I also play at a very small original concept site, Illustria, but it's not overly active.
Name: Angela "Angie" Price
Codename(s): Nightingale
Affiliation: Brotherhood
Age: 17
Height: 5'4
Weight: 50-ish kilos (around 110 pounds)
Hair Color: Dirty blonde
Eye Color: Green
Appearance: Both her appearance and her manner of dress can lead people to think that Angela is younger than she actually is. For a long time, she was either unsure how to control her mutation, or unable to due to others, and as a result she stopped growing earlier than most people, and her weight always stayed low, giving her a girlish figure that never really developed into womanhood. She could be called pretty, but Angie has never thought of herself in terms of physical attributes since her mutation does not allow for physical relationships.
She wears her long blonde hair up most of the time, in plaits or a messy bun, and she has never really been one for makeup. In terms of clothing, Angie's options are limited, due to the circumstances of her leaving her mother. She generally wears one of her pairs of dark blue jeans or a simple black wrap skirt, with plain, but brightly coloured t-shirts, and a pink or purple zip-up hooded jacket. One article of clothing that is almost never away from her person is a pair of hand knit mittens, pink with white cuffs and a white-ribbing-edged slit in the palm, which cover her hands while allowing her to slip her fingers out at any time.
Personality: Angie is quiet and avoids too much contact with other people, since her mutation means she has to be so careful about touch. Spending her teenage years watching other girls hugging and holding hands with their good friends meant that she alienated herself to avoid the touch, and the only people that she ever really got close to were the two other mutants at her school. Having been dragged by her mother to the US the moment the cure was announced, Angie's trust in people, and particularly normal humans, has been shaken, and she declined even further into her shell after she left their hotel in the middle of the night to find a place where she wouldn't need to change who she was to please others. She is proud of her ability, knows its worth, but is torn between being pleased that she can help people and mourning the fact that she will never be 'normal'.
Powers and Abilities: Angela, as might be guessed from her codename, has a mutation that allows her to heal others - in her case, simply by touch. Manifesting at the age of 13, Angie discovered that when her skin came into contact with anyone else's, there was a, for lack of better words, transference of energy between them. It took a while to understand what was happening, and longer to control it, but over the years she has come to grips with her mutation and has discovered her limitations and her abilities. When she touches someone with bare skin, she feels their hurts, their problems, both physical and mental, and her energy pours into them to heal them of any physical problems - pain, fatigue, illness, injury. Because her mutation is dependent on her own energy being given, though, it is dangerous for her to touch anyone that is seriously ill, and she needs to regain her energy (see weaknesses) before she can function again. Over the years, Angie has learnt that more skin contact allows for a quicker energy transfer - so a fingertip is the safest way to carry out a diagnosis, and a full palm touch allows for quicker healing. It is not only her hands that are linked to her ability, but that is what she mainly uses.
Weaknesses: As mentioned, Angie's mutation is both a strength and a weakness. Because of her ability to give her own energy, she must be careful about the amount of skin she has exposed at all times. Due to the nature of her mutation, Angie cannot heal herself. A problem that this causes, aside from having to deal with injuries and illnesses as a normal person would have to, is that she requires time to recuperate after giving her energy to heal others. If she eats or sleeps, this time can be lessened, but generally it takes at least an hour for Angie to be back at full strength after sustained contact, and as long as several days if she has healed a major illness/injury. The practical effect of this is somewhat like pulling an all-nighter: her thought process is slowed and her body does not react as quickly when she has given her energy away. When she has healed a serious problem, Angie can even react so much as to pass out for a few minutes, but this is rare. Angie's strength is generally restored within a day, but the effect of her healing stacks up - so the more people she touches, and the longer for, the longer she needs to recover.
History: Born and raised in Sydney, Australia, Angie is the only child of Dr Elizabeth Price. Trained in emergency medicine, Dr Price worked extremely hard at her job, her long hours and commitment away from her family leading to the break up of her marriage to Angie's father while the girl was just three years old. After he left, Angela was left to the care of childcare centres and baby-sitters until a centre was opened in the hospital for the children of the workers there. Learning to sit still and be quiet after the childcare had closed for the day, Angie spent many hours in what was to become almost more familiar than her own home - the emergency ward where her mother worked.
Even when she was old enough to be left at home on her own, Angie still preferred being near her mother, and was nicknamed 'Little Florence Nightingale' by the other doctors and nurses in the ward once they had taught her where the supplies were and could rely on her to fetch them when they were rushed. It was when she had just started high school that Angie discovered her mutation, when a little girl with a bump on her head managed to get lost in the panic surrounding her mother's injuries. The poor girl was wailing, her bump swelling quickly, and Angie took a hold of her hand to help find where she should be. She immediately noticed that something was happening, and while Angie momentarily swayed on her feet, the little girl's bump disappeared and her tears stopped immediately. Letting go, and not entirely sure of what had just happened, Angie called one of the nurses to find the girl's mother.
Later, what was happening became more obvious as Angie ended up weak for hours after touching people, while they grew stronger, and she began taking steps to avoid skin contact. Even good-night kisses from her mother were avoided, and her long sleeves and gloves were the cause of conflict with teachers at her school. For some years, Angie managed to hide what was going on, but eventually her ability became known and her mother found out what had happened, and Elizabeth moved them to Queensland to avoid discovery.
It had been an old man with severe cataracts who had started the scene, after gripping her arm for support as he tripped over another man's plaster-clad leg and almost falling. There had been a problem with the air conditioning in the hospital, and Angie had tied her jacket around her waist - gaining her more than a few strange looks since she'd left her new mittens, an op-shop find, on. She'd felt the full force of her ability as he'd gripped her bare skin, and his eyes had started to clear before she could tear his hand away and run. She'd gone into the nearest place with a lock - the women's toilet - and sat down heavily, pausing to recover her strength for a moment. Panicking slightly, she began searching her pockets for anything that could pass as food - a chocolate bar, some nuts, even chewing gum, but found nothing. She'd stayed there for minutes that seemed like hours, expecting someone to start knocking, before finally leaving the building as fast as she could. Angie had sat in her room until her mother had come home, relating a strange incident that had happened to her daughter's increasingly ashen face. It had finally clicked, all the strange behaviour and the odd tales, and Elizabeth immediately transferred to Brisbane to get away from all the questions and the rumours, the people hunting for the girl who had cured blindness.
She'd been forbidden to go near hospitals after that, and it had been in her new school that Angie had finally met another mutant - two, in fact. They'd understood more about her than anyone else, understood her need for her own space, and had never put pressure on her to be like everyone else. Her mother still prodded her as if there was some way to fix her, checking blood pressure and temperatures and taking samples of blood as if any of it would change her genetic make up. And when the cure had been announced, Elizabeth had put them both on a plane before Angie had even had a chance to pack her bags properly, taking her daughter to America to be 'fixed' so that they wouldn't even have to wait for it to be shipped to Australia. They'd fought in the hotel room that night, arriving too late for Angie to have been taken in that day - and she was glad. Things had changed when her mother had started viewing her gift as an illness to be cured, which had been as soon as she'd known about it. Packing as many of her things as she thought she could get away with, Angie had told her mother she was going to get food and never went back to the hotel. As much as she was scared - she'd been provided for all her life, and had no idea how she'd manage to get more food once the meagre amount of cash she had ran out - she knew she couldn't stay. She didn't want the cure, didn't want to be 'fixed' so that she could be 'normal'. She was normal - for her - and that was all that mattered. There had to be somewhere that mutants were safe.
She had of course heard about Alcatraz, that there was fighting and conflict. The Brotherhood of Mutants were fighting for mutant rights, so she heard, fighting the cure before it was forced on them all, and Angie found that she could sympathise with their cause. Still, she had no idea how to track them down - they'd scattered after Alcatraz, seemingly gone. And yet, she'd been handed an odd business card one day, and there were reports of a robbery in England of all places. And then there was always Xavier's school, which she'd heard was a safe place for young mutants, but she didn't really know much about them. Torn between her familiar life, the prospect of her mother finding a vial of the cure and administering it, something completely unknown, and facing life on the streets for the rest of her life, Angie found herself stuck, unsure of what to do. She was a mutant – but her mother only wanted what was best for her daughter. It was a difficult choice to make.
Sample post:
The temperature dropped as night fell, and Angela Price zipped her jacket up, pulling the hood up to warm her ears. She sat down, leaning against a wall, and took her backpack off, looking for something to eat. She pulled out what she thought was an energy bar but instead found herself looking down at her mobile phone, and she quickly put it into her pocket to keep searching, not wanting to give in to the emotions that arose every time she looked at it. She was still torn between wanting to call her mother, and not wanting to give any clue about where she was.
Still unable to find the food, Angie poked her fingers out through the palm of her mitten, and fished out her wallet, examining what was left. Enough for a few more meals, if she made them last. She knew that she was almost out of credit on her phone, had enough to make one more call, and she didn’t know what to do. The business card poked out of her wallet as if to mock her, the words that she had long since memorised promising a better life. She flipped it over, examining the number, turning it over in her fingers without thinking. Finally finding what she’d been looking for, Angie fished out the somewhat squished energy bar, and had a bite, the phone still sitting in her hand. She turned it on, waiting for it to organise itself, and dialled a number.
Before she could press send, she shook her head and cleared it. Don’t be an idiot. Her head was a mess of thoughts, pros and cons for each situation running through and adding up, and Angie put one finger to her temple momentarily, the coolness of her skin distracting her. Dialling in a different number, she swallowed her mouthful and hit send, listening to the ringing for a moment and clearing her throat. It connected, and she got onto a voicemail. The message was short, and she had no time to think about what she was going to say. Clearing her throat as the message ended, she spoke.
“It’s Angie… uh, Nightingale.” Rattling off her mobile phone number, she hung up, not sure if she’d made the right decision. Still, she’d made a decision, and she put the phone in her pocket to await a return call, picking up her bag and walking out onto the streets to keep moving, not sure where she was going as long as it was away.
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Screenname(s): Kaylan
Email: kaylans@gmail.com
IMs: best one to get me on is MSN: kaylans@gmail.com but I do have AIM: KaylanSedai and ICQ: 77374899 on most of the time as well.
RP Experience: I've been a member of www.dragonmount.com for six years, where I've played 8 or 9 different original characters (not counting TPCs). I was also a writer for their main plotline characters back when that program was still in existence. The RP over there is based on Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series. I also play at a very small original concept site, Illustria, but it's not overly active.
