Post by Storm on Jun 23, 2006 5:29:36 GMT -5
[Finally! Thanks for your patience, everyone!]
Name: Ororo Munroe
Codename: Storm
Affiliation: X-Men
Age: 32
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Blue, glowing white when excited
Appearance:
Ororo is half African, half white American; her skin is a mocha shade. Her white hair is mid-back-length, thick and wild, without bangs and without a part. She has a well-shaped face with a strong sharp jaw and high cheekbones, but her eyes are kind. She is tall and slender, but definitely has womanly curves. She carries herself proudly upright.
Ororo dresses stylishly, favoring crisp, modern clothes such as slim slacks, tight shirts and skirt suits. She does dress more comfortably at home, in t-shirts and sweats, but she doesn’t wear big logos or anything sloppy. Occasionally her clothing has embellishments taken from African motifs, like a patterned border or a few wooden beads on a string tie. Sometimes in her younger years at the mansion, she didn’t care to wear clothes at all, but this is unusual nowadays as she is more socially conscious. She wears makeup, but not heavily or brightly colored – just to emphasize her features, particularly with eyeliner and lipstick.
Personality:
Ororo is kind and maternal, if also proud. She is strong-willed and will stand up even to the temper of Wolverine. However, she works well in a team, either as a member or a leader, as she is sharp and eloquent. She doesn’t care much for rebellion, but she tries to be patient with it. She does not have much of a sense of humor, but is a pleasant person and appreciates humor in others.
Ororo does not like to fight or kill, and will avoid killing at almost all costs. She has learned to control her emotions, because they connect to her powers and when allowed to run rampant, her passions can cause damage. Thus, she is usually extremely level-headed and logical.
She is extremely claustrophobic and, while she doesn’t mind being indoors, prefers to be near windows. Her room at the top of the X-Mansion has skylights to enable her to see the sky. She has a garden, as well, which she escapes to when stressed.
Powers and Abilities:
Storm has the unusual power of atmokinesis, the ability to mentally manipulate weather. She can control cloud patterns, for instance to create fog or to cause precipitation (rain, hail, snow) as well as to clear the sky. She can also control the winds, and often uses them to lift her into flight. She can even cause lightning, and sense electrical power in the air.
She can only manipulate existing humidity and air, although when doing serious battle this can become destructive to ecosystems – for instance, if she fogs over a city by pulling existing moisture from the air, it makes the weather extremely dry in the surrounding regions. For this reason, she only causes large-scale change when she has to.
Storm cannot cause instantaneous change, but when concentratingly intently, she can shift the weather very drastically very quickly. Her destructive power can reach the force level of the strongest natural disasters – for instance, a hurricane with 200 mph winds.
She has to be present in a place in order to change its weather; she cannot sit in New York and change the weather in Kenya, for instance. She is not capable of changing the entire globe’s weather, either – she can totally control conditions for a radius of about 10 miles away from herself, Beyond the 10-mile radius, her control is not total, although she can still affect conditions significantly, such as creating storms all down a coastline of the U.S. This does, however, greatly sap her energy. In the smaller scope, she can make it rain over a single potted plant.
Storm can also change her body temperature to provide a certain amount of immunity to weather conditions. She is not immune to weather’s physical effects (wetness, pain from hail) if she is taken off guard, but she can deflect them easily if alert.
Her eyes glow completely white when she summons her powers.
In the non-mutant sense, Storm is also an expert lock-picker (a talent which she doesn't use much anymore) and an increasingly accomplished hand-to-hand fighter.
History:
Ororo is the daughter of an American, David Munroe, and a Kenyan princess named N’Dare, who was descended from a line of magical priestesses. Ororo was born in New York but lived in Egypt with her parents when she was young. When she was five years old, a conflict in Cairo destroyed their home; Ororo saw her parents die and she was buried under the rubble, an experience that left her with a severe case of claustrophobia.
She managed to escape, but she had nothing and was forced to become a thief and pickpocket to survive. Once, she tried to pick the pocket of an American tourist, but he caught her with telepathic abilities. He was distracted and she escaped, but Charles Xavier remembered her.
When she was twelve years old, she felt the urge to leave Cairo, and so she travelled south. On the way, she was nearly raped by a man who offered her a ride, and she killed him. Horrified, she vowed never to take another human life.
Her powers had surfaced by the time she finished her trek through the desert and arrived in in her mother’s home country of Kenya. When the local tribes found out, they worshipped her as a goddess. She stayed there for many more years, helping the people whenever she could and working on her powers.
But eventually, when Ororo was a young woman, Professor Xavier found he needed more help than his small team of X-Men could provide, and sought her out to join them. She agreed to leave Kenya, and returned to the United States to live at the X-Mansion.
She soon became a respected member of the team, although she had some problems fitting in – for instance, she didn’t see the need for clothing when it was hot out, a mistake that later helped her forge a friendship with Animaux, who had the same opinion.
As a member of the X-Men, she participated in their biggest battles: she helped defeat Magneto at the Statue of Liberty, aided in the mission to Alkali Lake, and brought the sky into battle at Alcatraz. She is a natural leader and has rescued many mutants when they were in need; and when Xavier was killed by the Phoenix, she stepped in to save and run his school. She values the students and wants to see the next generation become responsible, respected citizens.
Sample post:
Ororo was sitting in the living room, reading the newspaper with a slight frown furrowing her brow, when the mansion doorbell rang. She lifted herself from her chair and walked with her usual perfect posture into the front hall.
She glanced through the window and gasped almost inaudibly.
Grasping the door handle, she pulled it open and crouched in the crack it made. Nobody inside the hall should see what she could see.
There on the step before her was the tanned, naked body of a girl.
Thank goodness she was still breathing. Ororo knew better than to touch her – she’d been stung or drained enough by the other mutants who had shown up at the mansion doorstep – but she quickly summoned a warm breeze to stir the girl’s hair.
“Hey,” she spoke softly. And the girl lifted her head.
Ororo looked into the blue eyes with intent concern. She didn’t bother to ask whether the girl needed help – that much, at least, was clear. “My name is Ororo, I live here at Xavier’s School. Are you able to rise? Are you injured in any way? I would like to help you inside, you will be safe here.”
The girl inhaled once or twice with an open mouth and finally said quietly, “Inside.” It clearly took a lot of strength, but she put out a shaking hand.
Ororo took her chances with the girl’s potential powers and reached out to meet the hand. She bent forward on her knees and grasped the girl’s body without hesitation or shame, and tried to lift her gently. But – a mutant indeed – she thought with gentle surprise. The girl’s body was twice as heavy as it should have been, and she could barely move her, though Ororo was strong.
“Honey… are you able to move at all? I will help you, but I cannot lift you alone.”
The girl took a moment to register the words, and then slowly heaved herself to her hands and knees, and then to kneel. Ororo wrapped her arm around the girl and felt the small hand grasp her neck, and together they lifted the girl to her feet. Ororo held her tightly, shielding her body as best she could, and opened the door fully with her free arm.
After a moment to steady, they took a stumbling step across the threshold.
The girl’s sides heaved and with a great effort, she lifted her head to look at the grand entryway. Ororo smiled at her. “Welcome.”
She led the girl towards the nearest overstuffed chair, but could barely take her weight as the girl stumbled weakly. They barely made it and the girl fell twisting into the chair, bare legs immodestly askew and mouth open and dry. Her eyes found Ororo’s and she tried to smile, clearly wishing to please. “Cal.” But her blue eyes rolled back and closed and Ororo knew she could speak no more for now.
“Welcome, Cal.” Ororo lifted a blanket from a nearby sofa and draped the girl warmly in it. I remember my naked days… Oh for a society that would accept it, but even these enlightened people would be stunned to see her.
Rest she seems to need first; nourishment… a doctor. Ororo furrowed her brow with concern at the newcomer, and reached out a slim hand to smooth the matted blonde hair away from her face. I will be interested to hear her story.
And Ororo straightened up quickly and strode down the hall to seek the Professor.
[I also play Animaux.]
Name: Ororo Munroe
Codename: Storm
Affiliation: X-Men
Age: 32
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Blue, glowing white when excited
Appearance:
Ororo is half African, half white American; her skin is a mocha shade. Her white hair is mid-back-length, thick and wild, without bangs and without a part. She has a well-shaped face with a strong sharp jaw and high cheekbones, but her eyes are kind. She is tall and slender, but definitely has womanly curves. She carries herself proudly upright.
Ororo dresses stylishly, favoring crisp, modern clothes such as slim slacks, tight shirts and skirt suits. She does dress more comfortably at home, in t-shirts and sweats, but she doesn’t wear big logos or anything sloppy. Occasionally her clothing has embellishments taken from African motifs, like a patterned border or a few wooden beads on a string tie. Sometimes in her younger years at the mansion, she didn’t care to wear clothes at all, but this is unusual nowadays as she is more socially conscious. She wears makeup, but not heavily or brightly colored – just to emphasize her features, particularly with eyeliner and lipstick.
Personality:
Ororo is kind and maternal, if also proud. She is strong-willed and will stand up even to the temper of Wolverine. However, she works well in a team, either as a member or a leader, as she is sharp and eloquent. She doesn’t care much for rebellion, but she tries to be patient with it. She does not have much of a sense of humor, but is a pleasant person and appreciates humor in others.
Ororo does not like to fight or kill, and will avoid killing at almost all costs. She has learned to control her emotions, because they connect to her powers and when allowed to run rampant, her passions can cause damage. Thus, she is usually extremely level-headed and logical.
She is extremely claustrophobic and, while she doesn’t mind being indoors, prefers to be near windows. Her room at the top of the X-Mansion has skylights to enable her to see the sky. She has a garden, as well, which she escapes to when stressed.
Powers and Abilities:
Storm has the unusual power of atmokinesis, the ability to mentally manipulate weather. She can control cloud patterns, for instance to create fog or to cause precipitation (rain, hail, snow) as well as to clear the sky. She can also control the winds, and often uses them to lift her into flight. She can even cause lightning, and sense electrical power in the air.
She can only manipulate existing humidity and air, although when doing serious battle this can become destructive to ecosystems – for instance, if she fogs over a city by pulling existing moisture from the air, it makes the weather extremely dry in the surrounding regions. For this reason, she only causes large-scale change when she has to.
Storm cannot cause instantaneous change, but when concentratingly intently, she can shift the weather very drastically very quickly. Her destructive power can reach the force level of the strongest natural disasters – for instance, a hurricane with 200 mph winds.
She has to be present in a place in order to change its weather; she cannot sit in New York and change the weather in Kenya, for instance. She is not capable of changing the entire globe’s weather, either – she can totally control conditions for a radius of about 10 miles away from herself, Beyond the 10-mile radius, her control is not total, although she can still affect conditions significantly, such as creating storms all down a coastline of the U.S. This does, however, greatly sap her energy. In the smaller scope, she can make it rain over a single potted plant.
Storm can also change her body temperature to provide a certain amount of immunity to weather conditions. She is not immune to weather’s physical effects (wetness, pain from hail) if she is taken off guard, but she can deflect them easily if alert.
Her eyes glow completely white when she summons her powers.
In the non-mutant sense, Storm is also an expert lock-picker (a talent which she doesn't use much anymore) and an increasingly accomplished hand-to-hand fighter.
History:
Ororo is the daughter of an American, David Munroe, and a Kenyan princess named N’Dare, who was descended from a line of magical priestesses. Ororo was born in New York but lived in Egypt with her parents when she was young. When she was five years old, a conflict in Cairo destroyed their home; Ororo saw her parents die and she was buried under the rubble, an experience that left her with a severe case of claustrophobia.
She managed to escape, but she had nothing and was forced to become a thief and pickpocket to survive. Once, she tried to pick the pocket of an American tourist, but he caught her with telepathic abilities. He was distracted and she escaped, but Charles Xavier remembered her.
When she was twelve years old, she felt the urge to leave Cairo, and so she travelled south. On the way, she was nearly raped by a man who offered her a ride, and she killed him. Horrified, she vowed never to take another human life.
Her powers had surfaced by the time she finished her trek through the desert and arrived in in her mother’s home country of Kenya. When the local tribes found out, they worshipped her as a goddess. She stayed there for many more years, helping the people whenever she could and working on her powers.
But eventually, when Ororo was a young woman, Professor Xavier found he needed more help than his small team of X-Men could provide, and sought her out to join them. She agreed to leave Kenya, and returned to the United States to live at the X-Mansion.
She soon became a respected member of the team, although she had some problems fitting in – for instance, she didn’t see the need for clothing when it was hot out, a mistake that later helped her forge a friendship with Animaux, who had the same opinion.
As a member of the X-Men, she participated in their biggest battles: she helped defeat Magneto at the Statue of Liberty, aided in the mission to Alkali Lake, and brought the sky into battle at Alcatraz. She is a natural leader and has rescued many mutants when they were in need; and when Xavier was killed by the Phoenix, she stepped in to save and run his school. She values the students and wants to see the next generation become responsible, respected citizens.
Sample post:
Ororo was sitting in the living room, reading the newspaper with a slight frown furrowing her brow, when the mansion doorbell rang. She lifted herself from her chair and walked with her usual perfect posture into the front hall.
She glanced through the window and gasped almost inaudibly.
Grasping the door handle, she pulled it open and crouched in the crack it made. Nobody inside the hall should see what she could see.
There on the step before her was the tanned, naked body of a girl.
Thank goodness she was still breathing. Ororo knew better than to touch her – she’d been stung or drained enough by the other mutants who had shown up at the mansion doorstep – but she quickly summoned a warm breeze to stir the girl’s hair.
“Hey,” she spoke softly. And the girl lifted her head.
Ororo looked into the blue eyes with intent concern. She didn’t bother to ask whether the girl needed help – that much, at least, was clear. “My name is Ororo, I live here at Xavier’s School. Are you able to rise? Are you injured in any way? I would like to help you inside, you will be safe here.”
The girl inhaled once or twice with an open mouth and finally said quietly, “Inside.” It clearly took a lot of strength, but she put out a shaking hand.
Ororo took her chances with the girl’s potential powers and reached out to meet the hand. She bent forward on her knees and grasped the girl’s body without hesitation or shame, and tried to lift her gently. But – a mutant indeed – she thought with gentle surprise. The girl’s body was twice as heavy as it should have been, and she could barely move her, though Ororo was strong.
“Honey… are you able to move at all? I will help you, but I cannot lift you alone.”
The girl took a moment to register the words, and then slowly heaved herself to her hands and knees, and then to kneel. Ororo wrapped her arm around the girl and felt the small hand grasp her neck, and together they lifted the girl to her feet. Ororo held her tightly, shielding her body as best she could, and opened the door fully with her free arm.
After a moment to steady, they took a stumbling step across the threshold.
The girl’s sides heaved and with a great effort, she lifted her head to look at the grand entryway. Ororo smiled at her. “Welcome.”
She led the girl towards the nearest overstuffed chair, but could barely take her weight as the girl stumbled weakly. They barely made it and the girl fell twisting into the chair, bare legs immodestly askew and mouth open and dry. Her eyes found Ororo’s and she tried to smile, clearly wishing to please. “Cal.” But her blue eyes rolled back and closed and Ororo knew she could speak no more for now.
“Welcome, Cal.” Ororo lifted a blanket from a nearby sofa and draped the girl warmly in it. I remember my naked days… Oh for a society that would accept it, but even these enlightened people would be stunned to see her.
Rest she seems to need first; nourishment… a doctor. Ororo furrowed her brow with concern at the newcomer, and reached out a slim hand to smooth the matted blonde hair away from her face. I will be interested to hear her story.
And Ororo straightened up quickly and strode down the hall to seek the Professor.
[I also play Animaux.]
