Post by Iceman on Aug 14, 2006 20:38:34 GMT -5
Name: Mercy (real first name is Evelyn, unbeknownst to her)
Affiliation: None, as of yet
Age: 17 (and a half. Ish)
Weight: 120
Height: 5"3
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Light blue inner iris, dark blue outer iris
Appearance:
Mercy has fair skin, with an angular, pronounced jawline and high cheekbones. She has full, pale red lips, and straight eyebrows, but her eyes are her most intruiging feature. They are wide and round, giving her a look that is often either soul-searching or utterly empty. She has long, dark brown hair, which falls to her mid-back at it's longest point.
Her clones (Mercy's Senses) at one time looked exactly like Mercy herself, but as they were manipulated and controlled in the Weapon X program, they began to change. They began to lose facial features as they appeared. This occurence prompted Stryker and his partners to command surgical experiments on the five clones. (See history)
These experiments left each clone hideously scarred, and each only possessing intact the facial feature which it appealed to in it's illusions. Mercy's Sight has only eyes, and she stares unblinking whenever she appears. If she turns her gaze on you, you are most likely marked for a terrifying illusion. Mercy's Taste has only a mouth, and Mercy's Smell has only a nose. The face of Mercy's sound is completely devoid of features, and has only ears. Mercy's Touch (for reasons explained in the history) has all features, but only one hand, the other being a scarred stump.
Whenever Mercy's Senses appear, they are clothed in the same plain, grey hospital gowns that they and Mercy wore at Alkali Lake. Each wears dogtags around their neck and plastic ID bracelets on their wrists.
Personality:
As Mercy has spent the only year and a half she can remember mostly in solitude, much of her personality when it comes to interacting with others is yet unknown, even to herself. She is a meek, soft-spoken girl--everything about her persona seems to make the way that she lives impossible. She seems to be very impressionable, when in fact she is willing to bend over backwards to keep tension at bay and to keep people happy with her. Having never known any kind of love--even she can't convince herself that the men she sees love or even care for her--she wants to be cared about more than anything.
She comes off as naive at times, because she doesn't understand seemingly simple things due to her mind being erased. As her powers return, and she begins to remember pieces of her past, her innocent outlook will crumble and she will find an independent spirit and the passion and drive to piece all of her life together.
Powers & Abilties:
Her power involves cloning, and a type of mind control. She can generate five clones of herself, which can appear one at a time or simultaneously. Each of these clones represent one of the senses--sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch.
Alltogether, the clones can create a realistic illusion in the mind of anyone near Mercy--either focusing on one or a few people, or affecting everyone around Mercy. Individually, each clone can create illusions which appeal only to the sense that they represent. Sight can create things which can be seen, but not touched or heard, etc.
There was a time when Mercy had a power to clone herself and a power to create illusions, completely seperate from each other. But during her involvement with Weapon X (see History), her powers were so twisted that she lost control of them. They began to create dark and terrifying illusions at their own will. They could sense the fears of others, and would make their victims see and experience those fears.
***The illusions are completely realistic--If Mercy's Touch is involved in creating the illusion, then the victim will feel, for example, themselves drowning in water or being seared by flames. They will not actually be being injured, but they will feel the pain as though they were. Since Mercy's Touch had one hand amputated in an experiment done by Weapon X, her powers were weakened. The pain or feeling involved with the illusion is not as great as it normally would be.***
She can no longer control the Senses fully, and those around her are often at the Senses' Mercy.
But no one knows what is is to be at the mercy of another better than Mercy herself. For her second power gives anyone who knows of it complete power over her.
The power is simply that she must follow orders. If someone tells her to do something, she has to do it. Whether told to shut up or to slit her own wrists, she has to comply. As soon as she is told, if she doesn't start to comply within moments, it becomes difficult for her to breathe. She becomes light-headed an dizzy, and the symptoms worsen until eventually she would suffer a massive heart attack.
As long as she is working toward accomplishing the thing she was told to do, she is fine. If told to do something and then told to do something in conflict with the first command, the most recent overrides (ex: 'Stand up', 'No, don't').
This control depends on how Mercy percieves the speaker's intention. If someone says something, and she's unsure or doesn't think that they were talking to her, she is free from that command. But she can't pretend to be unsure, or to not hear the order. Sarcastic and joking commands must be followed as well. If a command is physically impossible, such as growing an extra head or something, then she is not bound to follow it.
History:
(Compiled here is much of the data from various files of the Weapon X program, which is entirely unknown to Mutant 182, save for a handful of flashbacks. All information concerning her life before she was brought into the Weapon X program--the the family she was taken from--is classified information)
Mutant 182 (who creates Mutants 183-187 at will) was obtained by force at the age of four, soon after her powers manifested themselves at an early age. Her parents were seen as a threat and were killed on the spot.
She was held and trained until puberty, taught to comply with orders of those commanding Weapon X, and to strive to strengthen her powers as much as possible. It was at the age of twelve that she was transfered to the Alkali Lake base. It was at this time as well that her powers began to manifest themselves in the form of five clones, one to represent each sense she could appeal to in her illusions. From there, her control over her illusions spiraled away from her.
Her clones, which were called Mercy's Senses, grew a will of their own as they were manipulated and controlled. For though Mercy was almost constantly under a controlling drug, the drug had to be administered to each clone each time it manifested itself. Mercy was under Stryker's control, and so for as long as she could control her senses, she delivered them again and again into the hands of scientists, who would drug them to keep them under control.
The clones were used to project illusions into the minds of other experiments, to gauge their reactions to any situation and test their mental stability. Under this control, Mercy's Senses began to change. They began to lose facial features as they appeared. This occurence prompted Stryker and his partners to command surgical experiments on the five clones.
The first experiment was purely to see if removing the physical aspect of the clone would have any effect on the clones' powers. Mercy's Touch was the first to be tested. One of her hands was amputated, and when she awoke, it became apparent as she was watched that her powers had been greatly weakened. Over time, this power grew back somewhat, though it never returned to it's full.
So the experiment was changed--instead of taking off what the clones controlled, that feature would be the only thing left untouched (see appearances). They were left with jagged, ugly scars across their faces where their features ought to have been.
This transformation marked the end of any hope Mercy had of controlling her powers. Mercy's Senses grew exceedingly dark and twisted in the visions that they gave. They became adept to the utmost fears of others, and then showed them exactly those things in the illusions they produced. Stryker had been forcing them to do this all along, but they began to do it of their own accord, much to Stryker's pleasure--and Mercy's horror.
Mercy was moved from Alkali Lake not long before the dam burst and everyone there at the time was killed. She was moved for reasons unknown to anyone but William Stryker--and those reasons, along with all information about Mercy's past before she was kidnapped, perished with Stryker and Alkali Lake. The only information regarding her left elsewhere was that should the commander of Weapon X become unable to execute his job, that Mutant 182 should be retrieved and have her memory completely erased. This was done, and an impeccably elaborate set-up was made, a new life that would seem as though Mercy had always been there.
(see sample post)
Mercy fell unsteadily and confused, alone and lonely, into the life she assumed she had been living her entire life (a new identity had been created for her, complete with driver's liscense). She lived in a cramped NYC apartment, which was littered with dirty clothes, drugs and beer bottles the day she woke up in it, and remained much the same over the next year and a half.
She saw all of the signs around the house which told her that she had been a prostitute, and having no other job skills, she worked the streets--at the age of sixteen.
She didn't even consider the notion that she had been set-up; that every dirty needle, every married man's cell phone number, had been placed exactly for the purpose of making her believe that she had lost her memory, but that she was safe in the home she'd been in before, living the same life she'd always lived.
Mercy casually followed the news of mutants during this year and a half, never suspecting that she was one. Little did she know that the government had requested an amount of the cure for confidential storage and possible usage, before it had been made public. One such dose was administered to Mercy before she was placed in NYC.
But as months passed, the cure began to wear off, fading from her system as she lived her life with no suspicion whatsoever that the life she thought she was relearning had never been her life to begin with.
Sample Post:(ooc: Set a year and a half prior to current rpg-time)
In one of the worst areas in New York City was a run-down apartment complex known for it's drug busts and shootings. It barely passed regulation, and the city mostly ignored it alltogether. People within the complex kept mostly to themselves. When new people moved in, no one noticed, and no one cared.
One young lady in particular was glad for this. Every time someone came near her after dark, she tensed and quickened her step. This was an area where every person taking out the trash or going to their car could be searching for a victim, and Mercy knew that she was exactly the weak young woman predator's looked for. For this reason, Mercy was afraid.
Mercy had been afraid many times that she could remember. As she sat at her kitchen table in the midst of her cluttered and cheap-looking kitchen, she read the notice from the landlord again, and again, and again, and she was afraid. The rent for the last three months was due, and she had five days to pay before she was evicted.
She had no job. At least, she didn't think she did. If she had before, she'd have been fired by then for not showing up for the past week.
That wasn't completely true, though she didn't want to admit it to herself. She might have had a job...But even as she'd found more and more evidence of it, she'd pushed the thought from her mind. She couldn't see how she'd ever been a prostitute.
but as she stared at the numbers printed on the notice, she couldn't keep the prospect from her mind. She could make that much in couple of nights, easily. Besides...It was so easy, wasn't it? All sorts of justifications flew through her mind as she sat there.
For one, she was almost out of drugs. She'd woken up that first morning--thefirst because it was the farthest back she could remember--with an awful need for a fix. She found a bag of pills on her nightstand and took some. She'd since found other drugs stashed in drawers and cabinets around the cluttered, dirty house. But there was nowhere left to look, and she was running out. She felt like the walls were closing in on her from all sides. She hated the addiction, the way it controlled her. She wondered what had ever driven her to such a low place. More than anything, she wondered who she was.
She'd begun recording everything she knew: A druggie. A hooker. Eighteen years old according to her driver's lisence. For those first two reasons, she hadn't gone to a hospital when she'd first woken up. Besides, what cuold they do? She could figure out who she was, and she was sure that the knowledge would come back to her soon.
One week later, she was still waiting for that revelation. She couldn't wait any longer; she had to do something before she lost what little she had, which was her only connection to her past.
Affiliation: None, as of yet
Age: 17 (and a half. Ish)
Weight: 120
Height: 5"3
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Light blue inner iris, dark blue outer iris
Appearance:
Mercy has fair skin, with an angular, pronounced jawline and high cheekbones. She has full, pale red lips, and straight eyebrows, but her eyes are her most intruiging feature. They are wide and round, giving her a look that is often either soul-searching or utterly empty. She has long, dark brown hair, which falls to her mid-back at it's longest point.
Her clones (Mercy's Senses) at one time looked exactly like Mercy herself, but as they were manipulated and controlled in the Weapon X program, they began to change. They began to lose facial features as they appeared. This occurence prompted Stryker and his partners to command surgical experiments on the five clones. (See history)
These experiments left each clone hideously scarred, and each only possessing intact the facial feature which it appealed to in it's illusions. Mercy's Sight has only eyes, and she stares unblinking whenever she appears. If she turns her gaze on you, you are most likely marked for a terrifying illusion. Mercy's Taste has only a mouth, and Mercy's Smell has only a nose. The face of Mercy's sound is completely devoid of features, and has only ears. Mercy's Touch (for reasons explained in the history) has all features, but only one hand, the other being a scarred stump.
Whenever Mercy's Senses appear, they are clothed in the same plain, grey hospital gowns that they and Mercy wore at Alkali Lake. Each wears dogtags around their neck and plastic ID bracelets on their wrists.
Personality:
As Mercy has spent the only year and a half she can remember mostly in solitude, much of her personality when it comes to interacting with others is yet unknown, even to herself. She is a meek, soft-spoken girl--everything about her persona seems to make the way that she lives impossible. She seems to be very impressionable, when in fact she is willing to bend over backwards to keep tension at bay and to keep people happy with her. Having never known any kind of love--even she can't convince herself that the men she sees love or even care for her--she wants to be cared about more than anything.
She comes off as naive at times, because she doesn't understand seemingly simple things due to her mind being erased. As her powers return, and she begins to remember pieces of her past, her innocent outlook will crumble and she will find an independent spirit and the passion and drive to piece all of her life together.
Powers & Abilties:
Her power involves cloning, and a type of mind control. She can generate five clones of herself, which can appear one at a time or simultaneously. Each of these clones represent one of the senses--sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch.
Alltogether, the clones can create a realistic illusion in the mind of anyone near Mercy--either focusing on one or a few people, or affecting everyone around Mercy. Individually, each clone can create illusions which appeal only to the sense that they represent. Sight can create things which can be seen, but not touched or heard, etc.
There was a time when Mercy had a power to clone herself and a power to create illusions, completely seperate from each other. But during her involvement with Weapon X (see History), her powers were so twisted that she lost control of them. They began to create dark and terrifying illusions at their own will. They could sense the fears of others, and would make their victims see and experience those fears.
***The illusions are completely realistic--If Mercy's Touch is involved in creating the illusion, then the victim will feel, for example, themselves drowning in water or being seared by flames. They will not actually be being injured, but they will feel the pain as though they were. Since Mercy's Touch had one hand amputated in an experiment done by Weapon X, her powers were weakened. The pain or feeling involved with the illusion is not as great as it normally would be.***
She can no longer control the Senses fully, and those around her are often at the Senses' Mercy.
But no one knows what is is to be at the mercy of another better than Mercy herself. For her second power gives anyone who knows of it complete power over her.
The power is simply that she must follow orders. If someone tells her to do something, she has to do it. Whether told to shut up or to slit her own wrists, she has to comply. As soon as she is told, if she doesn't start to comply within moments, it becomes difficult for her to breathe. She becomes light-headed an dizzy, and the symptoms worsen until eventually she would suffer a massive heart attack.
As long as she is working toward accomplishing the thing she was told to do, she is fine. If told to do something and then told to do something in conflict with the first command, the most recent overrides (ex: 'Stand up', 'No, don't').
This control depends on how Mercy percieves the speaker's intention. If someone says something, and she's unsure or doesn't think that they were talking to her, she is free from that command. But she can't pretend to be unsure, or to not hear the order. Sarcastic and joking commands must be followed as well. If a command is physically impossible, such as growing an extra head or something, then she is not bound to follow it.
History:
(Compiled here is much of the data from various files of the Weapon X program, which is entirely unknown to Mutant 182, save for a handful of flashbacks. All information concerning her life before she was brought into the Weapon X program--the the family she was taken from--is classified information)
Mutant 182 (who creates Mutants 183-187 at will) was obtained by force at the age of four, soon after her powers manifested themselves at an early age. Her parents were seen as a threat and were killed on the spot.
She was held and trained until puberty, taught to comply with orders of those commanding Weapon X, and to strive to strengthen her powers as much as possible. It was at the age of twelve that she was transfered to the Alkali Lake base. It was at this time as well that her powers began to manifest themselves in the form of five clones, one to represent each sense she could appeal to in her illusions. From there, her control over her illusions spiraled away from her.
Her clones, which were called Mercy's Senses, grew a will of their own as they were manipulated and controlled. For though Mercy was almost constantly under a controlling drug, the drug had to be administered to each clone each time it manifested itself. Mercy was under Stryker's control, and so for as long as she could control her senses, she delivered them again and again into the hands of scientists, who would drug them to keep them under control.
The clones were used to project illusions into the minds of other experiments, to gauge their reactions to any situation and test their mental stability. Under this control, Mercy's Senses began to change. They began to lose facial features as they appeared. This occurence prompted Stryker and his partners to command surgical experiments on the five clones.
The first experiment was purely to see if removing the physical aspect of the clone would have any effect on the clones' powers. Mercy's Touch was the first to be tested. One of her hands was amputated, and when she awoke, it became apparent as she was watched that her powers had been greatly weakened. Over time, this power grew back somewhat, though it never returned to it's full.
So the experiment was changed--instead of taking off what the clones controlled, that feature would be the only thing left untouched (see appearances). They were left with jagged, ugly scars across their faces where their features ought to have been.
This transformation marked the end of any hope Mercy had of controlling her powers. Mercy's Senses grew exceedingly dark and twisted in the visions that they gave. They became adept to the utmost fears of others, and then showed them exactly those things in the illusions they produced. Stryker had been forcing them to do this all along, but they began to do it of their own accord, much to Stryker's pleasure--and Mercy's horror.
Mercy was moved from Alkali Lake not long before the dam burst and everyone there at the time was killed. She was moved for reasons unknown to anyone but William Stryker--and those reasons, along with all information about Mercy's past before she was kidnapped, perished with Stryker and Alkali Lake. The only information regarding her left elsewhere was that should the commander of Weapon X become unable to execute his job, that Mutant 182 should be retrieved and have her memory completely erased. This was done, and an impeccably elaborate set-up was made, a new life that would seem as though Mercy had always been there.
(see sample post)
Mercy fell unsteadily and confused, alone and lonely, into the life she assumed she had been living her entire life (a new identity had been created for her, complete with driver's liscense). She lived in a cramped NYC apartment, which was littered with dirty clothes, drugs and beer bottles the day she woke up in it, and remained much the same over the next year and a half.
She saw all of the signs around the house which told her that she had been a prostitute, and having no other job skills, she worked the streets--at the age of sixteen.
She didn't even consider the notion that she had been set-up; that every dirty needle, every married man's cell phone number, had been placed exactly for the purpose of making her believe that she had lost her memory, but that she was safe in the home she'd been in before, living the same life she'd always lived.
Mercy casually followed the news of mutants during this year and a half, never suspecting that she was one. Little did she know that the government had requested an amount of the cure for confidential storage and possible usage, before it had been made public. One such dose was administered to Mercy before she was placed in NYC.
But as months passed, the cure began to wear off, fading from her system as she lived her life with no suspicion whatsoever that the life she thought she was relearning had never been her life to begin with.
Sample Post:(ooc: Set a year and a half prior to current rpg-time)
In one of the worst areas in New York City was a run-down apartment complex known for it's drug busts and shootings. It barely passed regulation, and the city mostly ignored it alltogether. People within the complex kept mostly to themselves. When new people moved in, no one noticed, and no one cared.
One young lady in particular was glad for this. Every time someone came near her after dark, she tensed and quickened her step. This was an area where every person taking out the trash or going to their car could be searching for a victim, and Mercy knew that she was exactly the weak young woman predator's looked for. For this reason, Mercy was afraid.
Mercy had been afraid many times that she could remember. As she sat at her kitchen table in the midst of her cluttered and cheap-looking kitchen, she read the notice from the landlord again, and again, and again, and she was afraid. The rent for the last three months was due, and she had five days to pay before she was evicted.
She had no job. At least, she didn't think she did. If she had before, she'd have been fired by then for not showing up for the past week.
That wasn't completely true, though she didn't want to admit it to herself. She might have had a job...But even as she'd found more and more evidence of it, she'd pushed the thought from her mind. She couldn't see how she'd ever been a prostitute.
but as she stared at the numbers printed on the notice, she couldn't keep the prospect from her mind. She could make that much in couple of nights, easily. Besides...It was so easy, wasn't it? All sorts of justifications flew through her mind as she sat there.
For one, she was almost out of drugs. She'd woken up that first morning--thefirst because it was the farthest back she could remember--with an awful need for a fix. She found a bag of pills on her nightstand and took some. She'd since found other drugs stashed in drawers and cabinets around the cluttered, dirty house. But there was nowhere left to look, and she was running out. She felt like the walls were closing in on her from all sides. She hated the addiction, the way it controlled her. She wondered what had ever driven her to such a low place. More than anything, she wondered who she was.
She'd begun recording everything she knew: A druggie. A hooker. Eighteen years old according to her driver's lisence. For those first two reasons, she hadn't gone to a hospital when she'd first woken up. Besides, what cuold they do? She could figure out who she was, and she was sure that the knowledge would come back to her soon.
One week later, she was still waiting for that revelation. She couldn't wait any longer; she had to do something before she lost what little she had, which was her only connection to her past.
*
