Post by MacGuffin on Mar 13, 2007 22:24:56 GMT -5
Codeword: Pirates
Full Name: Winifred Grace Benson
Nicknames: Winnie
Codename: None as of yet
Age: 15
DoB: October 5, 1991
Origins: Biloxi, Mississippi
Orientation: Unknown
Blood Type: A-
Hair: Jet black, straight, goes down to her mid-neck in the back and her chin in the front
Eyes: Pure black
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 143 lbs (curvy, not fat)
Powers:
1. Just by touching any living thing (human, mutant, plant, animal), with her hands it dies. Winnie can control how long or short or painful or painless the death is (length depends on how long she keeps contact after the initial touch, pain is through her concentrating on her emotions and transferring that energy into it.)
2. If she has enough strength, she can use her “death breath”. With this, her breath becomes deep black, spreading throughout the general area (she can figures how much to put out by the relative size of the area) and killing anyone but herself. This can take out multiple foes at a time. (She has only had to use this once, and hopes that she never has to again.) Once the foes are down, she inhales the breath and rids the air of death.
3. If a human, mutant, or animal touches any other part of her skin for a few seconds, they will get chilled throughout their body to the bone, as if they were put in a pool of ice. If the touch continues they will become increasingly frightened with each moment (it doesn’t matter how scared they are of things in life usually, the fear will penetrate them.)
4. When she kills someone by touch, the person’s life will flash through her mind as long as she is holding contact.
5. Like getting an injection for a virus, Winnie is seemingly immune to death, considering her body is a death factory. She doesn’t have mutated healing capabilities, a strengthened immune system, or resistance to injury, not at all. Winnie can be beaten into a pulp, drained of her blood, and have her neck broken in two, but she will remain alive. She’ll hurt like hell, and probably wish for death in a state like that, but she will continue to live. In case of injury, she will need healing.
Weaknesses:
1. Though she can control the process of the death, she has no way of stopping it, meaning that if she touches someone with her bare hand, even if just for a millisecond, that person will die. Because of this, she wears gloves at all times so that she doesn’t inadvertently kill someone.
2. Using her “death breath” is extremely draining, and a last resort for only the most extreme circumstances. After this she may be left with extreme coughing fits, migraines, and/or may pass out.
3. Particularly long or painful deaths are physically tolling, and she may need a minute or two to recuperate.
4. She will occasionally have vivid dreams of living out one of the lives she witnessed.
5. She could be killed through decapitation or TOTAL removal of the heart or brain (so long as no machinery or replacement is put in its place). As stated, she has no enhanced healing, so if her organs are ripped out and she's crippled on the ground, she won't be getting back up any time soon. She must be healed by outside means, and, unles decapited or has had her heart or brain removed, she CAN be healed, no matter the extremes.
Physical Affects of Mutation?: Winnie’s hands are only bones, though function as well as regular hands. The skin on her arms wrapping down and covering her muscles just below the wrist. Her body is literally freezing to the touch and very clammy, no matter the temperature, though this does not seem to affect her. When she speaks or breathes through her mouth, you can see mist from her breath in the air. Winnie’s skin is always dry and a little rough, and her lips are always chapped. Her lips are naturally a bluish color, her skin almost ghostly white with a light blue hue. Her eyes are black, the pupil not discernable.
Personality: Winnie doesn’t talk. She just doesn’t. Whether she’s able to or not is debatable, but she hasn’t said a word to anyone in years. Winnie has the naivety of a child, willing to put her trust in anyone who has enough kind words, but isn’t an idiot by any means. Winnie is incredibly mature for her age, and yearns to be trusted with independence. She is well-aware that some people are bad. It just is harder for her to weed them out from the good ones. She isn’t anti-social in the least. She’s more than willing to be around others, so long as they don’t touch her or put too much attention on her, and will smile and perhaps even giggle on occasion if something is funny enough to her. She hasn’t ever been too good at getting close to people, literally or figuratively. Winnie’s a fairly neutral person, weighing the scales and seeing things from the perspective of both sides, but hasn’t learned to take herself into enough consideration yet. She views her power, but not all mutations, as a curse and nothing more. It’s kept her from some of the most basic experiences in life. Interestingly enough, she doesn’t understand the concept of death. She knows that the person will squirm some and stop breathing, but she doesn’t understand the ending of life, another mystery to her. She regrets any pain she has caused people, but at the same time thinks some people deserve it.
Winnie isn't afraid of anything she knows of. She secrets fear, and so does not feel it.
Appearance: Winnie has puppy-dog eyes on her at all times, her face the embodiment of innocence. She isn’t thin or muscled, but she isn’t fat either. She has a set of noticeable curves, though her usual apparel of baggy shirts and jeans covers this up. She has a slight slouch, and usually has her arms crossed. She tends to drag her feet on the ground when she walks. Winnie’ pale blue skin, dark lips, and black eyes give her pouty expressions an almost frightening look, but her youth is still apparent. Winnie appears to always have a slight glisten of perspiration on her body, but she doesn’t stink. Her hair is flat and a bit greasy, but not nasty looking. Winnie doesn’t wear makeup because, for one thing, she doesn’t feel the need to, and makeup comes off of her skin easily. She has a few thin scars over her body from numerous childhood activities and accidents. Overall, she looks like a frozen little girl with a sweet smile and a bit of an insecure side.
Actress Christina Ricci
Clothing Style:
Loose shirts (usually white), skirts, sandals, tennis shoes, dark jeans. She always has on a pair of yellow-striped pink gloves that reach her elbows.
::Battle Uniform:: None as of yet
Color:
Style:
Patterns/Markings:
Boots and/or Gloves?:
Relations: Mother – Alice (Housewife – living - 37); Father – Joshua (police captain – deceased) ; Sister – Jamie (student – living – 11); Sister – Erica (Student – living – 17)
Affiliation: X-Men
Skills: Tree climbing, swimming, holding her breath for a VERY long time
Interests: People, animals, pretty colored or shiny things, climbing trees, making flowers wilt
Bio/History:
On the morning of October 5, 1991, Winifred Grace Benson was born, perfectly healthy and loved by her family. She was never very talkative, but always glad to be around others. Winnie’s childhood was fairly normal. She would have the occasionally fit with her older sister, but they got along well most of the time. At the birth of her little sister, Winnie was overjoyed, pampering her from day one. Her father was offered a promotion to Captain when Winnie was eight, and the family moved to Tennessee for his job.
A year later, Winnie, her mother, and older sister were involved in a car wreck. The driver in the other car crashed head on into the rear passenger side seat where Winnie was sitting, her neck snapping to the side, glass piercing her throat. Her mother and sister in the front experienced whiplash and were rendered unconscious, the other driver killed. It was a good hour before anyone came, and Winnie has been bleeding profusely the whole time. When paramedics finally arrived, they had to struggle to get Winnie out without furthering the damage. She was assumed dead from her motionless body and blue complexion until she mustered up enough strength to blink. Days passed, surgery was performed, and blood was transfused. It was a miracle she was alive with all of the blood loss and strain on her neck. She underwent physical therapy for three months, never once leaving the hospital.
Once released, Winnie was home-schooled. Her family was very supportive of her. Just after her tenth birthday she began to have trouble gripping things, her hands shooting with pain every time she touched something. Her wrists ached incredibly, and her hands turned deep purple. She was taken to the hospital once more. As they began to do x-rays, the skin on her hands began to peel off. Then it began to slide off, like potato skins. She began to scream, calling for her mother. They rushed and tried to stitch her up, but that only slowed things. Braces were placed on her arms and a nurse was with her at all times. One night Winnie awoke screaming, watching as the skin and muscle and blood completely melted from her hands, her bones clicking together when she tried to shove her skin back on.
Various tests were run on her. Doctors from all over the state came to see the oddity. When they wanted to amputate the bones, Winnie’s mother took her away, not wanting her baby to be hurt anymore. Over the next few weeks Winnie’s skin became clammy, glistening with the slightest bit of perspiration at all times. She was freezing to the touch, her temperature unthinkably low. It got to a point where you could see her breath in the air all the time. As the days passed her skin turned a pale blue color, her lips a darker shade. This confused the doctors, but didn’t seem to be harming her. She didn’t seem physically affected by the changes, similar to the change in her skin color, however. Weeks more passed, and her family found themselves cold and frightened upon touching Winnie, but tried not to show it while avoiding skin contact as much as possible. Then, the worst happened.
One night when Winnie was thirteen, she had a particularly bad nightmare, moaning and turning in her sleep. Her father came in, wearing his usual pajama bottoms and wife beater, and put his hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently. Winnie awoke suddenly, jolting up and standing on her bed to hug her father. She began to cry, her hands on her dad’s bare shoulders. Her dad didn’t even make a sound as he fell to the ground.
After the funeral, Winnie stopped talking altogether. Despite what her mother and sisters said, she knew it was her fault her dad wasn’t coming home anymore. It was a few months of mourning before she managed to be relatively happy again, enjoying simple pleasures once more, despite the fact that animals fell still when she touched them. She did learn to like the way flowers looked when they wilted quickly though. She even managed to befriend a fellow mutant who lived near her neighborhood. One night they went out to see a film, enjoying the cover of darkness. Winnie’s mother had been worried about letting her out, but was sure that with her gloves kept on, she would be fine and blend in. While walking home the duo was jumped. Winnie was held back, unable to take off her gloves, and she watched as her friend was beaten to a pulp. As one of the guys worked on pulling up her skirt, Winnie took in a deep breath, images of bones flashing before her eyes, her father, animals, flowers that she had made stop living. She exhaled a deep black mist that began to fill the alleyway, the guys falling one by one as they inhaled. Once the boys had fallen, Winnie inhaled once more, looking around to find even her friend dead. She immediately collapsed.
Winnie hadn’t been too far outside the theatre, and the police found her easily. For the rest of the year Winnie didn’t go out, her mother or older sister with her at almost all times. It took her a while to figure out that she wouldn’t be seeing her friend again, and though that made her sad, she did her best to get over it and move on with life.
A short while after Winnie turned fifteen, her mother discovered Xavier’s Academy and spoke to Winnie about going there. After great consideration, weeks of it as a matter of fact, Winnie figured that she was better off with people who were like her, and her mother felt the same. Preparations were made, and Winnie was ready to live without her mother and sisters, maturing slightly for the first time in years, happy that she would be getting this freedom.
Full Name: Winifred Grace Benson
Nicknames: Winnie
Codename: None as of yet
Age: 15
DoB: October 5, 1991
Origins: Biloxi, Mississippi
Orientation: Unknown
Blood Type: A-
Hair: Jet black, straight, goes down to her mid-neck in the back and her chin in the front
Eyes: Pure black
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 143 lbs (curvy, not fat)
Powers:
1. Just by touching any living thing (human, mutant, plant, animal), with her hands it dies. Winnie can control how long or short or painful or painless the death is (length depends on how long she keeps contact after the initial touch, pain is through her concentrating on her emotions and transferring that energy into it.)
2. If she has enough strength, she can use her “death breath”. With this, her breath becomes deep black, spreading throughout the general area (she can figures how much to put out by the relative size of the area) and killing anyone but herself. This can take out multiple foes at a time. (She has only had to use this once, and hopes that she never has to again.) Once the foes are down, she inhales the breath and rids the air of death.
3. If a human, mutant, or animal touches any other part of her skin for a few seconds, they will get chilled throughout their body to the bone, as if they were put in a pool of ice. If the touch continues they will become increasingly frightened with each moment (it doesn’t matter how scared they are of things in life usually, the fear will penetrate them.)
4. When she kills someone by touch, the person’s life will flash through her mind as long as she is holding contact.
5. Like getting an injection for a virus, Winnie is seemingly immune to death, considering her body is a death factory. She doesn’t have mutated healing capabilities, a strengthened immune system, or resistance to injury, not at all. Winnie can be beaten into a pulp, drained of her blood, and have her neck broken in two, but she will remain alive. She’ll hurt like hell, and probably wish for death in a state like that, but she will continue to live. In case of injury, she will need healing.
Weaknesses:
1. Though she can control the process of the death, she has no way of stopping it, meaning that if she touches someone with her bare hand, even if just for a millisecond, that person will die. Because of this, she wears gloves at all times so that she doesn’t inadvertently kill someone.
2. Using her “death breath” is extremely draining, and a last resort for only the most extreme circumstances. After this she may be left with extreme coughing fits, migraines, and/or may pass out.
3. Particularly long or painful deaths are physically tolling, and she may need a minute or two to recuperate.
4. She will occasionally have vivid dreams of living out one of the lives she witnessed.
5. She could be killed through decapitation or TOTAL removal of the heart or brain (so long as no machinery or replacement is put in its place). As stated, she has no enhanced healing, so if her organs are ripped out and she's crippled on the ground, she won't be getting back up any time soon. She must be healed by outside means, and, unles decapited or has had her heart or brain removed, she CAN be healed, no matter the extremes.
Physical Affects of Mutation?: Winnie’s hands are only bones, though function as well as regular hands. The skin on her arms wrapping down and covering her muscles just below the wrist. Her body is literally freezing to the touch and very clammy, no matter the temperature, though this does not seem to affect her. When she speaks or breathes through her mouth, you can see mist from her breath in the air. Winnie’s skin is always dry and a little rough, and her lips are always chapped. Her lips are naturally a bluish color, her skin almost ghostly white with a light blue hue. Her eyes are black, the pupil not discernable.
Personality: Winnie doesn’t talk. She just doesn’t. Whether she’s able to or not is debatable, but she hasn’t said a word to anyone in years. Winnie has the naivety of a child, willing to put her trust in anyone who has enough kind words, but isn’t an idiot by any means. Winnie is incredibly mature for her age, and yearns to be trusted with independence. She is well-aware that some people are bad. It just is harder for her to weed them out from the good ones. She isn’t anti-social in the least. She’s more than willing to be around others, so long as they don’t touch her or put too much attention on her, and will smile and perhaps even giggle on occasion if something is funny enough to her. She hasn’t ever been too good at getting close to people, literally or figuratively. Winnie’s a fairly neutral person, weighing the scales and seeing things from the perspective of both sides, but hasn’t learned to take herself into enough consideration yet. She views her power, but not all mutations, as a curse and nothing more. It’s kept her from some of the most basic experiences in life. Interestingly enough, she doesn’t understand the concept of death. She knows that the person will squirm some and stop breathing, but she doesn’t understand the ending of life, another mystery to her. She regrets any pain she has caused people, but at the same time thinks some people deserve it.
Winnie isn't afraid of anything she knows of. She secrets fear, and so does not feel it.
Appearance: Winnie has puppy-dog eyes on her at all times, her face the embodiment of innocence. She isn’t thin or muscled, but she isn’t fat either. She has a set of noticeable curves, though her usual apparel of baggy shirts and jeans covers this up. She has a slight slouch, and usually has her arms crossed. She tends to drag her feet on the ground when she walks. Winnie’ pale blue skin, dark lips, and black eyes give her pouty expressions an almost frightening look, but her youth is still apparent. Winnie appears to always have a slight glisten of perspiration on her body, but she doesn’t stink. Her hair is flat and a bit greasy, but not nasty looking. Winnie doesn’t wear makeup because, for one thing, she doesn’t feel the need to, and makeup comes off of her skin easily. She has a few thin scars over her body from numerous childhood activities and accidents. Overall, she looks like a frozen little girl with a sweet smile and a bit of an insecure side.
Actress Christina RicciClothing Style:
Loose shirts (usually white), skirts, sandals, tennis shoes, dark jeans. She always has on a pair of yellow-striped pink gloves that reach her elbows.
::Battle Uniform:: None as of yet
Color:
Style:
Patterns/Markings:
Boots and/or Gloves?:
Relations: Mother – Alice (Housewife – living - 37); Father – Joshua (police captain – deceased) ; Sister – Jamie (student – living – 11); Sister – Erica (Student – living – 17)
Affiliation: X-Men
Skills: Tree climbing, swimming, holding her breath for a VERY long time
Interests: People, animals, pretty colored or shiny things, climbing trees, making flowers wilt
Bio/History:
On the morning of October 5, 1991, Winifred Grace Benson was born, perfectly healthy and loved by her family. She was never very talkative, but always glad to be around others. Winnie’s childhood was fairly normal. She would have the occasionally fit with her older sister, but they got along well most of the time. At the birth of her little sister, Winnie was overjoyed, pampering her from day one. Her father was offered a promotion to Captain when Winnie was eight, and the family moved to Tennessee for his job.
A year later, Winnie, her mother, and older sister were involved in a car wreck. The driver in the other car crashed head on into the rear passenger side seat where Winnie was sitting, her neck snapping to the side, glass piercing her throat. Her mother and sister in the front experienced whiplash and were rendered unconscious, the other driver killed. It was a good hour before anyone came, and Winnie has been bleeding profusely the whole time. When paramedics finally arrived, they had to struggle to get Winnie out without furthering the damage. She was assumed dead from her motionless body and blue complexion until she mustered up enough strength to blink. Days passed, surgery was performed, and blood was transfused. It was a miracle she was alive with all of the blood loss and strain on her neck. She underwent physical therapy for three months, never once leaving the hospital.
Once released, Winnie was home-schooled. Her family was very supportive of her. Just after her tenth birthday she began to have trouble gripping things, her hands shooting with pain every time she touched something. Her wrists ached incredibly, and her hands turned deep purple. She was taken to the hospital once more. As they began to do x-rays, the skin on her hands began to peel off. Then it began to slide off, like potato skins. She began to scream, calling for her mother. They rushed and tried to stitch her up, but that only slowed things. Braces were placed on her arms and a nurse was with her at all times. One night Winnie awoke screaming, watching as the skin and muscle and blood completely melted from her hands, her bones clicking together when she tried to shove her skin back on.
Various tests were run on her. Doctors from all over the state came to see the oddity. When they wanted to amputate the bones, Winnie’s mother took her away, not wanting her baby to be hurt anymore. Over the next few weeks Winnie’s skin became clammy, glistening with the slightest bit of perspiration at all times. She was freezing to the touch, her temperature unthinkably low. It got to a point where you could see her breath in the air all the time. As the days passed her skin turned a pale blue color, her lips a darker shade. This confused the doctors, but didn’t seem to be harming her. She didn’t seem physically affected by the changes, similar to the change in her skin color, however. Weeks more passed, and her family found themselves cold and frightened upon touching Winnie, but tried not to show it while avoiding skin contact as much as possible. Then, the worst happened.
One night when Winnie was thirteen, she had a particularly bad nightmare, moaning and turning in her sleep. Her father came in, wearing his usual pajama bottoms and wife beater, and put his hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently. Winnie awoke suddenly, jolting up and standing on her bed to hug her father. She began to cry, her hands on her dad’s bare shoulders. Her dad didn’t even make a sound as he fell to the ground.
After the funeral, Winnie stopped talking altogether. Despite what her mother and sisters said, she knew it was her fault her dad wasn’t coming home anymore. It was a few months of mourning before she managed to be relatively happy again, enjoying simple pleasures once more, despite the fact that animals fell still when she touched them. She did learn to like the way flowers looked when they wilted quickly though. She even managed to befriend a fellow mutant who lived near her neighborhood. One night they went out to see a film, enjoying the cover of darkness. Winnie’s mother had been worried about letting her out, but was sure that with her gloves kept on, she would be fine and blend in. While walking home the duo was jumped. Winnie was held back, unable to take off her gloves, and she watched as her friend was beaten to a pulp. As one of the guys worked on pulling up her skirt, Winnie took in a deep breath, images of bones flashing before her eyes, her father, animals, flowers that she had made stop living. She exhaled a deep black mist that began to fill the alleyway, the guys falling one by one as they inhaled. Once the boys had fallen, Winnie inhaled once more, looking around to find even her friend dead. She immediately collapsed.
Winnie hadn’t been too far outside the theatre, and the police found her easily. For the rest of the year Winnie didn’t go out, her mother or older sister with her at almost all times. It took her a while to figure out that she wouldn’t be seeing her friend again, and though that made her sad, she did her best to get over it and move on with life.
A short while after Winnie turned fifteen, her mother discovered Xavier’s Academy and spoke to Winnie about going there. After great consideration, weeks of it as a matter of fact, Winnie figured that she was better off with people who were like her, and her mother felt the same. Preparations were made, and Winnie was ready to live without her mother and sisters, maturing slightly for the first time in years, happy that she would be getting this freedom.
