Post by diorue on Jun 9, 2006 19:14:24 GMT -5
Full Name: Tretin Leigh Pierce
Codename: NeedleCry
Age: 16
Birth Day: January 13
Hair color: Dark Auburn
Eye color: Brown
Height: 5’5
Weight: 102lbs.
Personality: Before becoming a mutant, Tretin pretty much wore her heart on her sleeve. She was very spoiled and used to getting her way and in order to get what she wanted from her parents she would sometimes throw temper tantrums. Now that she’s fully aware of the danger of having such strong emotions, she has become much more mature, patient, and reluctant to anger until she can gain better control over her powers. Whenever she senses herself getting upset she laughs it off, or lets it melt into tears, something she’s not too proud of doing in front of people but doesn’t mind it as long as no one gets hurt.
The rejection she faced by her family and peers made her cautious when it comes to fully trusting people, yet at the same time it has made her very eager to be accepted by others and she tends to give in easily to peer pressure, consciously letting others take advantage of her from time to time. Tretin remains bubbly, semi-lazy, and of a friendly nature and like her mother, she likes to compliment people. She is affectionate and has a natural habit of touching people without thinking, whether it be hugs, a rub on the shoulder, pat on the back, whether it’s a friend or a stranger it. Still, she has deep resentment toward her siblings, and doesn’t speak much of them.
Appearance: Likes to keep up with the current fashions.
Parents' Name: Vincent Pierce, Patricia Pierce
Powers: Can shoot sharp needles/quills out of her eyes at will, or whenever overwhelmed with anger. Cries metallic fluid which quickly dries and turns into flakes when exposed to air. Size in needles and range from the length and thickness of a thumb tack up to the length and thickness of 7.5 inch pencil and can be launched up to ten feet and puncture up to 3 inches into flesh targets.
Affiliation: Xavier
Skills: Dancing, swimming, driving, cooking, socializing, manipulation, deception, scheming, coloring
Interests: Shopping, magazines, listening to music, dancing, traveling, reading, gossip, scrap booking, coloring books
Bio/History: Tretin enjoyed a happy childhood that started out in an upper middle class suburb with her father Vincent Pierce, an investment banker, and her mother Patricia Pierce, the owner of a local craft store and a devoted soccer mom. Both parents were very loving and constantly doted on Tretin and her two other siblings… That was until Tretin started developing her mutant powers in her mid teens.
At the age of 15, during the occasional heated argument between a spoiled teenager and an overprotective father over whether she could accompany her friends to Europe over the summer, at the height of Tretin’s fury she shouted the words “I hate you!” the whites of her eyes involuntarily turned into a metallic color and from them thick, needle-like objects spouted from the pupils, launching several into her father’s shoulder causing him great pain, and blood to pour from his wounds.
She remembers hearing her mother’s frantic screams and seeing her father collapse down onto the living room couch when her vision blurred again, feeling a pain in her head so sharp she completely blacked out. The exact events of that evening are still unclear to her however, Tretin does remember that days before the argument she had been experiencing sharp migraines, blurred vision, and saw silver specks on her pillow. Tretin really loves her father and regretted ever harming him, but in that moment of pure hate and rage, the emotion she felt was real.
No matter how much she apologized and promised it would never happen again, the slightest tinge of anger accompanied with a glare triggered sharp quills to shoot out of her eyes, directly aiming at the source, and whenever Tretin cried, metal liquid streamed down her cheeks, later turning into flakes when exposed to air. This was only the beginning stage of her powers, when she couldn’t control them at all.
As a result, her family feared and shunned her and she quickly became the black sheep, labeled a freak by her very own siblings. Everyone felt like they were walking on eggshells around her, even her so-called friends whom she confided and sought comfort in times of need distanced themselves away from her, leaving Tretin alienated, alone, and depressed.
Tretin’s parents sought help for her by taking her to anger management courses and to see a psychiatrist who suggested that Tretin be around other mutants. One day as Tretin was surfing the internet, she came across Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters and decided that’s where she needed to be.
Sample post:
It was a typical Thursday night as Tretin sat Indian style on top the unmade, twin sized bed in her tank-top and sweat pant pajamas, listening to earphones while steadily butchering the glossy pages of another magazine with a pair of purple scissors. She rubbed the back of the green cutout with the tip of a glue stick and inserted the letter “Y” into the current page of her scrapbook, completing the colorful words “Mutant Academy”. A long arm reached over a pillow, removing a blue crayon from of the Crayola pack and drew a small arrow, connecting the newly pasted words to the cutout picture of Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters.
Sienna hues glanced over the pages of her most recent work, Tretin grinned proudly before closing the book shut, then tucked it away underneath her bed. Her head immediately shifted over a thin shoulder to peer at the digital clock on her night stand, it registered 9:00 pm. in obvious neon red letters.
A hand clasped gently over her mouth stifling a yawn and Tretin decided it was getting late so she grabbed her backpack off the floor and cleared her bed, moving the books and binders from her blankets and shoved them into the book bag. She then took the earplugs out of her ears and turned off her Ipod Nano, connecting it to the charger in the wall outlet. Heaving a deep sigh, she stood from the bed and gathered the pack of crayons and magazines, stuffing them into drawer of her night stand.
Once she finished scooping the scraps of magazine paper into a wire waste basket, she climbed back into the bed where she was finally able to rest her head into the plush cushion of her pillow, this time pulling the covers over her tired form and extended a hand to yank the chain of the small pink lamp on the night stand. She positioned herself toward the window, allowing herself to gaze out of it and at the stars that glittered above in the velvety black sky until she fell asleep.
Codename: NeedleCry
Age: 16
Birth Day: January 13
Hair color: Dark Auburn
Eye color: Brown
Height: 5’5
Weight: 102lbs.
Personality: Before becoming a mutant, Tretin pretty much wore her heart on her sleeve. She was very spoiled and used to getting her way and in order to get what she wanted from her parents she would sometimes throw temper tantrums. Now that she’s fully aware of the danger of having such strong emotions, she has become much more mature, patient, and reluctant to anger until she can gain better control over her powers. Whenever she senses herself getting upset she laughs it off, or lets it melt into tears, something she’s not too proud of doing in front of people but doesn’t mind it as long as no one gets hurt.
The rejection she faced by her family and peers made her cautious when it comes to fully trusting people, yet at the same time it has made her very eager to be accepted by others and she tends to give in easily to peer pressure, consciously letting others take advantage of her from time to time. Tretin remains bubbly, semi-lazy, and of a friendly nature and like her mother, she likes to compliment people. She is affectionate and has a natural habit of touching people without thinking, whether it be hugs, a rub on the shoulder, pat on the back, whether it’s a friend or a stranger it. Still, she has deep resentment toward her siblings, and doesn’t speak much of them.
Appearance: Likes to keep up with the current fashions.
Parents' Name: Vincent Pierce, Patricia Pierce
Powers: Can shoot sharp needles/quills out of her eyes at will, or whenever overwhelmed with anger. Cries metallic fluid which quickly dries and turns into flakes when exposed to air. Size in needles and range from the length and thickness of a thumb tack up to the length and thickness of 7.5 inch pencil and can be launched up to ten feet and puncture up to 3 inches into flesh targets.
Affiliation: Xavier
Skills: Dancing, swimming, driving, cooking, socializing, manipulation, deception, scheming, coloring
Interests: Shopping, magazines, listening to music, dancing, traveling, reading, gossip, scrap booking, coloring books
Bio/History: Tretin enjoyed a happy childhood that started out in an upper middle class suburb with her father Vincent Pierce, an investment banker, and her mother Patricia Pierce, the owner of a local craft store and a devoted soccer mom. Both parents were very loving and constantly doted on Tretin and her two other siblings… That was until Tretin started developing her mutant powers in her mid teens.
At the age of 15, during the occasional heated argument between a spoiled teenager and an overprotective father over whether she could accompany her friends to Europe over the summer, at the height of Tretin’s fury she shouted the words “I hate you!” the whites of her eyes involuntarily turned into a metallic color and from them thick, needle-like objects spouted from the pupils, launching several into her father’s shoulder causing him great pain, and blood to pour from his wounds.
She remembers hearing her mother’s frantic screams and seeing her father collapse down onto the living room couch when her vision blurred again, feeling a pain in her head so sharp she completely blacked out. The exact events of that evening are still unclear to her however, Tretin does remember that days before the argument she had been experiencing sharp migraines, blurred vision, and saw silver specks on her pillow. Tretin really loves her father and regretted ever harming him, but in that moment of pure hate and rage, the emotion she felt was real.
No matter how much she apologized and promised it would never happen again, the slightest tinge of anger accompanied with a glare triggered sharp quills to shoot out of her eyes, directly aiming at the source, and whenever Tretin cried, metal liquid streamed down her cheeks, later turning into flakes when exposed to air. This was only the beginning stage of her powers, when she couldn’t control them at all.
As a result, her family feared and shunned her and she quickly became the black sheep, labeled a freak by her very own siblings. Everyone felt like they were walking on eggshells around her, even her so-called friends whom she confided and sought comfort in times of need distanced themselves away from her, leaving Tretin alienated, alone, and depressed.
Tretin’s parents sought help for her by taking her to anger management courses and to see a psychiatrist who suggested that Tretin be around other mutants. One day as Tretin was surfing the internet, she came across Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters and decided that’s where she needed to be.
Sample post:
It was a typical Thursday night as Tretin sat Indian style on top the unmade, twin sized bed in her tank-top and sweat pant pajamas, listening to earphones while steadily butchering the glossy pages of another magazine with a pair of purple scissors. She rubbed the back of the green cutout with the tip of a glue stick and inserted the letter “Y” into the current page of her scrapbook, completing the colorful words “Mutant Academy”. A long arm reached over a pillow, removing a blue crayon from of the Crayola pack and drew a small arrow, connecting the newly pasted words to the cutout picture of Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters.
Sienna hues glanced over the pages of her most recent work, Tretin grinned proudly before closing the book shut, then tucked it away underneath her bed. Her head immediately shifted over a thin shoulder to peer at the digital clock on her night stand, it registered 9:00 pm. in obvious neon red letters.
A hand clasped gently over her mouth stifling a yawn and Tretin decided it was getting late so she grabbed her backpack off the floor and cleared her bed, moving the books and binders from her blankets and shoved them into the book bag. She then took the earplugs out of her ears and turned off her Ipod Nano, connecting it to the charger in the wall outlet. Heaving a deep sigh, she stood from the bed and gathered the pack of crayons and magazines, stuffing them into drawer of her night stand.
Once she finished scooping the scraps of magazine paper into a wire waste basket, she climbed back into the bed where she was finally able to rest her head into the plush cushion of her pillow, this time pulling the covers over her tired form and extended a hand to yank the chain of the small pink lamp on the night stand. She positioned herself toward the window, allowing herself to gaze out of it and at the stars that glittered above in the velvety black sky until she fell asleep.
