Post by helenaletourneau on Feb 19, 2007 16:20:44 GMT -5
Codeword: Pirates
Full Name: Helena (Eh-Lay-Nuh)
Nicknames: Lena
Codename: Meltdown
Age: 17
DoB: April 24
Origins: Quebec City, Quebec, Canada.
Orientation: No clue: hasn’t had the experience to know.
Blood Type: B+
Hair: Curly, Dark Brown.
Eyes: Chocolate Brown
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 120 lbs
Physical Affects of Mutation?: None.
Personality: Lena is an antisocial person because she has spent so much time in a lab, depending on herself. To her, every important person in her life has failed her. She is depressed most of the time and snaps at people when they ask too many questions or annoy her.
Appearance: Thin and pale, with curly brown hair, Lena stands at around 5’7”. Her chocolate brown eyes stand out against her pale skin. A sad smile is the only smile to ever grace her features.
Clothing Style: Lena only has the tattered remains of the clothes the lab provided her with
::Battle Uniform::
Lena has no uniform, but her ideal one would be:
Color: Deep Silver
Style: Long-sleeved Jumpsuit.
Patterns/Markings: Black seams.
Boots and/or Gloves?: Black boots and black elbow-length gloves.
Relations: “Big Brother” Michel, deceased. Doesn’t remember her parents.
Weaknesses: Lena is very inexperienced and loses control of her powers when she is very angry or very sad. Because a psychic mutant was used to force her into tests at the lab, she is absolutely terrified of psychic/telekinetic mutants. Lena’s power is focused through her hands, her fingertips, to be specific. She cannot use her powers if her hands are restrained in some way.
Powers: Lena has the ability to break down metal at the molecular level, change its molecules to whatever metal she wants, and shape it back into what shape she needs. She has the ability to bring metal that she can see to her, but has only been able to do it in a panic.
Affiliation: None as of yet, but hopefully X-Men
Skills: Since she was raised as a pickpocket, she can steal almost anything from someone without their noticing and can pick almost any lock.
Interests: Lena likes to draw, because she finds she can express her many emotions on the paper and leave some of them there.
Bio/History: Helena was born to Renee and Jean-Luc De Gaulle in Quebec. She lived a happy life up until age 4 when her house caught on fire. She toddled off while her parents were trapped in the inferno. Assumed dead, no one ever looked for her.
Helena was found by a Seventeen year-old pickpocket named Michel on the streets of Quebec City. He took her under his wing and taught her to pickpocket when she was old enough to help feed them both. They lived in an alley under a makeshift lean-to.
For eight happy years, Lena lived with her “big brother”. They had almost nothing, but they were happy. One day, as they were walking across the street, a car came barreling towards Lena. In order to save his little sister, Michel shoved her away and was hit instead. Lena’s powers surfaced when she melted through the car to get to her brother. He died in her arms.
A few weeks later, after the scientists at Coeden Labs caught word of the 12 year-old’s powers, Helena was abducted from the streets. For five long and tiring years, Lena was forced through test after painful test. Chunks of flesh were taken from her to study her DNA. Sure, they could have taken her blood, but they wanted it to be painful for her.
After an especially painful test, Lena broke her plastic restraints and ripped out the titanium rods from a guard’s spine and made a dagger out of it, killing whoever got in her way. The guard was paralysed from the waist down.
She ran as fast and as far as she could. Near the border between Canada and the U.S., Lena heard about Xavier’s school. Determined to get there, she began the long trek to Westchester.
Example Post:
Her feet were bloody and torn to shreds. Unfortunately, her shoes had disentigrated a few hundred miles behind her, her socks not long after. Helena's legs felt like they were going to fall off and her back felt like it was going to split in two. Pain shot through almost all of her body, but she couldn't seem to care. She'd gotten out of that hellhole. She'd had to kill, but they were bad and had hurt her regularly. A cry escaped her lips as she tripped and fell into the dead grass on the side of the road. Fingers clasped the coarse, dry, grass and a frustrated scream tore from her throat. That school for "Gifted Individuals" she'd heard about near the border better be worth this.
A day later, she was almost there. Every time she fell, she just had to get back up and keep walking: one foot after the other. Helena could make it, it was only a few more miles. And what was a few more miles compared to the many hundred she'd walked from Quebec?
When she arrived to the school, she dropped onto her knees and began to weep. Her stomach was growling from the hunger- she hadn't eaten in 3 days, since her money had run out. Lena made quite the picture in front of the school, with a bloody footprint trail leading up to her feet, bloodstained and tattered clothing, and hair that was matted almost beyond repair. Not to mention, the disgusting stench that radiated from her, but, she didn't care. This place was safe. This place would protect her. She was home.
Full Name: Helena (Eh-Lay-Nuh)
Nicknames: Lena
Codename: Meltdown
Age: 17
DoB: April 24
Origins: Quebec City, Quebec, Canada.
Orientation: No clue: hasn’t had the experience to know.
Blood Type: B+
Hair: Curly, Dark Brown.
Eyes: Chocolate Brown
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 120 lbs
Physical Affects of Mutation?: None.
Personality: Lena is an antisocial person because she has spent so much time in a lab, depending on herself. To her, every important person in her life has failed her. She is depressed most of the time and snaps at people when they ask too many questions or annoy her.
Appearance: Thin and pale, with curly brown hair, Lena stands at around 5’7”. Her chocolate brown eyes stand out against her pale skin. A sad smile is the only smile to ever grace her features.
Clothing Style: Lena only has the tattered remains of the clothes the lab provided her with
::Battle Uniform::
Lena has no uniform, but her ideal one would be:
Color: Deep Silver
Style: Long-sleeved Jumpsuit.
Patterns/Markings: Black seams.
Boots and/or Gloves?: Black boots and black elbow-length gloves.
Relations: “Big Brother” Michel, deceased. Doesn’t remember her parents.
Weaknesses: Lena is very inexperienced and loses control of her powers when she is very angry or very sad. Because a psychic mutant was used to force her into tests at the lab, she is absolutely terrified of psychic/telekinetic mutants. Lena’s power is focused through her hands, her fingertips, to be specific. She cannot use her powers if her hands are restrained in some way.
Powers: Lena has the ability to break down metal at the molecular level, change its molecules to whatever metal she wants, and shape it back into what shape she needs. She has the ability to bring metal that she can see to her, but has only been able to do it in a panic.
Affiliation: None as of yet, but hopefully X-Men
Skills: Since she was raised as a pickpocket, she can steal almost anything from someone without their noticing and can pick almost any lock.
Interests: Lena likes to draw, because she finds she can express her many emotions on the paper and leave some of them there.
Bio/History: Helena was born to Renee and Jean-Luc De Gaulle in Quebec. She lived a happy life up until age 4 when her house caught on fire. She toddled off while her parents were trapped in the inferno. Assumed dead, no one ever looked for her.
Helena was found by a Seventeen year-old pickpocket named Michel on the streets of Quebec City. He took her under his wing and taught her to pickpocket when she was old enough to help feed them both. They lived in an alley under a makeshift lean-to.
For eight happy years, Lena lived with her “big brother”. They had almost nothing, but they were happy. One day, as they were walking across the street, a car came barreling towards Lena. In order to save his little sister, Michel shoved her away and was hit instead. Lena’s powers surfaced when she melted through the car to get to her brother. He died in her arms.
A few weeks later, after the scientists at Coeden Labs caught word of the 12 year-old’s powers, Helena was abducted from the streets. For five long and tiring years, Lena was forced through test after painful test. Chunks of flesh were taken from her to study her DNA. Sure, they could have taken her blood, but they wanted it to be painful for her.
After an especially painful test, Lena broke her plastic restraints and ripped out the titanium rods from a guard’s spine and made a dagger out of it, killing whoever got in her way. The guard was paralysed from the waist down.
She ran as fast and as far as she could. Near the border between Canada and the U.S., Lena heard about Xavier’s school. Determined to get there, she began the long trek to Westchester.
Example Post:
Her feet were bloody and torn to shreds. Unfortunately, her shoes had disentigrated a few hundred miles behind her, her socks not long after. Helena's legs felt like they were going to fall off and her back felt like it was going to split in two. Pain shot through almost all of her body, but she couldn't seem to care. She'd gotten out of that hellhole. She'd had to kill, but they were bad and had hurt her regularly. A cry escaped her lips as she tripped and fell into the dead grass on the side of the road. Fingers clasped the coarse, dry, grass and a frustrated scream tore from her throat. That school for "Gifted Individuals" she'd heard about near the border better be worth this.
A day later, she was almost there. Every time she fell, she just had to get back up and keep walking: one foot after the other. Helena could make it, it was only a few more miles. And what was a few more miles compared to the many hundred she'd walked from Quebec?
When she arrived to the school, she dropped onto her knees and began to weep. Her stomach was growling from the hunger- she hadn't eaten in 3 days, since her money had run out. Lena made quite the picture in front of the school, with a bloody footprint trail leading up to her feet, bloodstained and tattered clothing, and hair that was matted almost beyond repair. Not to mention, the disgusting stench that radiated from her, but, she didn't care. This place was safe. This place would protect her. She was home.
