Post by fridge on Dec 10, 2006 14:47:08 GMT -5
Codeword: Pirates
Full Name: Vanessa Geraldine Carlysle
Nicknames: If I have to list them all, I will, but there’s a lot…
Codename: Copycat
Age: Unknown
DoB: Unknown
Origins: New Brunswick, New Jersey
Orientation: Straight
Hair: White (varies)
Eyes: Red (varies)
Height: 6’ (varies)
Weight: 148 lbs. (varies)
Physical Affects of Mutation: Pale blue skin, white hair, and red eyes.
Personality:
Manipulative and dangerous, Vanessa would have no problem stabbing you in the back or poisoning your meal. She knows when she’s lost a fight and has probably run from more than she’s won. Her ability to copy others down to a molecular level only increases her level of threat and her acting abilities can fool even the best trained eye. She knows what she wants and can do what it takes to get it.
Appearance:
Copycat’s basic appearance could be compared to that of Mystique’s. She has pale blue skin, snow white hair, and crimson eyes. She has a toned build but isn’t overly muscular, she’s still very much a lady. However, Vanessa’s appearance is constantly changing, both willingly and subconsciously.
images.wikia.com/marveldatabase/images/f/f1/Copycat44.jpg
Clothing Style:
Her style, like the rest of her, goes through constant change. If not impersonating anyone, she could be found wearing anything from lingerie to a nurse’s outfit…
images.wikia.com/marveldatabase/images/e/e4/Copycat42.jpg
::Battle Uniform::
Color: Yellow and black
Style: Jumpsuit with black arm pieces, leggings, and chest piece
Patterns/Markings: The suit is yellow sans the pieces mentioned above
Boots and/or Gloves: Both are black, though the “gloves” aren’t really “gloves”
upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/aa/CopycatAOA.jpg
Relations: Burt Carlysle (father, deceased), Dorothy Carlysle (mother), Deadpool (former lover)
Weaknesses:
Copycat’s power works as a sponge, constantly absorbing characteristics and personality traits of anyone she’s around whether she wants to or not. Her shape shifting abilities are so precise that she can duplicate anyone, anytime, anywhere perfectly. Unlike Mystique, Copycat’s powers delve into a genetic level, meaning she can not only replicate anyone’s appearance and personality perfectly but can also reproduce any kind of mutant abilities. So where’s the weakness? Well, while copying others, and if she impersonates someone for long periods of times, Vanessa is so good that she even begins to fool herself, becoming so deluded that she begins to believe she’s actually the person she’s copying. She finds herself suffering from amnesia during these delusions and quickly grows increasingly confused as she is unable to decipher which memories are hers and which are not. During this state of mental distress she is especially susceptible to telepathic attacks and interference.
Powers: Genetic Metamorph
Affiliation: If you want to get technical, Copycat is dead, or as dead as any comic book character can be. She was mostly a lone fox for the entirety of her life so, for now at least, she’ll be an independent.
Skills: She was depicted as having, at least, basic knowledge of hand to hand combat and weaponry.
Interests: Deadpool, Deadpool, and…Deadpool…
Bio/History:
Young mutant shape-shifter Vanessa Carlysle fell into a life of prostitution in Boston, where she met and fell in love with the mercenary Deadpool. Vanessa eventually became a mercenary herself after Deadpool left her. She was employed by arms dealer Tolliver, who had her impersonate Domino so she could spy on Cable, even joining Cable's new X-Force strike team. As she later explained, the other members were unable to detect a difference because she was able to exactly duplicate her appearance, personality, even her DNA and fingerprints. Tolliver ordered Copycat to bomb X-Force's headquarters, but she had come to care for her teammates, and she stalled until Tolliver dispatched the masked mercenary Deadpool to force her hand. Confronted by X-Force over her betrayal, but still posing as Domino, Copycat helped them fight Tolliver. Cable discovered the true Domino still alive as Tolliver's prisoner; Copycat was felled by Deadpool, though she managed to escape.
Copycat went into hiding, but was first found by Deadpool, and then Domino. Copycat delayed Domino's quest for revenge by helping her locate X-Force, after which she escaped again. Copycat then became involved in the hunt for Tolliver's will, during which she was mortally wounded by Slayback. She survived by copying Deadpool's healing factor. Later, Copycat sought to live a peaceful life in San Francisco, but she once again encountered Deadpool who had her capture by the emotion-manipulating Psycho-Man, who sought Kane's advanced technology. She was rescued from the Microverse by Kane, Cable, Domino, and the Microverse's resident heroes, the Microns. After returning to Earth, Copycat finally made peace with Domino.
Seeking revenge on Deadpool, Taskmaster and the Wizard hired Copycat to impersonate the super-strong Titania and gain Deadpool's trust but she would eventually give up on this mission altogether, Deadpool later confessed he had seen through her disguise from the beginning. She went on to join the Weapon X Program alongside Kane, and was sent to recruit Deadpool into the program. However, her power enhancement by Weapon X began to affect her memory (hence the delusions in which she begins to believe she actually is the person she impersonates), and she lost track of her mission. Instead, she began seducing Deadpool, but ultimately ended their relationship because of his infatuation with Siryn. She would often take the form of other women to surprise him. Deadpool was subsequently recruited by the project to eliminate her, but after he declined she was apparently killed by their agent, Sabretooth…apparently…
Example Post:
“Tell me something good, Joseph, for your sake.”
“S-sir, mutants 27 through 52 failed to give the desired result. The experiment proved to be fatal in every case…”
“Oh, for the love of God, do you realize they’re going to cut our funding if we don’t give them something useful?! I already know how to kill the freaks, you idiot, what I need is a god damn airborne version of the cure.” He took a deep breath, his hand on his temple.
“I’m sorr--”
“Shut up! I don’t need your fucking excuses, I need results! Get another batch of mutants, adult mutants, I’m getting tired of hearing those kids crying 24/7…and try not to kill ALL of them this time.” The man hissed, shoving his subordinate down the hall they were having their little meeting in. He watched the scientist hurry away, his tail between his legs, and disappear around the corner.
“If he doesn’t get it this time, kill him.” He said to the two guards he had brought with him. They stood to attention upon being spoken to, the double barrel shotguns they both wielded held out in front of their chests.
The man ran his hand over his balding scalp, the remaining salt and pepper hair slipping beneath his sweaty palms, he sighed deeply. His bosses had been all over his ass these last few weeks, as they should be. They kept forking out cash, expecting results that never came. If he couldn’t give them what he had promised, he’d never work again, he might even have to sell one or two of his villas over in Italy just to get by. God damn mutants, they were the source of all his stress, they didn’t deserve to be human, didn’t deserve to be cured of their disease. If they had just let him go with his original plan, an airborne disease that effected only mutants, this whole thing would have been done with by now. But no, that’s not “politically correct” or whatever the hell it was they had said; bureaucratic bastards, all of them.
Regaining his composure, he headed down the hall in the direction opposite than that of which the scientist had taken. The two guards fell into place behind him as he passed.
Suddenly, without warning, there was a loud bang that erupted from behind the trio’s leader. Instinctively, his hands went to cover his head, as if his bony fingers could protect his skull from anything that could make a noise that loud. He knew what the source of the disturbance was before he even turned around, one of the shotguns had discharged, what he didn’t know was why.
Turning, he found one guard sprawled out on the floor, a pool of blood slowly expanding from the still body. The other guard stood facing his dead companion, his gun still pointed out in front of him from when he had simply turned and blown the other guard’s head off. Without missing a beat, the remaining guard flipped the gun around so he was holding the barrel and swung it like a club, cracking the balding man square in the jaw and sending him to the floor with a grunt.
The balding man muffled obscenities, his hand holding his jaw as if it were about to fall off. The guard slowly circled around him like a shark stalking its prey. When he was in front of him, the man on the floor looked up into the guard’s face.
“What the he-”
There was one more loud bang that echoed through that hallway and one more dead body slumped to the floor, its face mangled and unrecognizable from the close range gun shot wound. The shotgun slipped from the guard’s hand and clattered to the floor, splashing into the pools of blood. He stepped over the two dead bodies, his boots sloshing in the gore, and headed down the hallway, this time in the direction the scientist had taken. A kind of itching sensation washed over his body.
The door to a lab flew open and the scientist inside jumped, quickly turning around to see who it was. He didn’t have much time to evaluate the situation, though, what with the bullet that was lodged in his forehead.
The body fell to the ground with a thud, dead before it was even there. The guard nudged the body aside with his foot and stood at the desk the scientist had just been at. Papers were spread out everywhere, he rifled through them, eventually finding what he was looking for. He grabbed the folder that was there, dumped the contents it already had in it out onto the floor, stuck what he had in it and turned to leave.
As he exited the lab and passed by the bodies in the hall, it became rather obvious he wasn’t actually a “he” at all. The clothing “he” was wearing seemed to dissolve into skin, skin that was a pale blue in color. Body structure changed, facial aspects shifted, certain things grew while other things shrunk, and some things disappeared altogether. Hair lightened until it was a snow white, then it grew at an alarming rate, stopping only once it reached the small of a much more feminine back. Even their stroll was different, walking down the hall like it was a runway and they the fashion model.
The woman smiled, putting the handgun she was holding back in the holster at her hip. She realized then that she was naked, not a problem, she simply willed clothing over her body and it was there, short shorts, a tank top, and black boots. Technically, she was still naked, the clothing was merely an extension of her skin, but hey, she was a lady damn it. She brushed the white hair from her face, her red eyes gleaming with delight, and tucked the folder she was carrying under her arm.
Full Name: Vanessa Geraldine Carlysle
Nicknames: If I have to list them all, I will, but there’s a lot…
Codename: Copycat
Age: Unknown
DoB: Unknown
Origins: New Brunswick, New Jersey
Orientation: Straight
Hair: White (varies)
Eyes: Red (varies)
Height: 6’ (varies)
Weight: 148 lbs. (varies)
Physical Affects of Mutation: Pale blue skin, white hair, and red eyes.
Personality:
Manipulative and dangerous, Vanessa would have no problem stabbing you in the back or poisoning your meal. She knows when she’s lost a fight and has probably run from more than she’s won. Her ability to copy others down to a molecular level only increases her level of threat and her acting abilities can fool even the best trained eye. She knows what she wants and can do what it takes to get it.
Appearance:
Copycat’s basic appearance could be compared to that of Mystique’s. She has pale blue skin, snow white hair, and crimson eyes. She has a toned build but isn’t overly muscular, she’s still very much a lady. However, Vanessa’s appearance is constantly changing, both willingly and subconsciously.
images.wikia.com/marveldatabase/images/f/f1/Copycat44.jpg
Clothing Style:
Her style, like the rest of her, goes through constant change. If not impersonating anyone, she could be found wearing anything from lingerie to a nurse’s outfit…
images.wikia.com/marveldatabase/images/e/e4/Copycat42.jpg
::Battle Uniform::
Color: Yellow and black
Style: Jumpsuit with black arm pieces, leggings, and chest piece
Patterns/Markings: The suit is yellow sans the pieces mentioned above
Boots and/or Gloves: Both are black, though the “gloves” aren’t really “gloves”
upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/aa/CopycatAOA.jpg
Relations: Burt Carlysle (father, deceased), Dorothy Carlysle (mother), Deadpool (former lover)
Weaknesses:
Copycat’s power works as a sponge, constantly absorbing characteristics and personality traits of anyone she’s around whether she wants to or not. Her shape shifting abilities are so precise that she can duplicate anyone, anytime, anywhere perfectly. Unlike Mystique, Copycat’s powers delve into a genetic level, meaning she can not only replicate anyone’s appearance and personality perfectly but can also reproduce any kind of mutant abilities. So where’s the weakness? Well, while copying others, and if she impersonates someone for long periods of times, Vanessa is so good that she even begins to fool herself, becoming so deluded that she begins to believe she’s actually the person she’s copying. She finds herself suffering from amnesia during these delusions and quickly grows increasingly confused as she is unable to decipher which memories are hers and which are not. During this state of mental distress she is especially susceptible to telepathic attacks and interference.
Powers: Genetic Metamorph
Affiliation: If you want to get technical, Copycat is dead, or as dead as any comic book character can be. She was mostly a lone fox for the entirety of her life so, for now at least, she’ll be an independent.
Skills: She was depicted as having, at least, basic knowledge of hand to hand combat and weaponry.
Interests: Deadpool, Deadpool, and…Deadpool…
Bio/History:
Young mutant shape-shifter Vanessa Carlysle fell into a life of prostitution in Boston, where she met and fell in love with the mercenary Deadpool. Vanessa eventually became a mercenary herself after Deadpool left her. She was employed by arms dealer Tolliver, who had her impersonate Domino so she could spy on Cable, even joining Cable's new X-Force strike team. As she later explained, the other members were unable to detect a difference because she was able to exactly duplicate her appearance, personality, even her DNA and fingerprints. Tolliver ordered Copycat to bomb X-Force's headquarters, but she had come to care for her teammates, and she stalled until Tolliver dispatched the masked mercenary Deadpool to force her hand. Confronted by X-Force over her betrayal, but still posing as Domino, Copycat helped them fight Tolliver. Cable discovered the true Domino still alive as Tolliver's prisoner; Copycat was felled by Deadpool, though she managed to escape.
Copycat went into hiding, but was first found by Deadpool, and then Domino. Copycat delayed Domino's quest for revenge by helping her locate X-Force, after which she escaped again. Copycat then became involved in the hunt for Tolliver's will, during which she was mortally wounded by Slayback. She survived by copying Deadpool's healing factor. Later, Copycat sought to live a peaceful life in San Francisco, but she once again encountered Deadpool who had her capture by the emotion-manipulating Psycho-Man, who sought Kane's advanced technology. She was rescued from the Microverse by Kane, Cable, Domino, and the Microverse's resident heroes, the Microns. After returning to Earth, Copycat finally made peace with Domino.
Seeking revenge on Deadpool, Taskmaster and the Wizard hired Copycat to impersonate the super-strong Titania and gain Deadpool's trust but she would eventually give up on this mission altogether, Deadpool later confessed he had seen through her disguise from the beginning. She went on to join the Weapon X Program alongside Kane, and was sent to recruit Deadpool into the program. However, her power enhancement by Weapon X began to affect her memory (hence the delusions in which she begins to believe she actually is the person she impersonates), and she lost track of her mission. Instead, she began seducing Deadpool, but ultimately ended their relationship because of his infatuation with Siryn. She would often take the form of other women to surprise him. Deadpool was subsequently recruited by the project to eliminate her, but after he declined she was apparently killed by their agent, Sabretooth…apparently…
Example Post:
“Tell me something good, Joseph, for your sake.”
“S-sir, mutants 27 through 52 failed to give the desired result. The experiment proved to be fatal in every case…”
“Oh, for the love of God, do you realize they’re going to cut our funding if we don’t give them something useful?! I already know how to kill the freaks, you idiot, what I need is a god damn airborne version of the cure.” He took a deep breath, his hand on his temple.
“I’m sorr--”
“Shut up! I don’t need your fucking excuses, I need results! Get another batch of mutants, adult mutants, I’m getting tired of hearing those kids crying 24/7…and try not to kill ALL of them this time.” The man hissed, shoving his subordinate down the hall they were having their little meeting in. He watched the scientist hurry away, his tail between his legs, and disappear around the corner.
“If he doesn’t get it this time, kill him.” He said to the two guards he had brought with him. They stood to attention upon being spoken to, the double barrel shotguns they both wielded held out in front of their chests.
The man ran his hand over his balding scalp, the remaining salt and pepper hair slipping beneath his sweaty palms, he sighed deeply. His bosses had been all over his ass these last few weeks, as they should be. They kept forking out cash, expecting results that never came. If he couldn’t give them what he had promised, he’d never work again, he might even have to sell one or two of his villas over in Italy just to get by. God damn mutants, they were the source of all his stress, they didn’t deserve to be human, didn’t deserve to be cured of their disease. If they had just let him go with his original plan, an airborne disease that effected only mutants, this whole thing would have been done with by now. But no, that’s not “politically correct” or whatever the hell it was they had said; bureaucratic bastards, all of them.
Regaining his composure, he headed down the hall in the direction opposite than that of which the scientist had taken. The two guards fell into place behind him as he passed.
Suddenly, without warning, there was a loud bang that erupted from behind the trio’s leader. Instinctively, his hands went to cover his head, as if his bony fingers could protect his skull from anything that could make a noise that loud. He knew what the source of the disturbance was before he even turned around, one of the shotguns had discharged, what he didn’t know was why.
Turning, he found one guard sprawled out on the floor, a pool of blood slowly expanding from the still body. The other guard stood facing his dead companion, his gun still pointed out in front of him from when he had simply turned and blown the other guard’s head off. Without missing a beat, the remaining guard flipped the gun around so he was holding the barrel and swung it like a club, cracking the balding man square in the jaw and sending him to the floor with a grunt.
The balding man muffled obscenities, his hand holding his jaw as if it were about to fall off. The guard slowly circled around him like a shark stalking its prey. When he was in front of him, the man on the floor looked up into the guard’s face.
“What the he-”
There was one more loud bang that echoed through that hallway and one more dead body slumped to the floor, its face mangled and unrecognizable from the close range gun shot wound. The shotgun slipped from the guard’s hand and clattered to the floor, splashing into the pools of blood. He stepped over the two dead bodies, his boots sloshing in the gore, and headed down the hallway, this time in the direction the scientist had taken. A kind of itching sensation washed over his body.
The door to a lab flew open and the scientist inside jumped, quickly turning around to see who it was. He didn’t have much time to evaluate the situation, though, what with the bullet that was lodged in his forehead.
The body fell to the ground with a thud, dead before it was even there. The guard nudged the body aside with his foot and stood at the desk the scientist had just been at. Papers were spread out everywhere, he rifled through them, eventually finding what he was looking for. He grabbed the folder that was there, dumped the contents it already had in it out onto the floor, stuck what he had in it and turned to leave.
As he exited the lab and passed by the bodies in the hall, it became rather obvious he wasn’t actually a “he” at all. The clothing “he” was wearing seemed to dissolve into skin, skin that was a pale blue in color. Body structure changed, facial aspects shifted, certain things grew while other things shrunk, and some things disappeared altogether. Hair lightened until it was a snow white, then it grew at an alarming rate, stopping only once it reached the small of a much more feminine back. Even their stroll was different, walking down the hall like it was a runway and they the fashion model.
The woman smiled, putting the handgun she was holding back in the holster at her hip. She realized then that she was naked, not a problem, she simply willed clothing over her body and it was there, short shorts, a tank top, and black boots. Technically, she was still naked, the clothing was merely an extension of her skin, but hey, she was a lady damn it. She brushed the white hair from her face, her red eyes gleaming with delight, and tucked the folder she was carrying under her arm.