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[MeiLa Dettaven] MeiLa Dettaven; Fracture/Neutral
Topic Started: Nov 8 2008, 06:36 PM (45 Views)
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General Information

Full Name:
----MeiLa Piper Dettaven.
Codename or Alias:
----Fracture.
Gender:
----Female.
Age:
----19.
Birthdate:
----September 27th.
Place Of Birth:
----NYC, New York.
Occupation/Status:
----Self-explanatory
Alignment:
----Neutral.
Organizations/Affiliations:
----Weapon-X.
Canon Or Original?:
----Original.
Powers/Abilities:
----MeiLa possesses the ability to manipulate the growth of her own skeletal structure; using her own bones as weapons.. as well as the power of empathy..

__BONES__
This ability allows her to use her bones as protection, such as knuckle guards or an inner shield; as a weapon, she can shoot them through her flesh or manipulate them into spears or knives. Often she chooses to utilize her main power in creating projectile shards of sharpened bone, opting for accuracy and direct hits. When performing such feats, she generally with project them through the palms of her hands or near her ribcage. Her bones are also very durable, allowing her to sustain hard hitting blows without being broken or destroyed altogether.

__BEATS__
Unknown to the majority [unless they've gotten close enough to MeiLa to hear] is one of her biggest oddities. Beating in her chest at opposite intervals, are not one, but two hearts which are a necessity for the random regrowth of her bones, and the clotting to heal the exit wounds. Each heart is located on opposite sides of her chest, although it doesn't cause a deformity in appearance, it is quite odd to feel both of them beating upon laying your head upon her chest.

__TEARS__
She may possess empathy, but she still has yet to master it. It is an ability that leaves her heart raw, for she can absorb the emotions of others around her. It also causes her to produce bones that may spring out from her flesh in odd situations of stress, or any form of extreme emotional change. This is one power that leaves her troubled and feeling fragile and vulnerable. She does her best to remove herself from her own mind, seeking distraction so that she won't have to feel, often using hostility and violence to get away from reality. She sees most emotion as weakness. Although she knows how they feel, she's more than likely to mask understanding and compassion with a frigid, apathetic appearing outer shell.

---Limits: Her experience is lacking and she requires more thorough training and control in her skills.

---Battle Strengths: She can survive intense damage without sustaining severe permanent injury..

---Battle Weaknesses: At the moment, she's in it for herself. That's the only experience she has. She has a severe lack of exposure to working in a group and generally prefers being the lone wolf, which is a strong disadvantage.

Also, she can only regrow bones so fast. Without replacement, she remains in a weaker state until the healing kicks in, which can vary in length, depending on how much stress and damage has been inflicted upon her. It also takes a lot out of her to replace any bones that have been removed, so the use of her ability needs to be well thought out and controlled..

That, and her nasty habit of smoking can throw one of her hearts off time, forcing the other to go into a more rapid pace, causing her breathing to become sharp during healing and rebuilding.

Training: target practice, kick-boxing and minimal/limited personal experience..

Weapons/Items:
----Her own bone structure..



Appearance

Visual Appearance:
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Physical Appearance:
--Height: 5' 5"
--Weight: 127lbs
--Eye Color: Deep green/gray
--Hair Color: Black/brown
--Body Type: Slim/slender.. a little on the petite side?
--Distinguishing Markings: A line of seven black stars trace the right side of her torso, starting at the top of her rib cage, and ending at her hip.

--Further Details: She is often seen staring down others as if observing potential prey. Her features are soft, sometimes making her appear almost unreal, even slightly angellic, which couldn't be farther from the truth. Her skin is pale and flawless, with almost a ghostly tone to it, from years spent away from the sun.

Smiles are rare, and often come at inappropriate times, specifically at the expense of another's pain, of course, they also occur when sharing one-on-one interaction with those that she would consider allies, which are a select few.

Clothing and Armor:
----Her wardrobe consists of form fitting attire, ranging in a variety of vibrant contrasting color and style. Unlike the average hostile and angst ridden individual, black is merely an accessory to the varying fashion of MeiLa.



Personality

Likes:
--Chinese food.
--Getting what she wants.
--Heavy eye make-up.
--An easy high.
--Drawing blood.
--Cigs<3
--General rebellion.
--A challenge.
Dislikes:
--Pretending to be nice.
--Arrogance.
--Being figured out.
--Females.
--Herself.
Fears:
--Committment, finding her equal, being seen as weak.
Bad Habits:
--Chain smoking, general distaste for people, alcoholism, hostility, drug abuse and violent outbursts.
Sexual Orientation:
--Straight.

General Personality:
_COLD HARD BITCH_
Her alias, Fracture, was derived not only from her mutant ability. She's incredibly manipulative and will do damn near anything to get exactly what she wants out of someone. She also a deep rooted pathological liar, and a talented one at that, rarely can one tell what is fact or fiction. To add to that, she keeps close tabs of vital dirt on people, taking pure pleasure in using their weaknesses against them. Most words that leave her mouth are laced with both venom and a frigid chill. So watch out, this one bites.

_TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS AND JACKET_
She's highly addicted to sex, and will do anything to get it. She wants to be taken advantage of, used and abused; she gets off on pain. She's sadistic to the core. Vicious and relentless, she digs her nails into shoulders and bites, letting out all aggression in a heated passion. A thirst that has yet to be quenched by only one man. She oozes desire, and takes great pleasure in seduction, wrapping her tendrils around the heart and mind of another.

This is one of the few areas of her life in which she'll let someone overpower her, and the one area in which she will relinquish all control. She has yet to find love or attachment, showing no remorse for breaking a few hearts. She'd be much more prepared to meet her maker than to meet her match. Deep down, all she craves is someone to tear her apart, reassembling her into what she sometimes wishes she could have been. Dragging out the best of her, which she ultimately sees as her worst, which she keeps buried beneath layers of both anger and inner turmoil from a past she's never been willing to speak of.

_MY CONFESSION_
She's highly addicted to pain pills and is also a pain junkie.. Whether numb or experiencing the adrenaline rush of a sharp pang, the addiction is all the same. MeiLa also falls into the category of what one might call an alcoholic. She also has a horrible smoking habit, forcing her to light up in half hour intervals, depending on her stress level. It seems that only when suffering intoxication is she truly what one might call "sweet". When in this state, it is as if she has completely reverted to an alternate state, a split persona releasing itself and coursing through her veins, and her violent side subsides.

_FLAWED_
Like all people, she does have weaknesses, underneath her bitchy facade, she does possess empathy, an ability that threatens to tear her apart if she doesn't control it. Emotions are one thing that she feels are an unecessary burden. She has a deep sense of longing for someone to rip of the mask she clings so dearly to, although she is unwilling to accept her past. Her hostility is derived from both fear and lack of trust. Ever since the incident of her rape and near death 3 years ago, she's never been the same. She wants to let someone in, but without the ability to trust anyone, she remains clinging to the void, taking stabs at anyone who will come close enough for her to bleed dry.



Character's History;;

Siblings:
N/A.
Mother:
Marrow [Sarah Knuckey].
Father:
N/A.
Other Family:
N/A.

History:
Nathaniel Essex, in an attempt to recreate another mutant with duplicate abilities to that of Marrow, merged her DNA with that of a randomly captured mutant male. Determined to create a weapon that could destroy the Morlocks, he genetically programed the DNA, implicating necessary chemicals and traits to make the subject nearly flawless, so as they grew, so would their strength and ability.

Finding a proper surrogate mother was quite simple, he plucked a simple human girl, Taralyn Dettaven, off the streets of the city and brought her into the lab. Upon planting the seed within her, he erased her memory and released the woman back into the world. Taralyn was young, and with her already promiscuous path in college, she suspected that the pregnancy was just caused by her own irresponsibility at some weekend party.

MeiLa was born without complication, although she shared no resemblance with Taralyn, for obvious reasons. Taralyn brushed it off, in assumption that she took after her biological father. She'd come into the world healthy, but her mutation seemed to be MIA, causing Essex to postpone bringing her back to the compound in which she'd been assembled. One thing that had remained a mystery to the doctors that had taken care and did her "mother's" checkups, was that upon listening to the heart of the child, its heart seemed to have no offbeat. Although odd, they never looked into it further because it didn't seem to cause any complications with MeiLa's health.

Nothing is known about her father, besides that he contributed to her mutant abilities and her appearance, gifting her with her deep green eyes that turn brighter when using her powers. The ability that he seemed to have stuck her with was that of Empathy. She found it odd that she could always feel as others did, but bottled anything she felt inside, feeling that showing emotion was a sign of weakness.

She excelled academically at an early age, able to master concepts and absorb knowledge much like a sponge. Nothing had ever seemed abnormal about her, which came as a disappointment to an awaiting Sinister, who had planned on creating an assassin, not just some frail human child. He continued to survey her, doubt being destroyed by his own determination. Essex had failed to perfect a gene combination that would automatically react with the X-gene, this process was one that required patience.

As MeiLa grew to the age of seven, Taralyn became suspicious of a mutation. The summer of MeiLa's 2nd grade year, she fell from the roof of their two-story house straight onto solid pavement and was able to walk away without even a fracture to show for it. She'd plainly seen a bone stab straight through MeiLa's calf and watched her shove it back into place, the skin healing around it as if nothing had happened at all. MeiLa had shown little reaction to the injury or pain associated with it, although she was obviously shocked. Upon discovery of this, Essex recaptured young MeiLa and returned her to the compound.

As a child, being raised and observed by men in white labcoats, hate seemed to breed itself further within her. With every day that passed, her will to do away with near anyone that even came close to her grew stronger. The constant poking, prodding and examining seemed only to aggravate her. With time, her mutantion began to react with her emotions, causing bones to stab through her flesh into the palms of the scientists that threatened to sedate her.

After just turning fifteen, she staged her own suicide, injesting a temporary sleep agent that made it seem as if her hearts had stopped. Upon the removal of her body from the compound, she slipped away, and hitchhiked her way back to New York City seeking refuge in the outskirts. The houses that lined the outer limits, were both empty and decrepit, seeming to empathize with her.

MeiLa was rediscovered by Sinister after a brutal murder scene had been brought to the attention of the press which involved the odd use of supposed human bones not of the victim. He immediately sent someone to retrieve her and bring her to the lab to begin to study the progression of her powers. Her mental instability and hostility were quite similar to that of her mother's, and had overtaken her overall persona, helping her mutation to develop and perfect itself within her system. With her potential, she would be considered quite the valuable asset. He was determined to shape her into an assassin to do his own bidding, rather than let her slip into the hands of the X-men..


Role Play Sample:
Her eyes fluttered open, as she found herself hung upon a decrepit wall, much like a grotesque painting of crucifixion. The peeling wallpaper was stained with a deep crimson that created a design like that of pinstripes. Above her, the words "Fix The Mutation" were scrawled in a vibrant red. Another grotesque display created from her own blood. She tensed her jaw, gritting her teeth, as she roughly yanked her left arm from the wall. The flesh was torn, the nails still sticking through. With another yank, she was able to free her right arm. Her slender fingers gingerly removed the nails, dropping them carelessly to the floor. The holes that had just minutes before littered her arms began to seal themselves shut.

Upon the removal of four purposely placed screwdrivers, she fell to the floor. Her ebony tresses were matted against her face, glued with a combination of blood and sweat. Her feet discovered footing and she dusted herself off. That disgusting excuse of a human better have a death wish. Recalling the events of just a few hours prior, her pale face turned cold, leaving her dark eyes housing an inescapable rage that threatened to engulf anyone or anything in it's path.

MeiLa had always been a sweet girl, always accepting of everyone, a little source of sunshine for those who knew her. Within the short span she'd been left to die, a shadow had wrapped itself around her, dousing the light with a vengeful fury. She had never been one to get angry, her good-nature had always been a redeemable quality. But now it was long gone, traded for what would become the "new" her. Footsteps from the lower level caught the attention of her ears. He's back.. she thought, preparing for what would prove to be both a violent and deadly confrontation.
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