Post by Stormy Evening on Mar 16, 2012 0:14:34 GMT -5
Character General Info
Name: Stormy Evening
Gender: Female
Birth Date: 3/15/1988
Age: 24
Age Looks:She very much looks like a 24 year old. Once some knowledge of proper apparel is acquired she may look less crazy though.
Hair: Jet Black
Eyes: Green, Purple
Appearance: Stormy stands at a rather small 5'2". She is a mid-weight, her body very solid and well curved. She has no blemish, no marks, no tattoos. Her skin looks normal, but her hair floats in a way that defies physics when she is utilizing her powers. Her hair also has a green or purple sheen that will be apparent depending on what specific ability she is employing at that moment.
She has not worn many normal clothes, and, respectively, has no sense of current fashion. Though, she does currently have a metal collar and customized metal bracers on her wrists. her gaze suggests someone who is disconnected from the world to certain degree, but her beauty is something even she cannot hide away from the world.
Her best feature outside her eyes is probably her shape overall, while she is particularly well built, and obviously muscular she still has enough curve that her figure is feminine. Her healthy skin and hair truly to compliment her in way that suggests she is a child of the Earth. Her lips are a rosy pink that seem to glimmer on their own, make up is something she does not even consider, but her health and beauty are a make up all their own.
Personality: Given her circumstances, it is expected that she would be a bit quiet, distant even. Her human contact over the last decade has been rather limited, thus she is still adjusting to dealing with people in general. She trusts very few and far between. Outside of that she actually has a very good heart, no matter how much she buries it. She has a cunning mind, her base instincts to survive dominate most of her personality.
The event of being torn from the care of her father and being placed in a sterile, cold environment caused her to become used to being her own company. She has only been able to rely on herself and trust herself over the last few years, thus she can come off harsh or inconsiderate to others. Her inner monologue is the truest and clearest voice she knows, when dealing with others she is blunt and frank. The lack of social development has left her, basically, without tact or common everyday politeness. In return her honesty is a pillar of her psyche. Before life in a lab, she was a chilvarious child very much interested in the stories of great heroes and fantastical adventures. Her child hood heroes were Peter Pan and Zorro.
Family: Dr. Ira Evening (deceased), Father. Dr. Darla Evening, mother (deceased)
Background:
Growing up without a mother was hard enough, but becoming a full-blown scientific experiment was just bull. Stormy's mother, Darla, had passed away during child birth. She had complications during labor that caused her ultimate demise, in her dying moments she got to see her healthy baby wrapped by Ira in a blanket.
The couple had worked in Research and Development for Wayne Enterprises until just before Stormy was born. After the death of his wife, Ira could not bear to raise his daughter in Gotham when all he could see was her face in every corner he turned to. Lex Luthor was happy to snatch up the scientist as he moved he and his daughter to Metropolis. Ira had a talent for genetic research and was put in a position into which he could research ways to alter human genetic codes. After a a few years of working in Metropolis Mr. Luthor asked Ira to head up a new project of vital importance in Gotham. Initially reluctant to move back to Gotham, which had managed to get even crazier, Luthor assured Ira that he and his daughter would be provided anything they so needed.
After returning to Gotham, Ira became the lead scientist on the Adam and Eve project involving isolating and combining the uniquely altered genetic codes of two newer (at the time) faces in Gotham. He was to create a way to alter anyone's genetic code to combine select strengths of Poison Ivy and Bane. For several years he and his team worked on the project until it came to halt. Luthor inquired as to why they had stopped, and the team informed him that the best test subject would be one of youth. Luthor mysteriously acquired a pair of children to test on, but the team refused, uneasy about where they had come from and what would happen when Ivy and Bane genetics were pumped into them. After many disagreements on the project Luthor pulled the ace out of his sleeve. He had one of his bodyguards acquire Stormy and take her to a classified location in the city. For the next decade she would forcibly be altered as her father believed she had been kidnapped by enemies of Luthor.
Obviously, tissue samples of Bane and Ivy had to be acquired. Over the years the rumor of Subject Eve would become apparent, at least among the Arkham doctors after the suspicion of leaked samples was raised. Naturally, it would not be surprising if a few of the Rogues gallery were aware of the rumor.
While Luthor's less morally restricted scientists conducted these experiments upon her they also educated her. Luthor's goal was to create an army like her, educating them, altering them to create a highly intelligent super soldier.
After ten years, Stormy had finally found the energy to escape when she was exposed to sunlight through a skylight for the first time in a decade. In a fit of rage and fury she broke out. She had not seen or felt the sun in years, but as soon as she did she felt more energized and invigorated. By the time she made it to her father he was already gone, he had died from cardiac arrest two years prior.
Character Info
Stormy was not taken by Luthor just out of simple retaliation, her father had made a comment to Luthor at one point that she would make an ideal candidate due to her exceptional health and wellness. Luthor had smiled, seemingly taking it as a joke Ira had put it across, but he had looked further into it. It was his leverage is Ira ever turned on him.
Although she grew through her teenage years in a bubble, she was still educated. She had gone through the coursework for bachelors and masters degrees in History and Literature. Luthor had personally visited her several times. He was the reason a shock field had to be installed in her cell, he enraged her intensely. This had always disappointed Luthor, he knew the next test subjects would have to be young enough so they could view him as a face to trust.
While highly isolated her intelligence is remarkable. She has a temper that could get out of hand if not kept in check. Raging in her cell was a near daily activity. Since the age of fourteen she has been intensely angry at her world and surroundings. It was the only thing that she felt kept her intact all these years. For a long time it was the only thing she could feel.
Code Name: Deadly Nightshade
Enemy Code Name: Subject Eve
Powers/abilities:
She possesses strength that would equate to 75 % of Bane's total strength, however she has not put her abilities at full utilization as of yet. She does not require venom to constantly be pumped into her blood stream as her genetic code has been modified so she would produce venom on her own, as that was a goal of the experiments conducted on her. She also possesses a pheromone releasing ability similar to Ivy's but hers compels the opposite sex to protect and feel affection for her instead of causing rivalry between affected subjects. She does cannot completely take away free will but inflict strong feelings of pleasure to the point of incapacitation. The most impressive of her powers is the ability to regenerate under UV light. Any wound can be healed, however substantial wounds such as loss of limb would take a much longer time to regenerate, as in several weeks.
When employing her pheromone ability, which she does not yet understand fully, her eyes shift to a soft glowing purple while. They glow bright green when her adrenaline production is increased. They are at a low green glow or just simply green at all other times.
Strengths:
Regeneration, Heightened Strength, slightly heightened senses, pheromone release, diversion, combat tactics
Weaknesses:
Prolonged exposure to darkness, temper, human socialization, lack proper hydration, over exposure to UV rays.
Affiliation: Other Heroes
Other Info
Currently she is aimlessly wandering the streets of Gotham trying to make sense of her circumstances.
Anything else you'd like to add: She's rough, she's tiny, but she'll get the job done.
Will you be active?: Of Course
Do you Agree should you become Inactive you will have your Character Removed from the Roleplay?: Yes
Sample RP:
Jetzar never cared for being on at the bridge security post. As she sat at the security console and looked objectively at it one could say it bored her to tears, however, tears were rare for such a Capellan. At least, down in the lower decks, Jet could walk around and patrol stuff. A constitution class starship was not prone to many internal disturbances, save a fight resulting from a disagreement between a few crew members, or the occasional accident prone scientist, engineer, etc..
Most security officers lived for away missions, planetside. That is where the action usually ensues for them. Though, this particular aspect of security makes it a dangerous position.
It's no secret, Security has the highest mortality rate in the fleet.
Of course, it is not impossible to survive as a security officer, but it can be a struggle in the right situation. The first and foremost things officers are taught include battle field tactics, combat prowess, and the ever essential skill to make lightning fast decisions. Standard defense, weapon usage, and other necessary courses are taught and learned, but each security recruit is required to learn at least one special skill that gives them an edge. In Jetzar's case this was novice to advanced explosives arming and disarming, underwater reconnaissance (as she is a naturally gifted swimmer), and has received a fleet merit as Master at Hand to Hand. Her skills exceed even her temper.
Jet's feral tendencies were initially a great concern to the fleet. When she started at the Academy she still had somewhat feral behavior. Outside of incidents listed in her service record early counseling and instructor notation will list her behaving in a barbaric manner. She would eat voraciously and quickly when presented with food, making it obvious she was still adjusting from life on the chain. She would say very little, and expressed herself through body language and fighting. Many notes claim she headbutted people at random, but in later notation after her English began to take off, it was realized that it was a response to feeling annoyed by whatever or whomever she headbutted.
Earning the trust of Jet took a long time, but it happened. She still reverts to old habits on occasion, but generally those are reserved for a fight. And this is why she gets bored in the bridge.
In truth, bridge security is no light thing. It is a post reserved for the most resolute of security officers. Only he who can go to hell in back without concern over his broken ribs or dislocated shoulder attained in the confusion can properly be the last and, quite possibly, the first line of defense between enemies and the bridge crew. However, being that there is a security console, it is that officer's job to keep the captain directly up to date on any security concerns or inquiries that come up. It is also that officer's job to provide any kind of security, combat, strategic, defense, or intel information. Anything the captain could ask about anything involving battle, war, peace, treaties, and the like are also considered here. Basically, the job is to be the bridge body guard, war and combat scholar, and a source of quick advice and reference in a hairy situation.
Jetzar was abnormally honest, as her people tended to be, which always put her in a good place to give information or advice that she felt she could speak to. And who better to win a conflict? Jetzar has seen as much on foot as she has floating up in the stars. Also, her knowledge of Klingon tactics, weapons, technology and ,most importantly, cloaking devices was invaluable to a flagship. It took a lot a quick action and knowledge to kill a whole freighter of Klingons in under five minutes. She could shakedown a bird of prey if you gave her ten minutes.
For the moment, though, there was no bird of prey, there was no great ship to ship firefight, or some jackass trying to punch the Captain or the XO. Jetzar looked out to the rest of the officers on the bridge, used to being here everyday. They seemed to be settled in, as if they knew no better place to be.
Jetzar sighed as the occasional radar blip sound would carry to her ear, indicating no signs of action. For a moment she thought of an actual situation arising in which she had to defend the bridge crew. From what she had heard about Captain Kirk while they were still in the academy and Mr. Spock, they could hold their own quite well. The Capellan actually graduated a year prior to her arrival on the Enterprise. Her arrival was only a month or two after the Nero incident.
She dragged her gaze about the room observing everyone at their respective posts. The Vulcan is who her gaze stopped with for a moment. She couldn't help but wonder what he was like. She had encountered him during her own Kobyashi Maru test, as she was rather vocal about her distaste for a simulation that pits you into a grim death that lacked an actual, real, risk of death. As instructors explained the point she simply told them she would not hear such nonsense, and informing them she was highly offended they didn't actually try to kill her and simply teased her with their technology.
She had always remembered Commander Spock, who chose allow other instructors to engage her...Capellaness. He stood nearby off to the side, observing. When she made it clear in her offense at their lack of impending doom and then, curtly, walked away from them and she had caught the look on his face. She couldn't tell what he was feeling based on his expression and that's why she remembered. She figured it was a Vulcan thing.
Jet furrowed her brow as she looked back to her console, remembering and still currently carrying her disappointment in the empty promise that was the Kobyashi Maru.
