Team X Application
PLAYER INFO;
Player Name: Kat
Age: 25
Contact: AIM: livelixir
CHARACTER INFO;
Name: Vanessa Carlysle
Alias:Copycat
Age: unrevealed, probably early thirties
Canon/OC: Canon, AU
Power: Metamorph. She can transform herself into anybody she wants and create an exact duplicate down to the cellular level, so even her fingerprints and DNA will change. That means that she doesn’t just copy their appearance but also their powers if they happen to be mutants. Along with that she also duplicates the person’s personality, making it nearly impossible for others to tell the difference. She’ll also unconsciously mimic others, temporarily taking on characteristic gestures or adapt their way of speaking if she’s around them for longer. That is something she is not aware of, but it is most likely a side effect of her mutation.
Limitations: Since her mutation copies others so thorough it takes a few moments for her to transform, so she prefers to retire to a quiet spot for it. In order to completely copy others, she requires knowledge-about their personalities, their surroundings. To copy a mutant’s power, or any person’s DNA, fingerprints and even brain patterns, she will need to touch them for a certain amount of time. Though she has spent months as someone else without problem she tends to lose herself after a while and the longer she is someone else the more likely she will end up with some of their personality traits she will have a hard time getting rid off. After a longer period of time she has found that she suffered from memory loss, she couldn’t access certain memories from her past, so she is wary of staying in someone else’s shape for too long.
Appearance: It is hard to overlook her when she is in her own form. Being 6’ tall with blue skin, white hair and red eyes is unusual everywhere, which is why she usually keeps her skin colour in a normal, tan tone. Her hair is white and wavy and ends a little below her shoulders. On some days she might randomly change the colour to a light pink, or, if she observes someone and wants to blend in, different shades of brown-as far as she can remember, it is her natural hair colour.
Her built is slim and rather athletic, having worked as an adventurer and mercenary she needed to train on a regular basis, even though her level of strength varies with the forms she takes on.
Personality: In spite of everything she has seen in her life, Vanessa has a rather sunny disposition and enjoys being around people. She doesn’t fully trust them, at it takes a while for her to do so, but she will give everyone a chance. Once she has let someone in and they become a friend, she is fiercely loyal and protective.
She would prefer if at least in her time away from jobs and missions people could live in harmony but they usually don’t. She tries to get along with everybody and it is fairly hard for someone to provoke her. Betraying her or those close to her is a good start.
When it comes to men she isn’t exactly shy, but wouldn’t do more than a little harmless flirting unless she really knows the guy and has decided that he is worth it. Like most women she does enjoy attention and small gifts, but anything that exceeds flowers will most likely make her suspicious.
History: Vanessa doesn’t remember much of her past. She knows that she grew up in New Brunswick, New Jersey and that she had a younger sister, her father was working a lot and her mother was crying a lot. She remembers having friends she used to roam the streets with and later, only a few months before her mutation surfaced, there were boys and cigarettes.
Her mutation surfaced during a school party. She had worked up the nerve to ask the guy she had a crush on to dance with her and even though she had been incredibly nervous, she decided to kiss him in the middle of the song. When he didn’t respond to the kiss she desperately wished she could be anyone but her in that moment-and she got her wish. When the boy realized he was dancing with himself he screamed, drawing everyone’s attention to them, and she fled the scene.
It took two days for her to figure out how to turn into herself again-and when she did she realized that her hair was white, her eyes were glowing red and her skin was a pale blue. It took another three days until she figured out how to really use her mutation to turn into someone else. During this time she hid in an abandoned house, a few punks were living there that didn’t mind her appearance; they shared their food and clothes with her.
After a few weeks of living in the streets she started to travel, impersonating people in the process, practicing her skills. She ended up in Boston, where she discovered that many men were willing to pay a lot of money for a prostitute that could impersonate anyone they wanted. A few years trickled by in a blur until she met a man at a bar, looking for potential customers. That man bought her a drink but only wanted to talk. He was a mercenary-she doesn’t remember how exactly, but she ended up becoming a mercenary, too.
Ever since then she has worked for anyone who would pay her, be it to retrieve information or to kill people, not caring much for their motivation or their agenda. As long as they pay her she doesn’t care all that much and she figures that if she doesn’t know too much about her employers she can’t worry too much.
Recruitment:Vanessa has heard about Team X through one of her contacts. Being a little tired of drifting around without much aim she decided it might be a good idea to offer her help and serve her country in the process. She figured that any secret government operation that employed a bunch of mutants should have a shape shifting mercenary on the team.
SAMPLES;
Personal LJ Sample:No matter what everyone else might think, that is what I have to do, it's who I am. It is my true calling, if you will.
Yes, it is hard work. Yes, I don't particularly like spending days or even weeks being someone else. Because every time I take on somebody else's role, their life, every time I become them and really submerge in their life... I lose a part of myself. How were my grandparents? Did I ever get to meet them? My parents are just names and vague shapes. How were my friends called? How did the guy I had a crush on look like? What was his name? Who was the mercenary I met at the bar and why did I chose to become one, too? I can't remember any of these things. There's more but I try not to fret too much about it.
One of these days I will find out why I had to forget all of these things. Because above all I believe in that sentiment. it might seem to be a silly sentiment to anyone, everyone else, but not to me. It's what I hang on to. Because it's what keeps me away from the deep, dark pits of hell. I'd be drowning in self pity and that is just not healthy.
Third Person Sample: Vanessa took a deep breath and glanced at herself in the mirror once more. The target preferred busty blondes, so she just had to tweak her skin and hair colour, her eyes were a deep blue and her dress was short enough to make both men and women blush that squeezed past her to get into the bar. Walking on heels as high as those she chose to wear wasn’t one of her favourite parts of the job, but it did the trick. The man’s head turned towards her as she entered, as did most heads in the small lounge. He was sitting at the bar and she walked towards a stool not too far from him, but not too close either. She had barely climbed onto it when his hand was on her arm.
“Can I buy you a drink, sweetie?”
She smiled and batted her eyelashes at him while her mutation worked like a sponge, absorbing all information about his body she would need later on. This would be easier than she had hoped.
Player Name: Kat
Age: 25
Contact: AIM: livelixir
CHARACTER INFO;
Name: Vanessa Carlysle
Alias:Copycat
Age: unrevealed, probably early thirties
Canon/OC: Canon, AU
Power: Metamorph. She can transform herself into anybody she wants and create an exact duplicate down to the cellular level, so even her fingerprints and DNA will change. That means that she doesn’t just copy their appearance but also their powers if they happen to be mutants. Along with that she also duplicates the person’s personality, making it nearly impossible for others to tell the difference. She’ll also unconsciously mimic others, temporarily taking on characteristic gestures or adapt their way of speaking if she’s around them for longer. That is something she is not aware of, but it is most likely a side effect of her mutation.
Limitations: Since her mutation copies others so thorough it takes a few moments for her to transform, so she prefers to retire to a quiet spot for it. In order to completely copy others, she requires knowledge-about their personalities, their surroundings. To copy a mutant’s power, or any person’s DNA, fingerprints and even brain patterns, she will need to touch them for a certain amount of time. Though she has spent months as someone else without problem she tends to lose herself after a while and the longer she is someone else the more likely she will end up with some of their personality traits she will have a hard time getting rid off. After a longer period of time she has found that she suffered from memory loss, she couldn’t access certain memories from her past, so she is wary of staying in someone else’s shape for too long.
Appearance: It is hard to overlook her when she is in her own form. Being 6’ tall with blue skin, white hair and red eyes is unusual everywhere, which is why she usually keeps her skin colour in a normal, tan tone. Her hair is white and wavy and ends a little below her shoulders. On some days she might randomly change the colour to a light pink, or, if she observes someone and wants to blend in, different shades of brown-as far as she can remember, it is her natural hair colour.
Her built is slim and rather athletic, having worked as an adventurer and mercenary she needed to train on a regular basis, even though her level of strength varies with the forms she takes on.
Personality: In spite of everything she has seen in her life, Vanessa has a rather sunny disposition and enjoys being around people. She doesn’t fully trust them, at it takes a while for her to do so, but she will give everyone a chance. Once she has let someone in and they become a friend, she is fiercely loyal and protective.
She would prefer if at least in her time away from jobs and missions people could live in harmony but they usually don’t. She tries to get along with everybody and it is fairly hard for someone to provoke her. Betraying her or those close to her is a good start.
When it comes to men she isn’t exactly shy, but wouldn’t do more than a little harmless flirting unless she really knows the guy and has decided that he is worth it. Like most women she does enjoy attention and small gifts, but anything that exceeds flowers will most likely make her suspicious.
History: Vanessa doesn’t remember much of her past. She knows that she grew up in New Brunswick, New Jersey and that she had a younger sister, her father was working a lot and her mother was crying a lot. She remembers having friends she used to roam the streets with and later, only a few months before her mutation surfaced, there were boys and cigarettes.
Her mutation surfaced during a school party. She had worked up the nerve to ask the guy she had a crush on to dance with her and even though she had been incredibly nervous, she decided to kiss him in the middle of the song. When he didn’t respond to the kiss she desperately wished she could be anyone but her in that moment-and she got her wish. When the boy realized he was dancing with himself he screamed, drawing everyone’s attention to them, and she fled the scene.
It took two days for her to figure out how to turn into herself again-and when she did she realized that her hair was white, her eyes were glowing red and her skin was a pale blue. It took another three days until she figured out how to really use her mutation to turn into someone else. During this time she hid in an abandoned house, a few punks were living there that didn’t mind her appearance; they shared their food and clothes with her.
After a few weeks of living in the streets she started to travel, impersonating people in the process, practicing her skills. She ended up in Boston, where she discovered that many men were willing to pay a lot of money for a prostitute that could impersonate anyone they wanted. A few years trickled by in a blur until she met a man at a bar, looking for potential customers. That man bought her a drink but only wanted to talk. He was a mercenary-she doesn’t remember how exactly, but she ended up becoming a mercenary, too.
Ever since then she has worked for anyone who would pay her, be it to retrieve information or to kill people, not caring much for their motivation or their agenda. As long as they pay her she doesn’t care all that much and she figures that if she doesn’t know too much about her employers she can’t worry too much.
Recruitment:Vanessa has heard about Team X through one of her contacts. Being a little tired of drifting around without much aim she decided it might be a good idea to offer her help and serve her country in the process. She figured that any secret government operation that employed a bunch of mutants should have a shape shifting mercenary on the team.
SAMPLES;
Personal LJ Sample:No matter what everyone else might think, that is what I have to do, it's who I am. It is my true calling, if you will.
Yes, it is hard work. Yes, I don't particularly like spending days or even weeks being someone else. Because every time I take on somebody else's role, their life, every time I become them and really submerge in their life... I lose a part of myself. How were my grandparents? Did I ever get to meet them? My parents are just names and vague shapes. How were my friends called? How did the guy I had a crush on look like? What was his name? Who was the mercenary I met at the bar and why did I chose to become one, too? I can't remember any of these things. There's more but I try not to fret too much about it.
One of these days I will find out why I had to forget all of these things. Because above all I believe in that sentiment. it might seem to be a silly sentiment to anyone, everyone else, but not to me. It's what I hang on to. Because it's what keeps me away from the deep, dark pits of hell. I'd be drowning in self pity and that is just not healthy.
Third Person Sample: Vanessa took a deep breath and glanced at herself in the mirror once more. The target preferred busty blondes, so she just had to tweak her skin and hair colour, her eyes were a deep blue and her dress was short enough to make both men and women blush that squeezed past her to get into the bar. Walking on heels as high as those she chose to wear wasn’t one of her favourite parts of the job, but it did the trick. The man’s head turned towards her as she entered, as did most heads in the small lounge. He was sitting at the bar and she walked towards a stool not too far from him, but not too close either. She had barely climbed onto it when his hand was on her arm.
“Can I buy you a drink, sweetie?”
She smiled and batted her eyelashes at him while her mutation worked like a sponge, absorbing all information about his body she would need later on. This would be easier than she had hoped.