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Raven Darkholme | X-Men: First Class 4/5 lied travelistaa July 22 2011, 13:36:54 UTC
9. Abilities:  Mystique’s  abilities are fairly unique and powerful. She has the  ability  to shape  shift into literally anyone that she lays eyes on, and can even make up forms to take if she so chooses. She can also take the form of inanimate objects (she is seen to imitate a smaller version of the statue of liberty in one of the later movies), a power that she has not yet realized at this point in time, but that I am hoping to develop during her time at the Keep. There are very few limitations to this canonically, but it is important to note  that if  injured in any  form, she will retain that scar in any future   forms she  may take. She  is also unable to mask her scent, and as a   result of that  those with  heightened sense of smell will be able to  see through her  disguise, moreso if they are intimately familiar with either her or the person she is trying to imitate.

It is also important to note that her abilities do not stem from any kind of divine power or magical incantations. She is a mutant, which means her genes have been mutated due to radiation.

Mystique is incredibly nimble and is portrayed with almost catlike reflexes - while in her natural,  blue form her agility is increased, as well as her physical strength.  Hand  to hand combat skills are developed later, after her alliance with  Magneto.

She  also ages  much slower than a regular human,  and  while others grow older  around  her, even in mutant form she  maintains  a relatively youthful   appearance.

10. Languages: English and...English.

11. Items: Just the clothes she was wearing and her purse - containing a pen, wallet, a few dollars. Nothing major.

12. Weapons: None

13. Writing sample - Third Person Prose:
Music  poured out of the car stereo as Raven sat in the passenger seat,   legs  crossed and eyes fixated on the window. Rain trickled down the   glass in  rivulets; it was five-thirty in the morning and being up this   early had not been on her agenda.

It had been Charles   that had roused her out of  her deep slumber - her perfectly warm bed   with the fluffy comforter and  down pillow that she had cocooned herself   in - by sitting hard on the  bed and gently (but persistently) shaking   her shoulder until she was unconsciously reaching for her  brothers   neck.

Just how he had gotten into her locked door, Raven still hadn't figured out.

"Honestly   Raven. There is no reason to act so sullen about this." He stated as  he  rested slender hands on the wheel. "You would think I had done you  some  great harm."

"You woke me up at five in the morning, Charles," Raven grumbled, still pointedly staring out the window. "That is a 'great harm'." Acting childish or not, Raven wasn't pleased. "Whatever this surprise is had better be good."

"I think you'll find yourself singing a different tune, once we get there."

"Where is there? You didn't let me get dressed, I barely had time to change if you know what I mean, and now we're halfway across England in a Volvo I'm pretty sure that you didn't have last night." She finally looked at him, though her irritation was slowly ebbing.

"This. Better. Be. Good."   He simply smiled at her, and she folded her arms in a huff and turned   her face back to the window, staring outside.  There was very little to   be seen, unfortunately - the countryside was dark, the sun was still   stubbornly hiding behind the shadow of the  earth.

She took this opportunity to roll her entire body towards the window and tug her jacket around and over her head.

"Wake me up when we get there, you jerk."

A beat.

"Wherever there is."
 

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