Raven Darkholme | X-Men: First Class 4/5 liedtravelistaaJuly 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.
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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