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OOC Stuff
Name: Sophie is fine
Age: 21 - look I can drink legally now!
E-mail: womrtail2k8@hotmail.com
IM: AIM: TenchiWormtail
MSN: wormtail2k8@hotmail.com
Other characters in the game: Crystal, but will be making another one later.
IC Stuff
Canon: Movieverse with some comic placed into it. I enjoy including things form the comic book, since the movie only goes through so much.
Canon point: Taking Crystal from the end of X3 the movie.
Real Name: Crystal Alexandria Walbrow
Alias: Crystal, Crystal Alexandria Creed
Age: 19
Lineage: Crystal is the genetically created daughter of Victor Creed, also known as Sabretooth. Her mother and Victor have absolutely no knowledge of each other. She was created using Victor’s DNA and her mother was impregnated through In Vivo Fertilization.
Appearance: Crystal is 5 foot even with olive colored skin, which lightens during the winter months like all skin tones. Facially, she holds many feline like features, including cat like eyes that are a yellow color, and extremely pointed and angled ears; which she usually hides behind her dark brown hair, that reaches her shoulders. She often times has locks of hair hanging before her ears, and bangs (fringe) before her face to block her eyes from getting too much negative attention. She commonly wears her hair down, and practically avoids doing her hair up when she can. Physically, she is very petite and feminine, and she is well aware of this.
She is Victor Creed’s daughter and like Victor she has claws. Because her claws are very thick, and don’t always appear to match the rest of her features on their own. She takes extra care to file them, and trim them, and make them look as neat as she can possibly can. She also grows them out like normal nails, however, this doesn’t affect them much in length when she grows them out. She enjoys neutral, earthy tones in her outfits, and plans her clothing out almost meticulously. Always making sure she is dressed at least somewhat appropriate for the weather; always favoring dresses and skirts when she can.
Personality: Sassy, Crystal can produce a very harsh, caddy, and sometimes crude personality to people. She isn’t above apologizing, and she isn’t below making you wonder about her sanity. Naturally curious, she’ll take a dare if given to her, but will turn it down if it means she has to do something demeaning. It wouldn’t be wrong to call her a nagger, since she does have the tendency to do so, especially when she isn’t getting the answers she wants. She’s capable of being unspeakably rude, and unreasonably malicious, but she can also step up (after much composure and discussions with others around her, and calling herself rude names) and apologize. How long the apology will last and how effective it will be depends upon the individual she is apologizing to.
quite, While Crystal can be a very wordy, and a rude little spoiled Princess, she only speaks when spoken to. If she doesn’t have anything to say, she will not say anything at all. If she doesn’t have an opinion on a matter she will not share it. She will voice her needs, her opinion, and her thoughts when she sees fit. Otherwise, she can go a week without saying a single word if she is completely content with her situation.
booky, If Crystal has a book, a magazine, a note, anything with wording on it she will read it and devout it to memory. She is a great fan of literature and always open and willing to read something new. She will try whatever she reads, if she can and will test whatever she reads and feels does not sound accurate enough for it to be considered actual ‘research’. Give her a good book, and she will sit contently and read for hours on end. She is intelligent, and greatly enjoys learning new things. She is almost obsessive about and when she is bored will crave something to do, learn, or read to keep her mind busy.
curious, The dark room you avoid? The picture you refuse to look at? The alley ways you purposely walk past? Crystal will explore, observe and find out the reason why others don’t want to approach it. This goes the same for people. Her curiosity makes her look nosy and intrusive, but to her its something new to learn about and try to figure out. Because she is so curious, it does get the better of her and she forgets what is appropriate to ask, appropriate to prod, and appropriate behavior when she is having one of her little curiosity spurts. She also can become incredibly tenacious if her curiosity is not satisfied.
manipulative temper tantrum, It is no surprise that Crystal likes to get her way and depending on her mood that day she will find a way to get her way. She will poke and prod a person until she finds out how they tick, and maneuver in whichever way will get her whatever it is she is looking for. If the individual decides to get even with her, she will become the definition of a vindictive bitch. Unlike her father she will not maim or mutilate the person first, she’d much rather destroy your self-esteem and your reputation than your physical appearance. This is not Crystal’s main goal when she meets someone, but if she does not like you there is a higher chance you will become a sad little pawn in her life style. If your personality is naturally submissive there is a chance she will take advantage of it, and do it with or without her realizing that she is. If you try to overpower her, prepare to meet the worst little Princess in the world. Her temper will flare and you will remember that she is Sabretooth’s daughter.
Strengths: Loyalty; Crystal is a devoted little Princess. If she trusts you, and if you gain her trust she will walk to the ends of the earth for you. Loyalty is one of her strengths, and she will remain loyal to who ever won her trust until they either die or they do something to make her lose trust in them.
Determined; When Crystal wants something her focus is on that. She will work to get it, fix it, break it, whatever it may be. She will work hard to get something done and work even harder to make sure that it is done right. She becomes an obsessed perfectionist until it is done.
Memory; Crystal has a very good memory, which may irritate some. She likes to memorize things, it’s fun for her.
Dancing, running; Crystal loves to dance and so knows her body well from that. She isn’t great but she is good. She loves to dance with all her heart. She was part of the dance team, poms, when she was in high school and continues to dance when she needs to think or release whatever pent up frustration she has. She also enjoys running for hours on end. If you can’t find Crystal after a long week, look for a dance studio or try to find her outside somewhere. There is a good chance she gave up mulling over ice cream for running or dancing.
Weaknesses: Crystal is terribly sensitive, self-conscious, and generally unsure of her physical appearance. What you say and what she hears isn’t always the same thing. She wears her heart on her sleeve and tries hard not to be disturbed by what others think, but in reality she really is easily offended and hurt. She is capable of crying at the drop of a hat, but refuses to let herself do so. So instead, she bottles up everything until eventually she explodes into either a week long crying fit or complete rage that is taken out on pretty much anything and anyone. She is also terribly sensitive to the opposite sex. If she is turned down, she will wonder obsessively why. It’s hard to break her concentration when she finds something someone doesn’t like about her, and she will pick it apart into a million different pieces and completely obsess over it until something breaks her concentration, or decides she better stop before her head explodes. Usually that doesn’t happen without a series of temper tantrums and buckets of ice cream. In short, Crystal is a girly girl.
Because Crystal’s senses are so heightened, she is actually very sensitive to certain smells and colors. Extremely bright neon colors actually hurt her eyes. Bright flashes of light will hurt her eyes and some can leave her seeing stars for a few moments or even blind her. Certain smells that a human could not smell Crystal can (pheromones of a stressed out liar, a woman on her menstrual cycle, the left over scent of someone hugging you) and some can hurt her nose, or activate a very powerful gag reflex. Her regenerative property is also slightly backwards and about three milliseconds slower than Victor’s; her internal organs can heal faster than her skin. Which means internal bleeding will stop faster than if she were to receive a gash of some kind.
Crystal cannot swim! She cannot float, bob, anything! So she just completely avoids any situations where water is involved. Trying to be “smart” and throw her into water will involve a lot of blood and you being throw in yourself.
History:
Her mother, Margery, was a former Marine when she willingly signed up for a covrt ops project, that was mentioned in passing with another student in her field. She signed the wavier, took the trip, did the tests and was sent to a small facility off the coasts of Alaska.
Margery was offered time off to study full time at a university of her choice if the procedure was successful. However, the facility where Margery was found was unlike anything she had seen before. A group dedicated to the collection and experimentation on mutants found that mutations were a recessive gene, and searched through series of DNA for the one genetic detail that would make them perfect soldiers. Margery’s moral standards were being tested against her requirement to follow orders. She was to become a mother, but would not keep the child if the project was successful, and would forever carry the memory of having given birth to a child only to give it up to be tested on and used as a weapon.
The project was simple. Add two recessives and you get one dominant, however, since on occasion two recessives are drowned out by a dominant the idea with Margery and her egg was to add powerful genetics from an unnamed mutant (Victor Creed) with a human with naturally powerful genetics, and recessive physical features (blond hair, blue eyes). Blending the chromosomes with extra genes to make the once recessives now dominant, the egg was implanted into Margery and she was declared pregnant the following month. Even though Margery had been informed on what she was supposed to do over and over again, she could not stand to see an innocent child undergo the procedures she watched several other children go through. So, she disobeyed orders given by her Superior Officer, and found the other women who had been forcefully placed into the operation. The rest lead to a less than subtle escape done by a Marine for the sake of her child.
Completely spoiled by her mother, and the four others she grew up with. Jordan, JoJo (whose willing to do anything she asks), and Alex are the only ones still with her. Their fourth member, Wyatt, died of an inoperable brain tumor when they were all seventeen. She is the youngest out of the four and takes advantage of it when she is around them. Crystal spent the majority of her years under her mother’s ever watchful eye, and with every little spark of her very cruel tongue, her mother would give her a warning. A pinch of the arm, the tightening of her hand, or would pull her away to scold her. Crystal lived mainly in New York where her mother resided until she received her bachelors in Biology and then moved closer down south to live with her friend (one of the other women escaped) in Louisiana, Crystal’s Aunt Meredith. Meredith had a son, Jordan James, and both Crystal and Jordon had a tendency to bind together and cause holy hell for their mothers and Jordon’s multiple stepfathers, who changed constantly. Once Crystal’s mother gained her Master’s they found a nice house in the outskirts of New Orleans where Crystal and her lived together quite harmoniously. With Margery’s growing success and Crystal’s growing boredom, they were joined by the rest of what Margery calls “Crystal’s Crew”. The other boys Crystal was raised with, Jojo (Josef), Alex, and Wyatt came to Louisiana for a visit. Jojo lived upstate, while Alex lived in New York and Wyatt in New Jersey. They rarely got to see each other, but when they did it was a nightly bone fire and blunt scolding from their parents. When Prom came around Crystal was able to go with both Jojo and Jordan, both at her local high school and one far from her reach. Jojo had developed an on going crush on Crystal and did little to hide it from her. Constantly swooning for her, leaving her loving messages and showering her with compliments - all ending in a fitful rage from Crystal.
Her mother had raised a trust fund for Crystal so she could go to college, and ensured her daughter's safety for if (or when considering Crystal's background) she was no longer able to care for her beloved daughter. Crystal was treated like a Princess by her mother, a Queen by JoJo, a best friend by Jordan, and something to be scared of by Alex and Wyatt. She always received the highest of praise from her mother, and her mother attempted to socialize her daughter in hopes to calm the uncontrollable temper Crystal was known to have, by showing her the many different kinds of people there were in the world. This included Beauty Contests where Crystal would be primed and propped up like a China Doll, Political events where Crystal would meet people who would consider her something far worse than what she was. She was a Debutant, came out in plays in her high school, did track, horse back riding, all because her mother wanted her to know how it was to be loved, smiled at, and told how lovely she was. Crystal threw temper tantrums when she was younger, and now settled with rather menacing glares at any one who decided to question her - or anything about her.
Crystal was 5 when a boy pointed at her hands and said "Ugly". She was 9 when a group of men appeared outside her school and asked to speak with her, but she screamed and ran in the opposite direction. She was 13 when she came home to find her mother in shambles, sobbing in the kitchen. Crystal never knew about where she came from, or why her grandfather's last name was McChinney and her mother's wasn't until she met up with a woman named Emma Dubou at her Debutant Fashion Show. Emma was adamant about speaking with Crystal more, and Crystal wanted nothing to do with her. At home Crystal mentioned the name to her mother, who looked suddenly pale and it was then that Crystal was informed about only half of her background. Her mother had been a Marine, Crystal never knew, though it did explain her mother’s strange obsession with guns. Her mother's last name was NOT Walbrow. It was her grandmother's, and the reason why was not told to Crystal just yet. She had to work to get the rest of her mother’s information. It wasn’t because her mother didn’t trust Crystal with all of the information, Margery simply wished for her daughter to become more mature before finding out the rest of what she was supposed to be before Margery escaped with her, and Margery made sure that her daughter knew what her mother never wanted her to become. Crystal’s mother was adamant that Crystal understood the reason she never told her about everything she had done to make sure Crystal remained in her perfect little life. How the moving down south wasn’t just for convenience and wasn’t as convenient as Crystal had once thought. Her mother faked her death for Crystal, changed her life completely for Crystal, started from scratch for Crystal and now was slowly giving Crystal all the information she needed to find out more about herself. What she was supposed to be and that the decision was now Crystal’s to make. If she wanted to know who her father was, where she came from, and the reason for her creation; Crystal only needed to follow her mother’s clues and it would be revealed with Crystal’s own tenacious curiosity.
Powers: Regenerative Property; Crystal regerative property is about three mili-seconds slower than Victor’s, which means she does heal quickly, but not as quickly as other’s with a healing factor might. Depending on the injury she’ll be able to heal from it enough to run away, and will feel it long enough to complain about how much it hurts to get a paper cut. Crystal is able to grow limbs she may lose, however, this process is complicated; back to biology everyone! Say she lost a hand, Crystal’s hand would look like an odd little white bump of cartilage, before it forms the various veins and nerve endings that form within the bone, before the bone grows from the cartilage; followed by this her muscles then her nerve endings. This also comes with extreme sensitivity to the limb for about 3-4 hours after the said limb is lost. Any extreme gashes done to her body last long enough for her to remember never to have that happen again, same goes with bullet wounds, basically meaning that when she does heal quickly, but her nerves are extremely sensitive for a while afterwards.
Heightened senses; Crystal can hear a mouse skitter and squeak through the wall, smell what is it you have hiding in your purse, or when you’re getting stressed out, or when you’re excited. She can smell human, plant, and animal pheromones. This means extremely strong scents like that given by an onion, or ammonia, or Clorox make Crystal do more than just plug up her nose. They physically hurt her nose and senses. Normal people get headaches, Crystal can be physically debilitated from extremely strong scents. A cat can feel the vibrations of something on the floor, so can Crystal with she is barefoot or holding her hand against a wall or floor. This means things that are a little hot to a normal person are very hot to Crystal.
Speed; Crystal can run up to 75 miles per hour, which is about the same speed as a cheetah. This is also in reference to her reflexes, she is very quick to catch, move, and dodge whatever she can see. She basically has the reflexes of a cat, so yes, she does miss and lands on her back rather than her feet sometimes. Crystal can push herself to run, maybe, up to 80-85 miles per hour, but can only keep that up for a short period of time. Any long than 30-40 seconds she can fry brain cells, and over heat. After hitting that high 80 number she does have to stop and cool down, which involves a lot of panting and swearing about how she probably shouldn’t have done that.
Retractable Claws; Crystal grows out her “nails” and so they appear to be at the same length as they would be extended. They grow slightly longer, though not by much, when they extend because she lets them grow normally. She does trim, file, and take very good care of her claws; so them extending gives them a very vicious witch like appearance. What happens to a cat when you don’t trip their nails, they can leave very deep scratches in you. The only reason Crystal’s claws are as thick and strong as they are is because of how much care she takes in making them look and be as healthy as possible. If a person where to apply as much meticulous care into their nails as Crystal does, they too would have trouble cutting their nails with a normal nail clipper. Her claws are naturally grown out, and when extended they curl and can leave rather nasty gashes in someone, just like a feral cat’s claws would in a normal person. They are always exposed, but can grow longer, though not as dramatic as Death Strike’s.
Strength; Crystal does have an abnormal amount of strength for her size, but in comparison to the others in her family it really isn’t much. In comparison to Victor, Crystal cannot rip a car’s door off, but she can pry it open with both hands. She can rip off a person’s head, but she needs both hands to do that. She does have a lot of strength for her size, but not super woman kind of strength. She can pull muscles, and can break bones if she pushes herself too much.
Abilities:
Flexible; Crystal is very flexible, and can dislocate certain joints like a cat can. Not to say that she’s Gumbi and can bend in odd and interesting ways, but is more flexible than the average person. Capable of pushing her way through an air vent that would fit a large child, or twisting her arm in a way that would cause most people to squeak in pain. Added into her healing factor, dislocating for a normal person would cause much more strain on them than her. So for a brief moment of pain, Crystal’s ligaments do not stretch to irreparable lengths and fix themselves.
Very quite; She’s remarkably silent when she doesn’t feel the need to inform people about how stupid they are to her. Again if she doesn’t have anything to say she won’t. She’s capable of walking in heels without making too much noise and can stand in a room and be unnoticed for a very, very long time. She can be disturbingly quiet, and might make some people feel uncomfortable because she can go for hours, days, weeks, and maybe even months without saying a word if the situation around her is comfortable enough for her. While she does tend to call attention to herself, she is very good at going unnoticed.
Dancing. Because of dancing Crystal knows what her body can do fairly well. She has been taught to control her balance through dance, and so doesn’t suffer like most girls do when they put on a new pair of heels. In fact she loves heels and shoes in general. Dance has also taught her how to control what her body can do without causing damage to other things, herself, or other people. However, since she taught herself how to control her body so much - its very hard for her to lose that control, because she doesn’t know what will happen if she does let her feral abilities over power what she’s been taught; she might
Cook; Crystal loves cooking, and baking. She experiments with anything she can get her hands on in the kitchen, and has a knack for making more good than bad. Though if she does make something bad she takes note of what she did bad and makes sure never to do that again. Crystal can spend hours cooking and backing in the kitchen, and it is one of the times when she is the most happy. She especially enjoys watching people eat her food and like it.
First-person example:
I do remember the people who didn’t like me. I remember their faces, some of their names, and when it happened. I was five when a boy in my class pointed at me and called me ugly because I had only one parent, and for what I was. I was eight when my teacher refused to teach me because I am what I am. I was in Middle School when rumors spread saying that I had a tail, but cut it off with my own claws because I didn’t like. In High School, I was assumed a slut because I was different from other girls. For as long as I could remember I was - a little different, but for some reason it never really stuck in my mind that I was that different.
My mother always told me that I was beautiful. That there was nothing wrong with me, and that I would only get more beautiful as I got older. But sometimes - I catch myself look at the mirror and wonder if she was just lying to make me feel better... Or if she really meant it.
As I got older, I realized more and more just how different I really was from the other people, students, around me. That no matter what anyone called me, it still hurt. Mutant. Special. Feral. I wish I could just be called by my name rather than get slapped with some kind of label that makes me feel like I ride the short bus, or - need a warning label. With the way some people look at me, I feel like I should be put on display. The Feral Girl. Look at her claws, and tease her about her ears. Everyone else does. So, why don’t you?
I don’t want to be known for just my mutation. I don’t want to be just another feral. I want to be something more, but - I don’t know how. I don’t get along with other mutants because I know what it’s like to have more people like you than hate you. I don’t get along with humans because of my claws, ears, and teeth.
I’m not just a mutant, and I’m not just a feral. I want to be something more than that.
Third person example:
The thrill of a run made the stress of her day melt away into nothing. It blurred past her like the bushes and trees she sprinted past with ease. Her feet thumped against the ground like her heart in her chest, in her ears, in her finger tips and nerves. It was a rhythm that not even drums could mimic, no tribal beat would ever be able to replace, and no drink or dance could match. This feeling. The feeling she felt when she got out of the four walls in her school, out of her mother’s watchful eye, and away from the scrutinizing stares of her peers - to run.
Not just a run in the city that was still too confined for her liking. It was a run out in the open. Somewhere where she wouldn’t run into another person to distract her or agitate her. A place where she could run on all fours, and go as fast as she could without worrying about who or what she’d run into. After a week of watching people watching her, and trying to whisper quietly to each other about the girl with the claws; a nice long run made all the disgust she felt in her stomach melt away.
Two legs descended onto hands and feet the faster she ran through trees and over bushes. She raced across the dirt, using her claws to dig deep into the earth and kick herself forward like a cheetah after its prey. The wind whistled past her ears, causing an excited trill to race through her nerves and pushed her forward. Faster and faster until her lungs burned and her body felt like it was on fire. The faces of her day that made it so much longer burned away and turned into the dirt she kicked up with her claws, and the bark she ripped from the trees.
Faster still. She could do better. Up a tree without even thinking and leaping from one trunk to the other. Back and forth between branches and tree trunks, then back onto the earth to race along it and scare nesting birds picking at twigs and beetles. Her mind ran clear, her lungs burned, her heart raced in her chest; pounding against her rib cage. Then suddenly - an end. An end to the trees, bushes, dirt and animals. Asphalt. Black, jagged, and hot against her palms. It startled her and she dug her claws into it to force herself to a stop.
A road? Where had that come from? Her body screamed with heat as it forced itself to cool down, sweat dripped down the side of her face. Slowly her eyes focused back onto the world around her, blurred from the sudden overwhelming heat she forced onto it. A road. The sudden bombardment of humanity reminded Crystal that she wasn’t yet allowed to forget what she had to do. Examining her watch, still panting from her sprint, a growl escaped her lips.
It was time to go back home. At least she got to travel back through the woods she tripped from.
Why does the mod have an obsession with the number two?: Mod likes Golden Age Comics and I want a red polka dot lampshade for it. :]
Name: Sophie is fine
Age: 21 - look I can drink legally now!
E-mail: womrtail2k8@hotmail.com
IM: AIM: TenchiWormtail
MSN: wormtail2k8@hotmail.com
Other characters in the game: Crystal, but will be making another one later.
IC Stuff
Canon: Movieverse with some comic placed into it. I enjoy including things form the comic book, since the movie only goes through so much.
Canon point: Taking Crystal from the end of X3 the movie.
Real Name: Crystal Alexandria Walbrow
Alias: Crystal, Crystal Alexandria Creed
Age: 19
Lineage: Crystal is the genetically created daughter of Victor Creed, also known as Sabretooth. Her mother and Victor have absolutely no knowledge of each other. She was created using Victor’s DNA and her mother was impregnated through In Vivo Fertilization.
Appearance: Crystal is 5 foot even with olive colored skin, which lightens during the winter months like all skin tones. Facially, she holds many feline like features, including cat like eyes that are a yellow color, and extremely pointed and angled ears; which she usually hides behind her dark brown hair, that reaches her shoulders. She often times has locks of hair hanging before her ears, and bangs (fringe) before her face to block her eyes from getting too much negative attention. She commonly wears her hair down, and practically avoids doing her hair up when she can. Physically, she is very petite and feminine, and she is well aware of this.
She is Victor Creed’s daughter and like Victor she has claws. Because her claws are very thick, and don’t always appear to match the rest of her features on their own. She takes extra care to file them, and trim them, and make them look as neat as she can possibly can. She also grows them out like normal nails, however, this doesn’t affect them much in length when she grows them out. She enjoys neutral, earthy tones in her outfits, and plans her clothing out almost meticulously. Always making sure she is dressed at least somewhat appropriate for the weather; always favoring dresses and skirts when she can.
Personality: Sassy, Crystal can produce a very harsh, caddy, and sometimes crude personality to people. She isn’t above apologizing, and she isn’t below making you wonder about her sanity. Naturally curious, she’ll take a dare if given to her, but will turn it down if it means she has to do something demeaning. It wouldn’t be wrong to call her a nagger, since she does have the tendency to do so, especially when she isn’t getting the answers she wants. She’s capable of being unspeakably rude, and unreasonably malicious, but she can also step up (after much composure and discussions with others around her, and calling herself rude names) and apologize. How long the apology will last and how effective it will be depends upon the individual she is apologizing to.
quite, While Crystal can be a very wordy, and a rude little spoiled Princess, she only speaks when spoken to. If she doesn’t have anything to say, she will not say anything at all. If she doesn’t have an opinion on a matter she will not share it. She will voice her needs, her opinion, and her thoughts when she sees fit. Otherwise, she can go a week without saying a single word if she is completely content with her situation.
booky, If Crystal has a book, a magazine, a note, anything with wording on it she will read it and devout it to memory. She is a great fan of literature and always open and willing to read something new. She will try whatever she reads, if she can and will test whatever she reads and feels does not sound accurate enough for it to be considered actual ‘research’. Give her a good book, and she will sit contently and read for hours on end. She is intelligent, and greatly enjoys learning new things. She is almost obsessive about and when she is bored will crave something to do, learn, or read to keep her mind busy.
curious, The dark room you avoid? The picture you refuse to look at? The alley ways you purposely walk past? Crystal will explore, observe and find out the reason why others don’t want to approach it. This goes the same for people. Her curiosity makes her look nosy and intrusive, but to her its something new to learn about and try to figure out. Because she is so curious, it does get the better of her and she forgets what is appropriate to ask, appropriate to prod, and appropriate behavior when she is having one of her little curiosity spurts. She also can become incredibly tenacious if her curiosity is not satisfied.
manipulative temper tantrum, It is no surprise that Crystal likes to get her way and depending on her mood that day she will find a way to get her way. She will poke and prod a person until she finds out how they tick, and maneuver in whichever way will get her whatever it is she is looking for. If the individual decides to get even with her, she will become the definition of a vindictive bitch. Unlike her father she will not maim or mutilate the person first, she’d much rather destroy your self-esteem and your reputation than your physical appearance. This is not Crystal’s main goal when she meets someone, but if she does not like you there is a higher chance you will become a sad little pawn in her life style. If your personality is naturally submissive there is a chance she will take advantage of it, and do it with or without her realizing that she is. If you try to overpower her, prepare to meet the worst little Princess in the world. Her temper will flare and you will remember that she is Sabretooth’s daughter.
Strengths: Loyalty; Crystal is a devoted little Princess. If she trusts you, and if you gain her trust she will walk to the ends of the earth for you. Loyalty is one of her strengths, and she will remain loyal to who ever won her trust until they either die or they do something to make her lose trust in them.
Determined; When Crystal wants something her focus is on that. She will work to get it, fix it, break it, whatever it may be. She will work hard to get something done and work even harder to make sure that it is done right. She becomes an obsessed perfectionist until it is done.
Memory; Crystal has a very good memory, which may irritate some. She likes to memorize things, it’s fun for her.
Dancing, running; Crystal loves to dance and so knows her body well from that. She isn’t great but she is good. She loves to dance with all her heart. She was part of the dance team, poms, when she was in high school and continues to dance when she needs to think or release whatever pent up frustration she has. She also enjoys running for hours on end. If you can’t find Crystal after a long week, look for a dance studio or try to find her outside somewhere. There is a good chance she gave up mulling over ice cream for running or dancing.
Weaknesses: Crystal is terribly sensitive, self-conscious, and generally unsure of her physical appearance. What you say and what she hears isn’t always the same thing. She wears her heart on her sleeve and tries hard not to be disturbed by what others think, but in reality she really is easily offended and hurt. She is capable of crying at the drop of a hat, but refuses to let herself do so. So instead, she bottles up everything until eventually she explodes into either a week long crying fit or complete rage that is taken out on pretty much anything and anyone. She is also terribly sensitive to the opposite sex. If she is turned down, she will wonder obsessively why. It’s hard to break her concentration when she finds something someone doesn’t like about her, and she will pick it apart into a million different pieces and completely obsess over it until something breaks her concentration, or decides she better stop before her head explodes. Usually that doesn’t happen without a series of temper tantrums and buckets of ice cream. In short, Crystal is a girly girl.
Because Crystal’s senses are so heightened, she is actually very sensitive to certain smells and colors. Extremely bright neon colors actually hurt her eyes. Bright flashes of light will hurt her eyes and some can leave her seeing stars for a few moments or even blind her. Certain smells that a human could not smell Crystal can (pheromones of a stressed out liar, a woman on her menstrual cycle, the left over scent of someone hugging you) and some can hurt her nose, or activate a very powerful gag reflex. Her regenerative property is also slightly backwards and about three milliseconds slower than Victor’s; her internal organs can heal faster than her skin. Which means internal bleeding will stop faster than if she were to receive a gash of some kind.
Crystal cannot swim! She cannot float, bob, anything! So she just completely avoids any situations where water is involved. Trying to be “smart” and throw her into water will involve a lot of blood and you being throw in yourself.
History:
Her mother, Margery, was a former Marine when she willingly signed up for a covrt ops project, that was mentioned in passing with another student in her field. She signed the wavier, took the trip, did the tests and was sent to a small facility off the coasts of Alaska.
Margery was offered time off to study full time at a university of her choice if the procedure was successful. However, the facility where Margery was found was unlike anything she had seen before. A group dedicated to the collection and experimentation on mutants found that mutations were a recessive gene, and searched through series of DNA for the one genetic detail that would make them perfect soldiers. Margery’s moral standards were being tested against her requirement to follow orders. She was to become a mother, but would not keep the child if the project was successful, and would forever carry the memory of having given birth to a child only to give it up to be tested on and used as a weapon.
The project was simple. Add two recessives and you get one dominant, however, since on occasion two recessives are drowned out by a dominant the idea with Margery and her egg was to add powerful genetics from an unnamed mutant (Victor Creed) with a human with naturally powerful genetics, and recessive physical features (blond hair, blue eyes). Blending the chromosomes with extra genes to make the once recessives now dominant, the egg was implanted into Margery and she was declared pregnant the following month. Even though Margery had been informed on what she was supposed to do over and over again, she could not stand to see an innocent child undergo the procedures she watched several other children go through. So, she disobeyed orders given by her Superior Officer, and found the other women who had been forcefully placed into the operation. The rest lead to a less than subtle escape done by a Marine for the sake of her child.
Completely spoiled by her mother, and the four others she grew up with. Jordan, JoJo (whose willing to do anything she asks), and Alex are the only ones still with her. Their fourth member, Wyatt, died of an inoperable brain tumor when they were all seventeen. She is the youngest out of the four and takes advantage of it when she is around them. Crystal spent the majority of her years under her mother’s ever watchful eye, and with every little spark of her very cruel tongue, her mother would give her a warning. A pinch of the arm, the tightening of her hand, or would pull her away to scold her. Crystal lived mainly in New York where her mother resided until she received her bachelors in Biology and then moved closer down south to live with her friend (one of the other women escaped) in Louisiana, Crystal’s Aunt Meredith. Meredith had a son, Jordan James, and both Crystal and Jordon had a tendency to bind together and cause holy hell for their mothers and Jordon’s multiple stepfathers, who changed constantly. Once Crystal’s mother gained her Master’s they found a nice house in the outskirts of New Orleans where Crystal and her lived together quite harmoniously. With Margery’s growing success and Crystal’s growing boredom, they were joined by the rest of what Margery calls “Crystal’s Crew”. The other boys Crystal was raised with, Jojo (Josef), Alex, and Wyatt came to Louisiana for a visit. Jojo lived upstate, while Alex lived in New York and Wyatt in New Jersey. They rarely got to see each other, but when they did it was a nightly bone fire and blunt scolding from their parents. When Prom came around Crystal was able to go with both Jojo and Jordan, both at her local high school and one far from her reach. Jojo had developed an on going crush on Crystal and did little to hide it from her. Constantly swooning for her, leaving her loving messages and showering her with compliments - all ending in a fitful rage from Crystal.
Her mother had raised a trust fund for Crystal so she could go to college, and ensured her daughter's safety for if (or when considering Crystal's background) she was no longer able to care for her beloved daughter. Crystal was treated like a Princess by her mother, a Queen by JoJo, a best friend by Jordan, and something to be scared of by Alex and Wyatt. She always received the highest of praise from her mother, and her mother attempted to socialize her daughter in hopes to calm the uncontrollable temper Crystal was known to have, by showing her the many different kinds of people there were in the world. This included Beauty Contests where Crystal would be primed and propped up like a China Doll, Political events where Crystal would meet people who would consider her something far worse than what she was. She was a Debutant, came out in plays in her high school, did track, horse back riding, all because her mother wanted her to know how it was to be loved, smiled at, and told how lovely she was. Crystal threw temper tantrums when she was younger, and now settled with rather menacing glares at any one who decided to question her - or anything about her.
Crystal was 5 when a boy pointed at her hands and said "Ugly". She was 9 when a group of men appeared outside her school and asked to speak with her, but she screamed and ran in the opposite direction. She was 13 when she came home to find her mother in shambles, sobbing in the kitchen. Crystal never knew about where she came from, or why her grandfather's last name was McChinney and her mother's wasn't until she met up with a woman named Emma Dubou at her Debutant Fashion Show. Emma was adamant about speaking with Crystal more, and Crystal wanted nothing to do with her. At home Crystal mentioned the name to her mother, who looked suddenly pale and it was then that Crystal was informed about only half of her background. Her mother had been a Marine, Crystal never knew, though it did explain her mother’s strange obsession with guns. Her mother's last name was NOT Walbrow. It was her grandmother's, and the reason why was not told to Crystal just yet. She had to work to get the rest of her mother’s information. It wasn’t because her mother didn’t trust Crystal with all of the information, Margery simply wished for her daughter to become more mature before finding out the rest of what she was supposed to be before Margery escaped with her, and Margery made sure that her daughter knew what her mother never wanted her to become. Crystal’s mother was adamant that Crystal understood the reason she never told her about everything she had done to make sure Crystal remained in her perfect little life. How the moving down south wasn’t just for convenience and wasn’t as convenient as Crystal had once thought. Her mother faked her death for Crystal, changed her life completely for Crystal, started from scratch for Crystal and now was slowly giving Crystal all the information she needed to find out more about herself. What she was supposed to be and that the decision was now Crystal’s to make. If she wanted to know who her father was, where she came from, and the reason for her creation; Crystal only needed to follow her mother’s clues and it would be revealed with Crystal’s own tenacious curiosity.
Powers: Regenerative Property; Crystal regerative property is about three mili-seconds slower than Victor’s, which means she does heal quickly, but not as quickly as other’s with a healing factor might. Depending on the injury she’ll be able to heal from it enough to run away, and will feel it long enough to complain about how much it hurts to get a paper cut. Crystal is able to grow limbs she may lose, however, this process is complicated; back to biology everyone! Say she lost a hand, Crystal’s hand would look like an odd little white bump of cartilage, before it forms the various veins and nerve endings that form within the bone, before the bone grows from the cartilage; followed by this her muscles then her nerve endings. This also comes with extreme sensitivity to the limb for about 3-4 hours after the said limb is lost. Any extreme gashes done to her body last long enough for her to remember never to have that happen again, same goes with bullet wounds, basically meaning that when she does heal quickly, but her nerves are extremely sensitive for a while afterwards.
Heightened senses; Crystal can hear a mouse skitter and squeak through the wall, smell what is it you have hiding in your purse, or when you’re getting stressed out, or when you’re excited. She can smell human, plant, and animal pheromones. This means extremely strong scents like that given by an onion, or ammonia, or Clorox make Crystal do more than just plug up her nose. They physically hurt her nose and senses. Normal people get headaches, Crystal can be physically debilitated from extremely strong scents. A cat can feel the vibrations of something on the floor, so can Crystal with she is barefoot or holding her hand against a wall or floor. This means things that are a little hot to a normal person are very hot to Crystal.
Speed; Crystal can run up to 75 miles per hour, which is about the same speed as a cheetah. This is also in reference to her reflexes, she is very quick to catch, move, and dodge whatever she can see. She basically has the reflexes of a cat, so yes, she does miss and lands on her back rather than her feet sometimes. Crystal can push herself to run, maybe, up to 80-85 miles per hour, but can only keep that up for a short period of time. Any long than 30-40 seconds she can fry brain cells, and over heat. After hitting that high 80 number she does have to stop and cool down, which involves a lot of panting and swearing about how she probably shouldn’t have done that.
Retractable Claws; Crystal grows out her “nails” and so they appear to be at the same length as they would be extended. They grow slightly longer, though not by much, when they extend because she lets them grow normally. She does trim, file, and take very good care of her claws; so them extending gives them a very vicious witch like appearance. What happens to a cat when you don’t trip their nails, they can leave very deep scratches in you. The only reason Crystal’s claws are as thick and strong as they are is because of how much care she takes in making them look and be as healthy as possible. If a person where to apply as much meticulous care into their nails as Crystal does, they too would have trouble cutting their nails with a normal nail clipper. Her claws are naturally grown out, and when extended they curl and can leave rather nasty gashes in someone, just like a feral cat’s claws would in a normal person. They are always exposed, but can grow longer, though not as dramatic as Death Strike’s.
Strength; Crystal does have an abnormal amount of strength for her size, but in comparison to the others in her family it really isn’t much. In comparison to Victor, Crystal cannot rip a car’s door off, but she can pry it open with both hands. She can rip off a person’s head, but she needs both hands to do that. She does have a lot of strength for her size, but not super woman kind of strength. She can pull muscles, and can break bones if she pushes herself too much.
Abilities:
Flexible; Crystal is very flexible, and can dislocate certain joints like a cat can. Not to say that she’s Gumbi and can bend in odd and interesting ways, but is more flexible than the average person. Capable of pushing her way through an air vent that would fit a large child, or twisting her arm in a way that would cause most people to squeak in pain. Added into her healing factor, dislocating for a normal person would cause much more strain on them than her. So for a brief moment of pain, Crystal’s ligaments do not stretch to irreparable lengths and fix themselves.
Very quite; She’s remarkably silent when she doesn’t feel the need to inform people about how stupid they are to her. Again if she doesn’t have anything to say she won’t. She’s capable of walking in heels without making too much noise and can stand in a room and be unnoticed for a very, very long time. She can be disturbingly quiet, and might make some people feel uncomfortable because she can go for hours, days, weeks, and maybe even months without saying a word if the situation around her is comfortable enough for her. While she does tend to call attention to herself, she is very good at going unnoticed.
Dancing. Because of dancing Crystal knows what her body can do fairly well. She has been taught to control her balance through dance, and so doesn’t suffer like most girls do when they put on a new pair of heels. In fact she loves heels and shoes in general. Dance has also taught her how to control what her body can do without causing damage to other things, herself, or other people. However, since she taught herself how to control her body so much - its very hard for her to lose that control, because she doesn’t know what will happen if she does let her feral abilities over power what she’s been taught; she might
Cook; Crystal loves cooking, and baking. She experiments with anything she can get her hands on in the kitchen, and has a knack for making more good than bad. Though if she does make something bad she takes note of what she did bad and makes sure never to do that again. Crystal can spend hours cooking and backing in the kitchen, and it is one of the times when she is the most happy. She especially enjoys watching people eat her food and like it.
First-person example:
I do remember the people who didn’t like me. I remember their faces, some of their names, and when it happened. I was five when a boy in my class pointed at me and called me ugly because I had only one parent, and for what I was. I was eight when my teacher refused to teach me because I am what I am. I was in Middle School when rumors spread saying that I had a tail, but cut it off with my own claws because I didn’t like. In High School, I was assumed a slut because I was different from other girls. For as long as I could remember I was - a little different, but for some reason it never really stuck in my mind that I was that different.
My mother always told me that I was beautiful. That there was nothing wrong with me, and that I would only get more beautiful as I got older. But sometimes - I catch myself look at the mirror and wonder if she was just lying to make me feel better... Or if she really meant it.
As I got older, I realized more and more just how different I really was from the other people, students, around me. That no matter what anyone called me, it still hurt. Mutant. Special. Feral. I wish I could just be called by my name rather than get slapped with some kind of label that makes me feel like I ride the short bus, or - need a warning label. With the way some people look at me, I feel like I should be put on display. The Feral Girl. Look at her claws, and tease her about her ears. Everyone else does. So, why don’t you?
I don’t want to be known for just my mutation. I don’t want to be just another feral. I want to be something more, but - I don’t know how. I don’t get along with other mutants because I know what it’s like to have more people like you than hate you. I don’t get along with humans because of my claws, ears, and teeth.
I’m not just a mutant, and I’m not just a feral. I want to be something more than that.
Third person example:
The thrill of a run made the stress of her day melt away into nothing. It blurred past her like the bushes and trees she sprinted past with ease. Her feet thumped against the ground like her heart in her chest, in her ears, in her finger tips and nerves. It was a rhythm that not even drums could mimic, no tribal beat would ever be able to replace, and no drink or dance could match. This feeling. The feeling she felt when she got out of the four walls in her school, out of her mother’s watchful eye, and away from the scrutinizing stares of her peers - to run.
Not just a run in the city that was still too confined for her liking. It was a run out in the open. Somewhere where she wouldn’t run into another person to distract her or agitate her. A place where she could run on all fours, and go as fast as she could without worrying about who or what she’d run into. After a week of watching people watching her, and trying to whisper quietly to each other about the girl with the claws; a nice long run made all the disgust she felt in her stomach melt away.
Two legs descended onto hands and feet the faster she ran through trees and over bushes. She raced across the dirt, using her claws to dig deep into the earth and kick herself forward like a cheetah after its prey. The wind whistled past her ears, causing an excited trill to race through her nerves and pushed her forward. Faster and faster until her lungs burned and her body felt like it was on fire. The faces of her day that made it so much longer burned away and turned into the dirt she kicked up with her claws, and the bark she ripped from the trees.
Faster still. She could do better. Up a tree without even thinking and leaping from one trunk to the other. Back and forth between branches and tree trunks, then back onto the earth to race along it and scare nesting birds picking at twigs and beetles. Her mind ran clear, her lungs burned, her heart raced in her chest; pounding against her rib cage. Then suddenly - an end. An end to the trees, bushes, dirt and animals. Asphalt. Black, jagged, and hot against her palms. It startled her and she dug her claws into it to force herself to a stop.
A road? Where had that come from? Her body screamed with heat as it forced itself to cool down, sweat dripped down the side of her face. Slowly her eyes focused back onto the world around her, blurred from the sudden overwhelming heat she forced onto it. A road. The sudden bombardment of humanity reminded Crystal that she wasn’t yet allowed to forget what she had to do. Examining her watch, still panting from her sprint, a growl escaped her lips.
It was time to go back home. At least she got to travel back through the woods she tripped from.
Why does the mod have an obsession with the number two?: Mod likes Golden Age Comics and I want a red polka dot lampshade for it. :]