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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Jan 6, 2013 13:37:35 GMT -5
This is first and foremost a school. The Basics
Name:Theresa Maeve Rourke Cassidy Codename:Siryn Type of Character: Canon Species: Mutant Play-by or Voice Actor: Deborah Ann Woll Age:16 Gender:f Sexual Preference:bi Height:5'9 Weight:146
Faction: Mass. Academy School Year: junior Occupation:professional con artist and thief
Tough break Scott, doing the school play with pale gloomy and grumpy over there. The Details
Body Type: Theresa wears the map of Ireland on her face. Her long red hair frames lightly freckled porceline skin, huge sea green eyes peer out framed by long dark lashes, and a smile that lights up the room. She has a figure to die for and is athletically toned from gymnastics team in boarding schools.
Wardrobe: tailoredly feminine and sexy, usually green for signature color, small black onyx shamrock pendant around her neck at all times
Costume: Black leather corset and pants, black leather jacket, red piping on cuffs and collar, lots of hidden pockets
Posture: Terry's posture is as mercurial as her moods, so when she feels confident she is dancer ramrod straight, but when she's in a black mood she schlumps over and tries to hide. She's always playing with her red hair, constantly pulling it up and letting ir fall when she is nervous or twirling it between her fingers when she's thinking. Bites her nails when really upset.
Personality: Theresa s the life of the party. She's the first to dance, sing, order body shots, and get you grooving on the floor. Everyone has a good time when Terry's in the room, and no party really starts until she gets there. Her dancing green eyes and flowing red hair make her stand out in a crowd and her infectous smile lights up every room.
On the flip side, Terry can be very mercurial and dark. When she gets into what she calls her "Black Moods" she is ofte likely to snap on people she cares about, or let her caustic Irish tongue get ahead of her and say something she doesn't mean and will later regret. She gets hot tempered very quickly, and is not afraid to scrap in a fight, or to fight dirty. She actually loves her theiving skills, and tries to find excuses to keep them fresh even though she's technically a good guy now.
Nothing is more important to Terry than her family, friends and lovers. When you are counted on Terry's list, you never ger off of it and she will defend or try to save you until the day she dies. At the same time--stay off her bad side. Would YOU want to be on the bad side of a woman who could make you fall in love with her and do anything she wishes just by singing a sweet song in your ear ?
Turn Ons:Good music dancing MEN not boys Women without drama alcohol
Turn Offs:clingy people drama kings and queens visciousness for no reason alcohol to excess bigots of any sort-- Terry is pro life of all kinds
Worst Secret:She vocally compelled the girl who pushed her off the roof of her old boarding school to walk due west until she wore through her shoes and her feet bled. Character Goals: Be a decent person **Two year Goal -get to know her biological father better **Five year Goal - free Tom
So... got any cool powers? Powers and Abilities
Genetic Mutation: Siryn is a second generation mutant and possesses sonic acoustic powers similar to those of her father, Banshee.
Audiokinesis: ability to create various sonic effects through the combined action of her vocal cords and limited psionic powers which can only be used in conjunction with the sounds she produces.
Sonic Scream: Siryn can cause her vocal cords to vibrate over a wide range of sonic frequencies and produce a volume of sound ranging up to at least 140 decibels. Siryn has thus the ability to shatter solid objects with a sonic scream Flight: Siryn can use the sonic vibrations of her scream as a carrier wave. Sonic Lance: By focusing her sonic vibrations while screaming into an intense beam. This is used as a sort of "battering ram" that can stun or even destroy most solid objects. Sonar: can use her sonic powers as a form of sonar. By sending out a precise, pure note and listening to the returning, altered wavefront of the note, she can evaluate her surroundings in total darkness with varying degrees of resolution. Sonic Null Field: can project a field of silence in a area making no sound reach outside the area or no sound outside the area in. Sonic Amplification: can amplify sound carrier waves allowing her to hear conversations or noises from far off. Sonic Shield: can tighten sound waves around herself or others near her, making a barrier against outside attack. Vocal Disorientation: ability to change someone’s balance, by affecting their equilibrium using her sonic scream. Vocal Trance: ability to subtly influence peoples subconscious mind by changing the tones and vibrations of her voice using sonics, the effects tend towards blatant hypnosis Vocal Unconsciousness: ability to affect the fluid in someone’s ear causing the person to go unconscious. Siren's Song: ability to influence human beings with a certain pitch of her voice, causing them to fall in love with her without regard to gender or sexual orientation. Sound Immunity: Siryn's hearing and equilibrium are unaffected by the effects of her scream and similar abilities. Superhuman Vocal Stamina: Her vocal cords are tremendously strong, so that she can produce sonic effects through screaming constantly for hours at a time without noticeably tiring or injuring her vocal apparatus. Siryn’s vocal cords and the interiors of her throat and mouth are also superhumanly tough, so that the intense pressures and constrictions that she produces do not cause her any injury.
Weaknesses: the ability to hear Terry's vocal manipulations is required for Terry to effect you. Should she lose her voice or sustain injuries to her throat she can not produce her sonics. Catching her off guard is pretty effective, as Terry needs to consciously prepare to use her sonics. Her Siryn's Song has a lasting effect, and in mentally unstable people it has led to obsession
Learned Abilities: Terry speaks fluent Gaelic, she has street smarts and fighting skills, can pick a pocket without detection as well as locks, hotwire a car, and disarm minor explosives from her time with her Uncle Black Tom Cassidy
Resources:Access to Black Tom Cassidy's crime ring, syndicate and known associates
Education: a combo of boarding schools and home schooling.
So why not tell them the Truth Charles? The History While Sean Cassidy was working on a deep undercover mission for Interpol, his wife Maeve gave birth to their daughter, Theresa, at Cassidy Keep, County Mayo, Ireland. Not much later, Maeve died in an IRA bombing. With no means to contact Sean, his cousin Tom took care of Theresa. When Sean returned to learn of his wife's death, he was devastated. Before Tom could even tell him of the existence of his daughter, Sean lashed out at Tom with his sonic scream for not having taken better care of Maeve. While Sean flew away in anger, Tom fell into a chasm, breaking his leg as a result of the attack which left him with a limp. Angrily, Tom swore to make Sean pay and vowed to never tell him about his daughter, raising her himself instead.
Theresa was raised as Black Tom's daughter and his apprentice in his criminal activities. Her abilities manifested at puberty, while Theresa was attending an exclusive all girls Catholic Boarding School. Tormented by her peers for her accet as well as her looks and natural charm with members of the opposite sex, as well as the revelation of her bi-sexuality, Terry turned to drink. One night when she was extremly intoxicated Terry found her way up to the rooftop of the school. One of the girls who hated her followed Terry up and pushed her from the roof. Her scream as she fell turned sonic and actually slowed Terry's descent as well as alerting the teachers of the problem. Both girls were expelled, and terry went back on the road with Tom for a few weeks until he threw her into rehab for her own good.
Upon her release from rehab, Terry was thrilled to be reunited with Tom and able to assist him in their "work" again. Theresa accompanied Black Tom and his partner to San Francisco. Using the codename name Siryn she aided them in a theft of vibranium, and battled several of the X-Men. Black Tom was arrested, but he wrote a letter to exhonerate Terry and later one to tell Sean of his daughter, explaining who she was. Emma Frost intercepted Terry's prison transport and brought Theresa back to the Mass Acdemy to reunite with Sean. She is openly sexual, loves to be flattered, and unless Terry gets into one of her "black moods" she stays off the sauce. Currently single, Terry is having a lot of fun with Mr. or Ms. Right Now until Mr. or Ms. Right comes along.
All schools have tests. Sample Post The Breaking of My Heart
If there was a prize for making the worst possible decisions when it came to the safety of her heart, Tabitha would win it every single time hands down. She and Ben had been friends for a year. An ENTIRE year of the two of them looking after each other, feeding, clothing and sheltering one another whenever they could.
She had opened her heart to him, and he'd frozen her out. And even after he had, she'd clung to the tiny hope that someday, maybe he'd realize that the past was behind him. And maybe they couldn't have the life he wanted with Ophelia. Maybe they couldn't have the dream she'd envisioned for them. But they could make it work. Together, they were stronger and safer than they were apart.
But Ben didn't want that. He didn't want her. Tabitha watched as her dream of Benjamin Ferguson ever belonging to her heart and soul flew right out the window at the words he spoke. Half of her was listening intently, the other half was trying to hold hr brave facade together.
. “It’s not that I don’t trust her, or that I don’t still love her…
Ouch. Fucking HELL, that hurt....
He still loved her. He STILL loved her. A full fucking year where the bitch didn't even manage a fucking phone call or a letter saying I'm alive thanks for mourning me, and he STILL fucking LOVED HER!!!!
Where had she been this past year, when Tabitha had been the one to find them both some dinner on the nights when it got too cold out for Ben's particular body temp to function normally? Where was she when Tabitha gave up her only blanket to keep him warm in a snowstorm? When they'd huddled together by the fireplace at the shelter, sharing a bowl of broth because it had been too long for either of them since they'd had a decent meal to be able to stomach anything else.
Had she been warm and snug in some posh apartment, with a handsome stranger in her bed while Tabitha took her clothes off just to get enough money to buy a down coat for Ben from the second hand store?
Oh yes, now that things looked better, of course precious Ophelia would come waltzing back. And Ben still loved her.
He didn't love Tabitha. That much was clear.
A sane person would have told him to take the necklace and shove it up his ass; that if he didn't want her than she didn't want any part of him. Alison would have done that, and Tabitha would have been proud of her for it.
But Tabby wasn't Alison. And she certainly wasn't Ophelia. Sane had never been one of the words used to best describe her either.
Ben had completely missed the point of the story she'd told about the necklace that now lay in the bx in front of her. It wasn't so much about the necklace that replicated a princesses, as it was about working her butt off to get something she wanted that could be just hers and nobody elses. The fact that he'd gone to so much trouble to find the necklace though, was very sweet. So as her eyes filled with tears, that she fought with everything inside of her, Tabitha squeezed Ben's hand tightly.
He still didn't get it though. After what she'd been through--Tabitha couldn't hurt a fly. Look at how she'd just frozen and waited for death the night Sam had rescued her. Violence was not something she was easily comfortable with anymore. Which, for the girl who could blow this man up right this second if she wanted to, was so far beyond ironic it bordered on comical.
"What do you want me to do Benjamin? Hit you? Cut you? Blow you up?" Tabitha's voice was quavery with unshed tears. She had stopped calling him Benji. In the entire year they'd been friends, he'd never been Benjamin. Always Ben at least. Usually Benji when she figured out how much it irritated him. Tabitha felt incredibly proud every time she got away with calling him that--it was like her own little shoplifting version of closeness.
"Ah can't do that anymore. After what Ah went through with Shock and his buddies-- Ah can't hurt a fly. Why do you think Ah froze like an ice sculpture when they found me this last time? Because Ah can't--" She swallowed the lump in her throat and cursed herself for the crack in her voice then.
Tabitha's eyes met his again, and she cringed--seeing her own sapphire blue orbs gazing back. "Hurting you would just hurt me in the long run. Ah'd feel guilty for doing it, and Ah don't have any more room in my baggage fer more guilt. Ask me fer anything else in the world,and Ah'l find a way to buy, steal, or make it fer you. But please--don't ever ask me to urt you. Ah can't do it. And Ah won't." She closed her eyes, as requested and counted. "7...8....9...10" Tabitha opened her eyes.
He was gone.
She'd had a feeling it was going to end this way. The minute he'd mentioned Ophelia, said the words "I still love her", Tabitha knew she didn't stand a chance.
And maybe she never did. Maybe all the time they'd had together--what they'd shared, the feeling she had thought were love and were real and true-- maybe it was all just an illusion.
After all, she had been the one at the St.Regis to ask him to lie to her. All Ben had done was exactly what she'd asked him to do.
Tears threatened again, and she bit down hard on her tongue. No. Not again. Not any more.
She wanted so much to be the better person. To let it go. get over it. Move on, move forward, forget about Ben and what they had meant to each other--if they'd ever meant anything to each other at all.
Right now it seemed perfectly obvious she hadn't meant much more than a few minutes worth of pleasure and a lifetime of regret.
Fine. He didn't want her. NOBODY did. Tabitha was used to being treated like a piece of Kleenex; use once and discard. She didn't need Ben. She didn't need anyone. She was strong, and young and decent looking--men paid good money to get her clothes off. she could toy with any one she wanted to and then throw them away the same way she had been over and over again.
The problem was--Tabitha didn't want to be that cruel. She was tired of cruelty. All she wanted was something simple. Easy. Pure.
She wanted the lie.
Anger swelled in her chest and she fought to swallow it down. but it was too late. Beneath the table, or more precisely the chair that Ben had vacated, a beach ball sized glowing pink sphere materialized, the center a vivid yellow.
Tabitha got up and walked away from the cafe. She walked faster, breaking into a run, dodging tourists. 3....2....1....
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM
The time bomb exploded on the outdoor cafe ad the table and chairs they'd been sitting at were almost instantly incinerated. Tiny whisps of flaked black paint fluttered down on the overly confused patrons.
No one had been hurt. She'd made sure of that. She had that much control over an explosion.
The rest of her life was in debris. But at least she could control the shape and time of an explosion.
Funny how blowing things up always made her feel better.
Only Tabitha didn't necessarily feel better. She had found Ben. And lost him. So she blew the table up.
And all it left her feeling inside was incredibly hollow.
The Player
Your Name: Sandy or Boom RP Experience:tons How did you find us?:magic
The End
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Post by Charles Xavier on Jan 6, 2013 14:02:19 GMT -5
A few minor things that you can take care of. There is maybe a big thing that i need to discuss with my fellow staffies about your history (we have never really said if the X-men have done missions or not)
Body Type- I need this expanded out a bit into a paragraph. Just describe her physical features.
Personality- My only issue is the lack of line breaks. Just space it out and its fine for me.
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Post by Charles Xavier on Jan 6, 2013 23:59:58 GMT -5
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Post by Jean Grey on Jan 7, 2013 3:25:27 GMT -5
Only thing that I want you to add is at least two more turn offs just to flesh it out a bit more. Everything else looks awesome. I can't wait to have her unleash on the academy.
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Jan 7, 2013 19:51:41 GMT -5
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Post by Jean Grey on Jan 7, 2013 20:29:50 GMT -5
*STAMP!*
Please capitalize your display name.
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