Post by Lera on Mar 3, 2008 6:29:03 GMT
Name: Lera Jay DeVaux
Codename:
No codename as of yet, does have the nickname of Sparky
Age:13
Mutation:
Lera has the ability to control electricity. From the tiniest amount that runs through the human body to being able to withstand almost 100,000 volts charged into her system. She can create electricity if she has enough energy, the more tired she is the harder it is to create. The down fall is that Lera has very little control over her ability and doesn't like to use it at all, she is afraid of herself. Because of her mutation, Lera's eyes constanly give off a few low amout of electricty. They glow and if she is upset enough, spark. The less energy she has, the duller her eyes. In water Lera is not immune to her own power and could easily kill herself, when she does use her power in water it is entirly uncontroled. (This does not mean she can't shower, she just can't use her power in the shower.)
Physical Description:
Lera is a delicatly built person who stands just shy of 4'10" and weighs in at 95 lbs. Most of the weight she has is muscle and it's easy to see that she underweight. Despite this, Lera has a very beautiful feminine face with large innocent eyes. Her eyes are a light yellow and can appear pure white from a distance. Following this pale trend is her hair, though only 13, Lera's hair is white. Because of these two traits, alone with her light skin, Lera's lips are the most prominate feature on her face. In reality, they are light pink and fit her face but appear much darker than they are. The actual shape of her face is a soft square, sharper than oval but too soft to be square.
Moving down Lera's neck you find a scar under her left ear. It's about two inches long and pops against her skin. Her shoulders are straight and strong. Underneth her shirts you find a knife scar to the belly. It's been long healed and doesn't bug her anymore. Skinny hips and legs finish off her look. Lera is a flat child, she has almost no curve and if it weren't for her girlish face could pass as a boy.
Lera has a street like fashion. Mostly clothes that are too big and are patched. She does wear a pair of badly scuffed black combat boots and a black zip up hoodie almost everyday. Lera doesn't wear any jewelry, have any peircings, or have any tattoos.
Personality:
Lera's a fighter and has a strong personality for those who can break through her shell. Upon first introductions, Lera is a nervous reck of a teen who doesn't really know where she's going. Her true feelings come out when someone tries to push her in a certain direction. Once she has decided she is loyal to something Lera will not let the person or team be hurt if there is someway to prevent it. Regardless, she has been traumatized and it does show.
Lera is a lesbian. She tends to be untrusting towards males in general and is very uncomfortable around them. If she does get close to a male it takes her a long time and even then she almost expects them to turn on her.
Background:
Lera was born in New York and grew up in the big city. She was marked a mutant at birth because of her hair and eyes. The only person that ever seemed to accept her was her older brother, James. Their parents abused both children though were more physical with Lera and let her know that she was a flithy mutant. Still, there were rayes of sun in Lera's life until she turned elevan.
At elevan, Lera's father took the next step and began to molest her. During the same few months, James left for college. He returned home changed and told Lera that their parents were right, she was a filthy abomination. Taking the first step of her own life, Lera packed a few clothes and left. She never looked back and is glad for it.
Living on the streets was impossible for an elevan year old girl, at least, if she was alone. A little less than two months after she left her home, Lera joined a gang called Black Bloods. The older kids cared for the younger and taught them to fight. Lera soaked up the family like structure and learned many arts, including: street fighting, pick pocketing, first aid, and weapons. She can shoot almost any gun and knows how to care for knives and other various weapons.
When Lera turned thirteen her powers manifested. In a gang fight Lera was taken by an opposing gang. One of the members was raping her when she felt a great power stir within her. Without knowing what she was doing, Lera killed the prepertrator. Most of her gang was killed in the fight so she began to look for another place to live. Lera found out about Xaiver's through word of mouth and is considering going there but isn't sure she would be accepted on account of her being a murderer.
Current Affiliation
Unaffiliated as of right now but wants to become part of the X-Men later on.
Sample:
Lera felt the tears cutting down her face, sparks dancing over them. It stung but was nothing to the pain she felt was digging out her heart. Her home lay before her in ruins, dead bodies still tossed about like rag dolls.
Before her the alley was stank like death. It choked the teen but she couldn't turn away. Carefully, Lera picked her way to her bed. The ratty sleeping bag was bloodied and upon it was Dominic. His hand was curled around Lera's 11" knife, eyes glossed over with his face pulled in a silent scream. "Dom..." Lera sobbed and knelt to her fallen friend.
Dominic had cared for her, taught her how to fight, had given her a life in the Black Bloods. She still hear him scream her name as she was carried off. That seemed like years ago but was really les than 24 hours before. He had screamed her real name, Lera, and then shouted, "Sparky!"
Gently taking the knife from his hand, Lera cleaned it on the once blue sleeping bag. She rolled him so he was entirly on his back and shut his dark eyes. "I'm sorry. Sorry I couldn't save you, Dom, I'm so sorry." she sobbed as she pushed herself into his chest.
Minutes passed before Lera pulled herself back into a sitting position. There was a reason she had come back, she needed supplies. Needed to find Veronica.
Veronica, for the last year she had been Lera's life. They spent every waking moment together. Even Dominic admitted that he didn't know Lera as well as Veronica did. No one minded the relationship the two shared and it flourished. Once Lera had become comfortable the two got physical but never made love. Veronica had told Lera that it would be her thirteenth birthday present.
Today Lera turned thirteen but there would be no love made. Veronica was slumped against the wall, blue eyes staring into nothing. Half of her head was missing but Lera didn't care as she fell to her knees in front of the figure. Unwilling to cope, Lera tightly shut her eyes. Power jumped to her fingers and she released it.
Sparks flew every where as Lera screamed out her pain. Brunt flesh opposed her nostrils but she didn't stop. Sirens reached her ears and came closer. Lera stood, anger still surging through her and power destroying most of her surroundings, she looked around to find most things beyond repair. Uncareing to the police coming ever closer, Lera walked out of the alley, stopping only to pick up her kinfe.
The metal glowed red, insinerating the blood from it and the past it held.
Codename:
No codename as of yet, does have the nickname of Sparky
Age:13
Mutation:
Lera has the ability to control electricity. From the tiniest amount that runs through the human body to being able to withstand almost 100,000 volts charged into her system. She can create electricity if she has enough energy, the more tired she is the harder it is to create. The down fall is that Lera has very little control over her ability and doesn't like to use it at all, she is afraid of herself. Because of her mutation, Lera's eyes constanly give off a few low amout of electricty. They glow and if she is upset enough, spark. The less energy she has, the duller her eyes. In water Lera is not immune to her own power and could easily kill herself, when she does use her power in water it is entirly uncontroled. (This does not mean she can't shower, she just can't use her power in the shower.)
Physical Description:
Lera is a delicatly built person who stands just shy of 4'10" and weighs in at 95 lbs. Most of the weight she has is muscle and it's easy to see that she underweight. Despite this, Lera has a very beautiful feminine face with large innocent eyes. Her eyes are a light yellow and can appear pure white from a distance. Following this pale trend is her hair, though only 13, Lera's hair is white. Because of these two traits, alone with her light skin, Lera's lips are the most prominate feature on her face. In reality, they are light pink and fit her face but appear much darker than they are. The actual shape of her face is a soft square, sharper than oval but too soft to be square.
Moving down Lera's neck you find a scar under her left ear. It's about two inches long and pops against her skin. Her shoulders are straight and strong. Underneth her shirts you find a knife scar to the belly. It's been long healed and doesn't bug her anymore. Skinny hips and legs finish off her look. Lera is a flat child, she has almost no curve and if it weren't for her girlish face could pass as a boy.
Lera has a street like fashion. Mostly clothes that are too big and are patched. She does wear a pair of badly scuffed black combat boots and a black zip up hoodie almost everyday. Lera doesn't wear any jewelry, have any peircings, or have any tattoos.
Personality:
Lera's a fighter and has a strong personality for those who can break through her shell. Upon first introductions, Lera is a nervous reck of a teen who doesn't really know where she's going. Her true feelings come out when someone tries to push her in a certain direction. Once she has decided she is loyal to something Lera will not let the person or team be hurt if there is someway to prevent it. Regardless, she has been traumatized and it does show.
Lera is a lesbian. She tends to be untrusting towards males in general and is very uncomfortable around them. If she does get close to a male it takes her a long time and even then she almost expects them to turn on her.
Background:
Lera was born in New York and grew up in the big city. She was marked a mutant at birth because of her hair and eyes. The only person that ever seemed to accept her was her older brother, James. Their parents abused both children though were more physical with Lera and let her know that she was a flithy mutant. Still, there were rayes of sun in Lera's life until she turned elevan.
At elevan, Lera's father took the next step and began to molest her. During the same few months, James left for college. He returned home changed and told Lera that their parents were right, she was a filthy abomination. Taking the first step of her own life, Lera packed a few clothes and left. She never looked back and is glad for it.
Living on the streets was impossible for an elevan year old girl, at least, if she was alone. A little less than two months after she left her home, Lera joined a gang called Black Bloods. The older kids cared for the younger and taught them to fight. Lera soaked up the family like structure and learned many arts, including: street fighting, pick pocketing, first aid, and weapons. She can shoot almost any gun and knows how to care for knives and other various weapons.
When Lera turned thirteen her powers manifested. In a gang fight Lera was taken by an opposing gang. One of the members was raping her when she felt a great power stir within her. Without knowing what she was doing, Lera killed the prepertrator. Most of her gang was killed in the fight so she began to look for another place to live. Lera found out about Xaiver's through word of mouth and is considering going there but isn't sure she would be accepted on account of her being a murderer.
Current Affiliation
Unaffiliated as of right now but wants to become part of the X-Men later on.
Sample:
Lera felt the tears cutting down her face, sparks dancing over them. It stung but was nothing to the pain she felt was digging out her heart. Her home lay before her in ruins, dead bodies still tossed about like rag dolls.
Before her the alley was stank like death. It choked the teen but she couldn't turn away. Carefully, Lera picked her way to her bed. The ratty sleeping bag was bloodied and upon it was Dominic. His hand was curled around Lera's 11" knife, eyes glossed over with his face pulled in a silent scream. "Dom..." Lera sobbed and knelt to her fallen friend.
Dominic had cared for her, taught her how to fight, had given her a life in the Black Bloods. She still hear him scream her name as she was carried off. That seemed like years ago but was really les than 24 hours before. He had screamed her real name, Lera, and then shouted, "Sparky!"
Gently taking the knife from his hand, Lera cleaned it on the once blue sleeping bag. She rolled him so he was entirly on his back and shut his dark eyes. "I'm sorry. Sorry I couldn't save you, Dom, I'm so sorry." she sobbed as she pushed herself into his chest.
Minutes passed before Lera pulled herself back into a sitting position. There was a reason she had come back, she needed supplies. Needed to find Veronica.
Veronica, for the last year she had been Lera's life. They spent every waking moment together. Even Dominic admitted that he didn't know Lera as well as Veronica did. No one minded the relationship the two shared and it flourished. Once Lera had become comfortable the two got physical but never made love. Veronica had told Lera that it would be her thirteenth birthday present.
Today Lera turned thirteen but there would be no love made. Veronica was slumped against the wall, blue eyes staring into nothing. Half of her head was missing but Lera didn't care as she fell to her knees in front of the figure. Unwilling to cope, Lera tightly shut her eyes. Power jumped to her fingers and she released it.
Sparks flew every where as Lera screamed out her pain. Brunt flesh opposed her nostrils but she didn't stop. Sirens reached her ears and came closer. Lera stood, anger still surging through her and power destroying most of her surroundings, she looked around to find most things beyond repair. Uncareing to the police coming ever closer, Lera walked out of the alley, stopping only to pick up her kinfe.
The metal glowed red, insinerating the blood from it and the past it held.
