Name:	Nicole “Tennessee” Woods
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: 

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Natalie Portman

Personality: Tennessee was what one would have considered the quintessential good girl. Even from miserable beginnings, she dug herself up and had to decide what sort of person she was going to be. At different times in her life, she tried to fit other molds, but she just didn't belong there. She was too caring to pretend like she wasn't. So, she was a smart ass, but concerned with morality and moving beyond what she'd seen. At heart, she just wanted to live in peace and contentment, and for the people who seemed diametrically opposed to those very simple desires to kindly piss off. Simple pleasures.

For the past few years, Tennessee had become more and more interested in the philosophy of Buddhism and finding her own inner peace. That's not to say she was as restrained as a monk or as flambuoyant as a new age artist deciding to paint using their own naked body as opposed to brushes (not that there's anything wrong with that, assuming the artist is hygenic). It does mean, however, that she had become a pacifist in that time... a worldview that really does not mesh well with her current circumstances, where it's everyone for themselves.

Ability: Nicole gained control over the dead. She has the ability to animate corpses, to peruse their senses, and even use the abilities of the fallen. Initially, she can animate a limited number of the undead. Starting out, she can animate about 5 human bodies at a time, perhaps a few more if they're children, much more if they're small animals. While she can animate these bodies using normal human abilities and motion, however, it takes far more concentration to animate a body with super powers. She can only utilize the body's abilities to the extent of her own power level (meaning if she found the corpse of a very powerful telekinetic but was still at her newly awakened state, she could only operate that corpse to the same capacity it could have at its newly awakened state). She also loses capacity to control other corpses while she does so. If the corpse or corpses that she controls are decapitated or damaged beyond function, at this stage, she is unable to mend or salvage them.

Background: Nicole was born and raised in the southern United States, specifically Tennessee, and this was especially noticeable in her southern drawl. She had a rough upbringing but placed an importance on her education despite it. She was studying abroad in London and living with flatmates (who had affectionately nicknamed her “Tennessee” because of her dialect).

March 1st seemed rather uneventful. It began around 12:00 with Tennesee and her roommates, Danica and Sarah, waking to what sounded like distant thunder. They went about their day and talked amongst themselves, laughing and having conversations about whatever came to mind for about the first 30 minutes or so, until Danica pointed out that a huge mob of people were running through the streets, which were jammed with traffic at a standstill, and even those drivers were sometimes abandoning their cars to run. The three of them watched this river of people, speculating as to why they were fleeing as they were. The booms of thunder were growing louder, or so it seemed, and Tennessee commented that it sounded more like the cannon fire she'd heard at civil war re-enactments near her hometown.

The three of them saw a man crawling alongside building facades, watching the crowd. He was crawling sideways, like one might have imagined Spiderman doing, and they watched and pointed at him. Then he jumped a pedestrian and they lost him behind the cover of a van. They were all alarmed, of course, and trying in vain to call emergency services, when the man emerged from behind the van holding a blood and dismantled torso... and with additional limbs attached to his own body. They all screamed, of course, and were between panicking and tears at the surrealism. The booms got louder, and they lost their humanoid in the throngs of people. The booms stopped for a time, then abruptly the van in front of the building exploded into fire and shrapnel. The booms were coming from a man hurling vehicle-sized fireballs at anything and everything in his path, with a wicked grin from ear-to-ear. He then started in on the buildings, throwing fire and torching everything he passed. That was when the three of them ran and took to the back stairs, as far away from him as that could get.

Sarah and Danica, while panicking and scared and even crying at times, were, thankfully, not freezing up in the situation. They stuck together and kept to the alleys behind their building. They weren't eager to join the mob and be preyed upon. Of the three, though, Tennessee had this feeling of... otherness, for lack of a better word, that she attributed to shock. She became more and more aware of it as they traveled together, this feeling that something was off, this awareness of things that she shouldn't have felt aware of. She was seeing flashes of things that weren't within her own field of vision, feeling sensations that didn't belong to her own body, and they were only getting stronger and more numerous as the carnage continued.

It was only when the three of them found themselves face-to-face with a strangely vacant-looking young man that she would realize what was happening. He looked at them at first, then he was gone in an instant. They were all afraid, of course, but all he'd done was disappear before their eyes. It was the most present and tangible silence Tennessee had ever experienced in the seconds that followed. What happened next was that Danica's head twisted and cracked at an unnatural angle, and she and Sarah began to run together. Tennessee felt a smashing blow to the back of her head and hit the ground hard. It was hard for her to rouse herself, but she caught sight of Sarah struggling and fighting against seemingly nothing as her buttoned shirt was being torn down the front. It was apparent that the being they'd seen was invisible. The thing is, Tennessee was still face down on the cement. The eyes she looked through were not her own... but Danica's.

She moved through Danica's limbs, stretching out this body that wasn't damaged and letting her own safely lie still as if dead. She picked her up as silently as she could and moved the damaged neck around, aware of limitations in its range of motion that she should not have had. All at once, she threw all of Danica's weight at the nothingness that was stripping Sarah on the pavement. She felt the force of impact with the body and wrapped her arms around it with Danica's body, even as she began to move her own. Danica's body clamped her legs and arms around him, and there was a sort of shimmer where he was, like heat coming off of the pavement. Danica jolted her head forward and bit into the side of the invisible man's neck, forcing her jaws closed with all the pressure she was capable of. Blood spurted out of him and he screamed in pain and anger, and while the corpse struggled against him, Tennessee pulled Sarah to her feet and fled.

Tennessee struggled against the man, watching as he lost concentration and revealed his bloody body, responding to his attacks. He was fighting the corpse, dealing vicious attacks, but neither Danica nor Tennessee felt the pain in Danica's body any longer. She fought him like she had nothing to lose, because she had nothing to lose... Danica was gone. There was only Tennessee, in both bodies, until the invisible man crushed the corpse's head.

Sarah was rattled beyond words, crying and sobbing for both what almost became of her, and her fear of Danica's mobilized corpse. It was then that Tennessee, just as distraught, confessed to her that she was the one steering it. She didn't know how, or why, but she was in tune with all of the corpses in range. She felt like she was slumped against a steering wheel here, or the pressure of being impaled upon a knife there, even the crude pavement between her, as if she had but to get up in numerous bodies. The most sickening fact though was that the sensation was growing with every death, the potential to take control rising with every tragedy. Of the two, Sarah had become Tennessee's good friend... her best friend. They'd shared things about their lives and pasts that none other knew. They'd shared laughter and tears, personal experiences, everything about each other... and in that moment, Sarah looked at her like she was a monster waiting to attack, screaming to be left alone, fleeing from her, and Tennessee didn't give chase... just sort of sank to the pavement and curled it upon herself. Whatever happened... she was going to be facing it alone.

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