Framing A Moose

Legends of Carnation Island (SHELVED)

Hey y'all! I'm not sure if you remember me, but I participated in some of your guys' short-lived Aces High roleplay a couple years back. Anyhow, I'm super interested in doing a roleplay with y'all, since you were all so talented back then! I have a character concept in mind, if y'all are still accepting. (I know the Apply tag is green, but I thought I'd ask just to be sure).

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Agent Waverley Watts - Feedback

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Location: The Palace
Skills:

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Agent Watts stood amongst her colleagues in that small room, her eyes glued down on the large laid out map of the palace. Her lips were curved down in a small, serious frown as her eyes scanned the drawn out geography before her. Her posture was militant, standing completely straight, without any sort of hunching over or shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her hands held onto one another behind her back, causing her unbuttoned suit jacket to occasionally bristle and reveal a hint of some sort of handgun in a chest holster. Her dyed purple hair was slicked back into a tight bun on the back of her head with an abundant amount of product that caused it to shine slightly when hit by light.

“There are a few things I could do,” she said, her eyes flicking up to Sapphire. ”I could stand guard at the execution site and see if I can intercept any communications that might go on within the crowd. I could also patrol the perimeter, and see if I pick up anything there,” She began, before glancing back down at the map for a moment. “Alternatively, I could instead use our drones to get a bird’s eye view of the area. In fact, I could do that while standing guard at the execution site, but my focus would be on keeping the drones in the air,” She then looked back up to her superior. “What will it be, Agent Clarke?”

The Gifted - Concluded

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Waverley Watts - Feedback

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Location: Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station (G6 -> I6)
Skills:Hide

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As Waverley maintained eye contact with the young man on the other side of their little line, discussing a possible plan, a bright flash of light exploded closer to her, causing her to flinch and step back, covering her eyes with her arm. When she pulled her arm away, she found in front of her the blonde woman in an offensive stance, with the long haired young man laying flat on his back, looking as though he’d stuck a fork into a power outlet. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened, and, as such, Waverley decided it’d be best to take a step back away from the blonde before turning her attention back to the strategist on the other end of the rope.

His eyes seemed to brighten with a new idea, which both interested and concerned Waverley. When he announced his change of plans, she tilted her head, awaiting what he had to say with only slight concern. That concern drastically heightened, however, when she heard her role in the plan. Her eyes widened, and she tilted her head in confusion.

“Top 40?” She questioned, before her eyes lit up with realization. “No, that was a j-...” as she began to speak, her voice, which was already somewhat quiet, trailed off. She knew that this wasn’t a plan that should be put into action without them knowing her power wasn’t going to be much help, but with their strategist speaking with such passion and excitement, she was anxious about the idea of interrupting. She kept opening her mouth to speak, but she never deemed it a good time, and, as such, didn’t speak. But by the time that he was done, the plan was already pushed into motion, with the girl, Leighton she heard their strategist call her, was already moving into place. Having to follow either her or Sparky, she didn’t want to be stuck with the one who’d accidentally fried one of her teammates. So she took a few steps to her right, almost mirroring the steps Leighton had taken. She watched the stylish girl, unsure of how exactly to help, before her eyes shifted to look at a pillar right next to her. She wasn’t going to be a very good distraction...but maybe she could do something else. She carefully slinked behind the pillar, her back to it, listening for any signs of action.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Waverley Watts - Feedback

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Location: Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station (G6)
Skills: Radio Wave Manipulation, Bribery, Perception

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Waverley let out a sigh when Colossus seemed to brush off her hesitation, taking it as a sign that there wasn’t anyway she was getting out of this training exercise. Her shoulders dropped, and her face turned from one of concern to one of mostly concern with a hint of analysis. Without really any offensive experience or power capabilities, fighting harder was out of the question. So maybe she could fight smarter.

She turned her head to her right to see what the others were doing. Most of them seemed to be doing what she was doing: trying to figure out a way passed the giant metal man in front of them. But among the group, one stepped forward over the rope: a stylishly dressed, raven-haired young woman in what could only be described as some sort of flannel hoody dress. Her steps were accompanied by the sound of heels clicking upon the ground, not at all faltering or wavering. Waverley’s gaze followed her forward, intently watching her as she stopped and raised her hands. When the floor began to freeze over, Waverley’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and a wide goofy grin took residence on her face. She was sure the woman would get to the bell, though that certainty dropped slightly when Colossus didn’t slip on the ice. When the woman attempted to slide between Colossus’ legs, but was instead tossed back to the edge of her ice, Waverley’s grin fell into a still somewhat impressed half smile.

“For what it’s worth, you looked really cool!” She called out to the woman with her hand cupped next to her mouth, the pun not at all intended. Almost immediately after her comment, she heard a voice begin to speak a few yards away. She turned to the voice, to see it was coming from what she assumed some would consider an attractive young man on the far side of the rope. His voice was lowered, but not so much so that she couldn’t hear him describe his plan. Waverley’s brow furrowed, and she shook her head.

“Haven’t you seen Kill Bill? Or any martial arts movie? It doesn’t matter if we have the numbers. He’s Uma Thurman, we’re the nameless grunts,” she whispered, loud enough for the small group behind the rope to hear. Her eyes flicked between the man who spoke, the long-haired guy next to him, and the woman closest to Waverley, who kind of looked like Veronica Mars raided Joan Jett’s closet. Her eyes ended, though, on Negasonic, leaning against the wall. “Hold on...I might have a better idea...” she said, her fingers rising up to her temples. It didn’t actually help her powers to do that, but it always made her feel cool. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on some fixed point across the room. She looked completely focused, preparing for something big.

‘Can you pwease ring the bell? I’ll give you $5 UwU,’ she sent out Negasonic’s phone. She shot a glance at the girl to see her reaction, and let out a disappointed sigh when the girl shook her head. She turned back to to the man with the plan and shrugged.

“Alright, I’m in for Operation Cannon Fodder, but I’m not attacking him. While you guys are going at him, I’ll see if I can get behind him and ring the bell,” Waverley said quietly, her eyes shooting from the pillar next to them to the pillar across from them, and finally to the pillar behind Colossus. If he was distracted, she might be able to run from one pillar to the next, hopefully without getting noticed.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Waverley Watts - Feedback

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Location: Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station
Skills:

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Waverley had never really been prone to sitting up straight. Not in private school, no matter how much her posture was critiqued by her teachers, and not at home during dinner, no matter how many times her father told her to get her elbows off the table. But as she sat in the second story of that abandoned warehouse, staring out between the boards of the boarded up window into the darkness of the night, her back was as straight as any ruler, not even touching the back of the moth-bitten couch she was sitting on.

There was something about the place that made her eager to please, even more so than she usually was. Or perhaps it’d be more accurate to say that the situation she was in made her eager to please. She felt the same way she always imagined her brother felt when their father first started taking him to work, or how her sister felt during her summer internship at that successful law firm. There was a smoldering ball of anxiety in the pit of her stomach, more vibrant than the anxiety that usually accompanied her. But there was also an electric joy coursing through her body, making her mind buzz with excitement. It was a feeling that had been constant upon her joining of the Mutant Underground a week prior, despite the fact that she hadn’t really done much of anything besides her daily training, mostly of her mind and powers.

Waverley’s head twisted away from the window when a voice called out not too far away. As soon as she heard the voice, she recognized it as that of Negasonic Teenage Warhead, her fellow teenage Mutant. One might think that, being so close in age, the two would hit it off. But honestly, Waverley was just terrified of Negasonic. She’d never actually seen Negasonic in action, but in her experience, when people gave as few shits as that girl gave, it was best not to mess with them.

”Should I bring-“ Waverley started, turning her head to her backpack sitting next to her, and placing a hand on it. But when she turned back to Negasonic, she was already walking away. Waverley quickly grabbed the backpack, but didn’t slip it onto her shoulders, instead carrying it by one of the shoulder straps. She followed Negasonic up a set of stairs, where a group of...surprisingly normal-looking people stood, waiting as Colossus finished setting up some sort of training activity. Waverley had sort of been hoping for some sort of introduction to the strangers, but instead, Colossus began to spout orders. Waverley dropped her backpack against the wall and didn’t hesitate to step onto the rope when she was told, but she did it with a look of concern on her face.

”Um...yeah, I don’t think this is really my thing Colossus,” She said, her eyes shifting between him and the small crowd of strangers standing around her. She nervously shifted from foot to foot on top of the rope, unsure of what was expected of her. “Unless you want me to throw, like, a Top 40 radio station at you or something.”

The Gifted - Concluded

@Morose Alright, sounds perfect!

The Gifted - Concluded

Feedback

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Waverley Watts

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Character Summary

Name: Waverley Linn Watts
Aliases: Waves, Feedback
Age: 19
Birthday: February 11th, 2001
Birth Place: Greenbelt, MD
Gender: Female
Powers: Radio Wave Interpretation and Manipulation, Sound Wave Manipulation
Training: WikiHow’s What To Do if You Think You’re a Mutant (proved less than helpful)
Languages: English

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Appearance

Height: 5’6
Weight: 126 Lbs.
Build: Thin
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown and Purple
Skin Tone: Light Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Rose on her chest, Illuminati triangle on middle finger, Foreign script going down her bicep, Pierced ears.
Personal Style: When first coming into the Mutant Underground, she thought of it as a sort of a job, and thus, stuck to wearing professional-looking blouses. But now that she's spent some time in the Underground, she doesn't so much feel the need to impress, and has ditched the blouses for t-shirts, oftentimes nerdy ones. They still tend to be dark in color, though, so that she doesn't stand out too much when she doesn't want to. She still prefers to wear jeans, her worn running shoes, and, if cold, a scarf.

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Psychology

Approachable * Gullible * Friendly * Pushover * Lighthearted * Anxious

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Waverley, despite being a year into her adult life, has yet to figure out how exactly to grow up. She always thought that a few months into being eighteen, she'd at least figure out the pathway to being a stable adult, but that never happened. As such, she feels as though everyone around her knows what they're doing better than she does. So she attempts to find acceptance from her peers through jokes, quips, and being as friendly as she possibly can be at any given moment rather than through actual respect for her adult capabilities. As such, she can be a bit immature, and she doesn't always know when to be serious.

But despite all of her general unease, or perhaps in part because of it, she's relatively good at socializing. Though it's not necessarily on purpose, she's good at making people like her, or at the very least, making people indifferent towards her. It was something she naturally developed in high school, as well as the skill of knowing who to befriend and who to avoid. Both are skills she's found to be just as useful in the real world as they were in high school. But even in making friends, she's still somewhat awkward, often stumbling over her words, and making jokes she doesn't realize that no one will understand.

Habits: Biting things (Earphone wires, erasers, ect.), Coming up with superhero names when bored (no one will ever be able to convince her to say codenames instead of superhero names).
Hobbies: People-watching, video games, and jogging.
Fears:

• Police: If there are police involved, you can be sure that she’ll be watching from a distance.
• Cats: Her family had a mean cat when she was young, and she’s been scared of them since.
• Violent Bigots: Waverley is pretty wary of normal humans, but she tends to be able to keep it pretty well hidden until people start spouting out death threats. That’s when she starts getting freaked out.
• Falling From Heights: This fear was a gift from the ferrokinetic Hellfire Club member known as Polaris, who once sent Waverley one hundred feet in the air via floating automobile. Refusing Polaris' offer to join them in Genosha, Waverley instead threw herself out the car. Luckily a phobia of heights is the only lingering effect of the fall.

Likes:

• Movies
• Dogs
• Coffee
• Chocolate
• Classic Rock
• Watching People Do Art

Dislikes:

• Sketch Comedy
• Dubstep
• School
• Math
• Bugs
• Diet Soda

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Videography
• Knowledge of Police Codes
• Internet Skills
• Perception
• Radio Knowledge
• Pop Culture Knowledge

Combat Skills:

• Running
• Hiding
• Bat/Mallet/Pipe/Stick Combat
• Improvised Weapon

Medical Issues/Injuries:

• Prone to Occasional Panic Attacks

Possessions:

• Clothes: Loose black blouse, light gray jacket, baggie blue jeans, sneakers, belt, and a gray scarf.
• Wallet containing ID, Debit Card, and $47.38
• Video Camera
• Backpack
• Cellphone
• Notebook
• Water Bottle

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History

How did you discover your powers: Waverley has always been a bit embarrassed of her first experience with her powers. She wasn't held at gunpoint. She wasn't tortured by some evil organization. Her life wasn't threatened in any way, shape, or form. It was just a meth addict at the mall. The guy started freaking out, flipping over trashcans, yelling at people, all while Waverley clung to the sleeve of her best friend. A security guard managed to subdue the guy before he did any real damage, but to a sheltered teen, it was enough to kickstart something inside her. When he reported the incident to the rest of the security team, something strange happened; Waverley could hear it. This was particularly strange because the man was on the other side of the food court. And it wasn't like Waverley just heard it. It felt like it went straight into her brain without passing through her ears first.

General History: Waverley's parents were not killed on their way home from the opera. She doesn't have any uncles that could've died to make for a tragic backstory. Her home planet, save for a few melting ice caps, some smog, and a distinct lack of bees, is doing perfectly fine. She wasn't even born on the wrong side of the tracks. Instead, she was born in the pleasant suburban paradise of Greenbelt, Maryland. Her mother was a police officer, stationed over in Washington D.C., and her father was a rather successful businessman who made a profit producing and selling the plastic straws used in restaurants.

Waverley was the middle child, between Sam, her older brother who was groomed from the start to take over their father's business, and her little sister Riley, who, at a young age, showed an aptitude for seemingly everything. When she was young, Waverley and her mother were close, as her father would often spend his time with Sam. But when Riley was born, Waverley had to share the spotlight, the spotlight which was stolen from her completely when Riley began excelling in school. Obviously she wasn't cast out of the family, but of the three children, she was the most average, and therefore the most invisible.

Like all the Watts children, Waverley was thrust into the private school life from a young age, though unlike the other Watts children, the private school life didn't exactly sit well with her. She did fine at first. After all, it is pretty hard to fuck up 2 + 2 = 4. But it wasn't long before she fell behind. She never failed a class (except for Freshman year French, which she doesn't count since she made it up during summer school), but her grades were much lower than either of her siblings ever were. While Sam and Riley were getting straight A's with the occasional B, Waverley was getting straight C's with the occasional B. One aspect of school that she was good at, however, was the socializing. She seemed to be able to walk into a room, and know immediately who to kiss up to, who to talk shit with, and who to ignore. It was the only thing that helped her survive her schooling career.

Unfortunately, social capabilities aren't particularly important to colleges. Of all the big league schools her parents had pushed her to apply to, not a single one got back to her with good news. So she decided she'd take a "break," which is a fancy way of saying she had no idea what to do with herself. But it wasn't long before she found her answer. She'd known about her abilities for a few years, but she'd kept them mainly under wraps. Her parents weren't exactly radicals when it came to Mutants, but when the topic came up at the dinner table, it was never accompanied by kind words. So she thought it would be best to keep her powers to herself, only ever using them to spy on her family's cellphone conversations. But it wasn't until she was out of high school for a few months that she found a use for it.

She was walking home from the minimum wage, two-days-a-week job her parents had urged her to get, listening to some classic rock radio station in her head, another use of her power she'd grown fond of, when it was interrupted by a gruff voice talking about something happening not too far away from where Waverley was walking. She recognized the codes and language used as police lingo, the kind her mother would use on the job. She didn't, however, know what they meant. Out of curiousity, she made a detour, veering towards the location stated by the police frequency she'd picked up. What she found when she turned onto the street, was a pair of police officers, guns drawn, aiming it at a young man with glowing red hands. He looked frightened. Waverley was certain she was about to witness the Mutant get arrested for whatever it is they stopped him for. But instead, when he raised his hands into the air, one of the officers took the shot.

It horrified Waverley. After puking into a nearby trashcan, she started on her journey home, shaking all the while. Once she was home, though, and the terror of seeing a man die had, for the most part, subsided, Waverley began to hatch a plan. She bought a video camera and learned a bit about police codes from her mother, and once she was armed with all the knowledge she needed, she set to the streets. She began spending a lot of time in the city, wandering until she caught wind of some sort of Mutant report. Once she had, she'd follow it. Sometimes it'd be nothing. The police would shake hands with whatever Mutant had been unlawfully reported. But other times, they wouldn't hesitate to shoot down any poor Mutant who even seemed like they were about to use their powers. It was those times that Waverley would record.

She's been doing it for about a year now. She has numerous videos that she's posted on various platforms. Unfortunately, none have seemed to pick up the kind of momentum Waverley hoped they would.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Gotta do the best with what you got, right?"
Theme Song: Good Thing by Barns Courtney
Anything Else: For those of you who aren’t the GM and you’re reading this, I was told to write a couple sentences on why it’s important to post regularly and communicate. I was raised on tabletop RPGs, so I can say that there are a lot of things that online roleplaying has that tabletop games don’t. That said, there are some things that online roleplays lack as well. With Tabletop games, it’s easy to make sure everyone is in the loop, because everyone is actually there. But with online roleplays, it takes a bit more effort to stay on the same page. As such, it’s important for everyone to do their part by staying active and talking to one another. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

And Kitty Pryde, of course.
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Relations: Season 2

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Waverley Watts

"I'm starting to learn that being a hero is more than a cool supersuit and good intentions."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🎆 💙 Veil 💙 🎆
"I would give anything to be like her."

• Waverley idolizes Veil. She's the closest that Waverley's seen to the heroes that she worshiped all her life, even after meeting a couple of those heroes.
• Veil has become Waverley's Mr. Miyagi in the Underground, helping her explore her powers and grow accustomed to her new life. Waverley doesn't exactly understand what she sees in her, but she's just happy to have someone see anything in her.

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🎆 Sapphire 🎆
"An aloof doctor who shows you she cares by acting cold? She's Dr. Perry Cox!"

• Sapphire reminds Waverley of one of those teachers from back in school who's super cold and strict, but still manages to win the admiration of the students.
• Waverley tends to do her best to try to act professional around Sapphire, and usually speaks to her only when spoken to.
• While Waverley is intimidated by Sapphire, she doesn't dislike her. In fact, she has a great amount of respect for her.

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🎆 Spark Plug 🎆
"Everyone who wears a leather jacket is required to be a badass. It's the law."

• Simply put, Waverley thinks Spark Plug is a badass. She can fight, fix a car, shoot motherfucking lightning from her fingertips.
• Despite Waverley's respect for Callie, the two don't have much in common, and thus, don't really have much to talk about.
• Callie has been helping to train Waverley to fight, and while she's been getting better with her rebar, Waves' hand-to-hand work still leaves much to be desired.

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🌓 Caduceus 🌓
"He could be the 21st century Jesus if he really wanted to."

• Waverley is, more than anything, impressed by James' abilities. She believes his power to heal could help a lot of people.
• It's her opinion that, while its convenient to have a healer in the Underground, he shouldn't limit himself to only healing them. He could help a lot of people, and she's not sure its the right move to put him in as much danger as the Underground gets into.

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💙 Sunshine 💙
"I'm making a list of the top 10 essential movies that you need to see...there are 57 on it so far."

• When you live with someone for any amount of time, you either grow to hate them or like them. For Waves and Sunshine, it's the latter.
• Sunshine never knew how to be a kid, and being a kid is one of the only Waverley knows how to do.
• The two girls are so wildly different, but that's seemed to play to their advantage. They've got a lot to teach one another.

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👋 Stretch 👋
"I've never met a real P.I. before. It's kinda cool!"

• Waverley doesn't know Stretch too well. She mainly knows him as Casper's brother.
• She tends to wait until he's not around to try to push Casper to help her.
• He seems nice enough in her opinion, and the two haven't had any altercations as of yet.

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💙 Moonwalker 💙
"It's awesome to have a dork I can dork around with here."

• Hanging out with Cayden makes Waverley feel normal again.
• She doesn't feel the need to impress Cayden, unlike a lot of her other friendships with members of the Underground.

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♨️ 💛 Spirit Box 💛 ♨️
"I just wanna talk to my mom. Is that too much to ask?"

• While she considers Casper to be a friend, their relationship is a bit tense, as she's been pushing him pretty hard to let her talk to her mom.
• Waverley has been asking drug-related questions that seem like they might stretch past casual curiosity.

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🌓 Glimpse 🌓
"I swear I've seen her before..."

• Waverley hasn't yet figured out that Glimpse is related to Captain Britain, but she can't shake the feeling that Glimpse looks familiar.

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👹 👿 Tome 👿 👹
"He's a monster, plain and simple."

• Waverley never really got to know Max before he left. She just knows what he did, and she hates him for it.
• Though she doesn't talk about it, she's happy he left to join the "bad guys". It makes hating him much less complicated.
• Waverley's always been strongly oppose to murder. But when it comes to Tome, she's not so sure.

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The Gifted - Concluded

@Morose Right, my bad. My original plan was to have her be older, so my brain was on two separate wavelengths. But I’m on the same page as...myself now, so I’ll fix it right away!

The Gifted - Concluded

@Morose I was planning on her being pretty wary around humans, but maybe you’re right. It’s probably not a full blown fear, but rather a nagging paranoia.

Edit: Alright, she’s all fixed!

The Gifted - Concluded

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Waverley Watts

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Character Summary

Name: Waverly Linn Watts
Aliases: Waves, Feedback
Age: 19
Birthday: February 11th, 2001
Birth Place: Greenbelt, MD
Gender: Female
Powers: Radio Wave Interpretation and Manipulation
Training: WikiHow’s What To Do if You Think You’re a Mutant (proved less than helpful)
Languages: English

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Appearance

Height: 5’6
Weight: 126 Lbs.
Build: Thin
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown and Purple
Skin Tone: Light Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Rose on her chest, Illuminati triangle on middle finger, Foreign script going down her bicep, Pierced ears.
Personal Style: If someone were to look at Waverly's wardrobe, their first assumption wouldn't be that she was a superhuman radio woman, but rather that she was a depressed French exchange student who was never taught the meaning of the word ‘color’. She tends to wear a combination of different grays and blacks, except for her jeans, which are always blue and slightly baggy. She prefers loose blouses over any other kind of shirt, though she often hides them under an inconspicuous gray hoodie. The only pair of shoes she has is a pair of beat up old running shoes that, despite their apparent age, don't seem to have any holes. Depending on the temperature, Waverly will also sometimes wear a scarf.

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Psychology

Approachable * Gullible * Friendly * Pushover * Lighthearted * Anxious

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Waverly, despite being a year into her adult life, has yet to figure out how exactly to grow up. She always thought that a few months into being eighteen, she'd at least figure out the pathway to being a stable adult, but that never happened. As such, she feels as though everyone around her knows what they're doing better than she does. So she attempts to find acceptance from her peers through jokes, quips, and being as friendly as she possibly can be at any given moment rather than through actual respect for her adult capabilities. As such, she can be a bit immature, and she doesn't always know when to be serious.

But despite all of her general unease, or perhaps in part because of it, she's relatively good at socializing. Though it's not necessarily on purpose, she's good at making people like her, or at the very least, making people indifferent towards her. It was something she naturally developed in high school, as well as the skill of knowing who to befriend and who to avoid. Both are skills she's found to be just as useful in the real world as they were in high school. But even in making friends, she's still somewhat awkward, often stumbling over her words, and making jokes she doesn't realize that no one will understand.

Habits: Biting things (Earphone wires, erasers, ect.), Coming up with superhero names when bored (no one will ever be able to convince her to say codenames instead of superhero names).
Hobbies: People-watching, video games, and jogging.
Fears:

• Police: If there are police involved, you can be sure that she’ll be watching from a distance.
• Cats: Her family had a mean cat when she was young, and she’s been scared of them since.
• Violent Bigots: Waverly is pretty wary of normal humans, but she tends to be able to keep it pretty well hidden until people start spouting out death threats. That’s when she starts getting freaked out.

Likes:

• Movies
• Dogs
• Coffee
• Chocolate
• Classic Rock
• Watching People Do Art

Dislikes:

• Sketch Comedy
• Dubstep
• School
• Math
• Bugs
• Diet Soda

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Videography
• Knowledge of Police Codes
• Internet Skills
• Perception
• Radio Knowledge
• Pop Culture Knowledge

Combat Skills:

• Running
• Hiding

Medical Issues/Injuries:

• Prone to Occasional Panic Attacks

Possessions:

• Clothes: Loose black blouse, light gray jacket, baggie blue jeans, sneakers, belt, and a gray scarf.
• Wallet containing ID, Debit Card, and $47.38
• Video Camera
• Backpack
• Cellphone
• Notebook
• Box of Cheeze-Its
• Water Bottle

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History

How did you discover your powers: Waverly has always been a bit embarrassed of her first experience with her powers. She wasn't held at gunpoint. She wasn't tortured by some evil organization. Her life wasn't threatened in any way, shape, or form. It was just a meth addict at the mall. The guy started freaking out, flipping over trashcans, yelling at people, all while Waverly clung to the sleeve of her best friend. A security guard managed to subdue the guy before he did any real damage, but to a sheltered teen, it was enough to kickstart something inside her. When he reported the incident to the rest of the security team, something strange happened; Waverly could hear it. This was particularly strange because the man was on the other side of the food court. And it wasn't like Waverly just heard it. It felt like it went straight into her brain without passing through her ears first.

General History: Waverly's parents were not killed on their way home from the opera. She doesn't have any uncles that could've died to make for a tragic backstory. Her home planet, save for a few melting ice caps, some smog, and a distinct lack of bees, is doing perfectly fine. She wasn't even born on the wrong side of the tracks. Instead, she was born in the pleasant suburban paradise of Greenbelt, Maryland. Her mother was a police officer, stationed over in Washington D.C., and her father was a rather successful businessman who made a profit producing and selling the plastic straws used in restaurants.

Waverly was the middle child, between Sam, her older brother who was groomed from the start to take over their father's business, and her little sister Riley, who, at a young age, showed an aptitude for seemingly everything. When she was young, Waverly and her mother were close, as her father would often spend his time with Sam. But when Riley was born, Waverly had to share the spotlight, the spotlight which was stolen from her completely when Riley began excelling in school. Obviously she wasn't cast out of the family, but of the three children, she was the most average, and therefore the most invisible.

Like all the Watts children, Waverly was thrust into the private school life from a young age, though unlike the other Watts children, the private school life didn't exactly sit well with her. She did fine at first. After all, it is pretty hard to fuck up 2 + 2 = 4. But it wasn't long before she fell behind. She never failed a class (except for Freshman year French, which she doesn't count since she made it up during summer school), but her grades were much lower than either of her siblings ever were. While Sam and Riley were getting straight A's with the occasional B, Waverly was getting straight C's with the occasional B. One aspect of school that she was good at, however, was the socializing. She seemed to be able to walk into a room, and know immediately who to kiss up to, who to talk shit with, and who to ignore. It was the only thing that helped her survive her schooling career.

Unfortunately, social capabilities aren't particularly important to colleges. Of all the big league schools her parents had pushed her to apply to, not a single one got back to her with good news. So she decided she'd take a "break," which is a fancy way of saying she had no idea what to do with herself. But it wasn't long before she found her answer. She'd known about her abilities for a few years, but she'd kept them mainly under wraps. Her parents weren't exactly radicals when it came to Mutants, but when the topic came up at the dinner table, it was never accompanied by kind words. So she thought it would be best to keep her powers to herself, only ever using them to spy on her family's cellphone conversations. But it wasn't until she was out of high school for a few months that she found a use for it.

She was walking home from the minimum wage, two-days-a-week job her parents had urged her to get, listening to some classic rock radio station in her head, another use of her power she'd grown fond of, when it was interrupted by a gruff voice talking about something happening not too far away from where Waverly was walking. She recognized the codes and language used as police lingo, the kind her mother would use on the job. She didn't, however, know what they meant. Out of curiousity, she made a detour, veering towards the location stated by the police frequency she'd picked up. What she found when she turned onto the street, was a pair of police officers, guns drawn, aiming it at a young man with glowing red hands. He looked frightened. Waverly was certain she was about to witness the Mutant get arrested for whatever it is they stopped him for. But instead, when he raised his hands into the air, one of the officers took the shot.

It horrified Waverly. After puking into a nearby trashcan, she started on her journey home, shaking all the while. Once she was home, though, and the terror of seeing a man die had, for the most part, subsided, Waverly began to hatch a plan. She bought a video camera and learned a bit about police codes from her mother, and once she was armed with all the knowledge she needed, she set to the streets. She began spending a lot of time in the city, wandering until she caught wind of some sort of Mutant report. Once she had, she'd follow it. Sometimes it'd be nothing. The police would shake hands with whatever Mutant had been unlawfully reported. But other times, they wouldn't hesitate to shoot down any poor Mutant who even seemed like they were about to use their powers. It was those times that Waverly would record.

She's been doing it for about a year now. She has numerous videos that she's posted on various platforms. Unfortunately, none have seemed to pick up the kind of momentum Waverly hoped they would.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Gotta do the best with what you got, right?"
Theme Song: Good Thing by Barns Courtney
Anything Else: For those of you who aren’t the GM and you’re reading this, I was told to write a couple sentences on why it’s important to post regularly and communicate. I was raised on tabletop RPGs, so I can say that there are a lot of things that online roleplaying has that tabletop games don’t. That said, there are some things that online roleplays lack as well. With Tabletop games, it’s easy to make sure everyone is in the loop, because everyone is actually there. But with online roleplays, it takes a bit more effort to stay on the same page. As such, it’s important for everyone to do their part by staying active and talking to one another. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

And Kitty Pryde, of course.
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