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Here are my character sheets. Please let me know if there's anything that needs to be changed.



I shall have two characters up shortly!
I'm very interested in joining in on the fun!

Name: Miranda Averson
Nickname: Mira
Age: 25
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 138
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey
Status: Mutant.
Abilities: Possessing abilities that are in line with telepathic communication, Miranda is a special case within this group of mutants. Miranda has the ability to allow mass telepathic communication amongst those she reaches out to. Essentially she’s a walking walkie-talkie. While two persons doesn’t hinder her performance, the more people she has accessing this ability of hers, the less capable she is in other activities, for she has to focus solely on maintaining the communication webway.

Birth place: Santa Barbara, California

History: Born to a single mother, Miranda learned how to take care of herself at a young age. While her mom was at work, she cooked, cleaned, worked, and attended to her schooling mostly on her own. Realizing the distance that could potentially come between mother and daughter, Miranda’s mother allotted Sunday to spend with her daughter be it a day out or simply staying home and catching up.

As Miranda grew older, she became very aware of the fact that she could communicate with others and even animals. When she told her mother this, her ‘voices’ were thought to be nothing more than symptoms of some foolish psychological disorder. Her mother told her not to bring it up again, and she didn’t. She continued to utilize her ‘gift’ with any organism other than humans for fear of being shamed yet again. For a time, she believed the conversations were all but a figment of her imagination while she attributed her connection with animals as being a animal person. That was until she saw the news about the mutants however.

Out of all the people that could’ve turned her in, it was her mother that drew the attention of the authorities. Taken from her life at a young age, Miranda was placed in a mutant camp where her rights were stripped. Her people were under constant guard while scientist explored and probed them. While the government told the public that their treatment was humane, Miranda saw the concentration camp as a modern day Nazi genocide site. Thus began her hatred for her own race.

When the world drew closer towards the precipice of human induced destruction, the aliens appeared. What started out as wonder turned into horror as the aliens descended from the sky and obliterated humanity’s cities. Nations fell while mutants and normals alike were consumed by the alien war machine. Though Miranda’s distaste for her species outweighed her love for it, for every soul that was lost to the invaders - mutant or normal - Miranda felt a pang of pain. She’d found something else to hate. Her vendetta with the soldiers, the scientists drew to a prolonged hiatus.

Since the world fell, Miranda joined a resistance group that consisted of mutants and normal human beings. Fighting to survive each and everyday, Miranda and the other telepathics freed any crowned human whenever they got the chance.

It was either fight or die. Miranda merely gave the chance to all who were willing. Those unwillingly would rot in the ground soon enough.

Personality: Violent and ruthless in both battle and daily life, Miranda houses very little empathy due to her experiences before the aliens descended from the skies. She harbors a strong hatred for humans though she tries to repress these impulses for her group’s cohesion. Embodying the very phrase of ‘the ends justify the means’, whatever got the job done, she’d do. As long as there was an outlet for her violence, Miranda would be satisfied.

Name: Jamie Hollander
Nickname: Doc, Jamie, Holly, Hollander
Age: 28
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 136
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Status: Mutant.
Abilities: Jamie has the ability to cure many wounds and illnesses at great cost to herself. While having to maintain physical or eye contact with the person who’s afflicted, Jamie has to know what’s wrong with the person before her power allows her to heal them. Her powers working as a healer and a pain mediator, Jamie feels the pain and the effects on the wound on herself. While it’s entirely mental, the repercussions feels all too well.

Birth place: Houston, Texas

History: Born into a conservative family, Jamie grew up in a house of men. While her mother did teach her how a lady was meant to act, her brothers instilled onto her a sense of initiative and strong headiness to always go after what she wanted. Her father taught her that no one was simply going to hand things over freely; the individual had to earn it through their merit. A lesson she’d kept with her throughout her life.

It was during her years in middle school did Jamie discover that she had ‘gifts’. When her friend and she were out exploring a state park trail with their families, Jamie’s friend slipped on a rock and scrapped up her knee pretty bad. With their folks not around, the stress from the event caused her mutant side to emerge. The first contact with the powers was something Jamie remembered vividly. Seeing her friend’s leg stitch up and looked unblemished, Jamie felt the searing pain of sliding against the rocks and injuring her leg. When she looked, however, she saw nothing.

Swearing a pact of secrecy, her friend, Jillian, never revealed her gifts. Jamie wasn’t naive to the fact that something like this could be problematic if people found out. The vow silence wasn’t meant to last.

It was after she finished college, did Jamie see the news about mutants being rounded up all across the country. There were whispers of others like her existing, but she hardly paid attention. She was on her way to medical school, and she had absolutely no ambition to reveal her ‘non-human’ side. The prospect of others knowing and being treated like the mutants getting rounded up terrified her. On top of that, the world regressed into an age of mutual assured destruction. Or what seemed like it. Every country was riled up and aiming their arsenals at one another. Why? Jamie was still trying to figure that one out for herself.

Continuing to normalcy, as if the mutants and the war wasn’t enough, they came. Extraterrestrials. Aliens.

The world powers temporarily forgot their differences and tried to contact the aliens. Inevitably, they sent their arsenal they’d been saving for each other and directed them towards the visitors in the sky. It was a futile attempt. Over the next several years, death came from the sky and swept over all of the countries. Nations fell while millions died.

With infrastructure and order failing, Jamie was forced to flee as she joined a resistance group. Breaking her vow of silence of her mutant status, she continually worked to save those she could while staying alive.

Personality: Jamie is the epitome of a proper country lady. While she was raised outside of the life of a true country born, she isn’t afraid to get down and dirty when needed. She’s very goal oriented and will not stop until she completes her goal. In a way, she’s very much a Type A personality. With those she knows, she assumes a relaxed and playful persona highly uncharacteristic of her typical self.
In The Ice Age 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Hey! Quick question before I post. Would you like our characters to solo a bit longer?
In The Ice Age 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Yes I know. I've just been a touch busy on my end.
In The Ice Age 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
No no! You're totally fine! In fact, I still need to answer your previous OOC post.

Enjoy your time with your sister :)!
In The Ice Age 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
When the upper began to speak, Abigail was just about reading to tell the cow to shut her mouth. The blonde rose an eyebrow. She was glad she had the decency to hold her tongue before she completely obliterated what good graces the district had left with the uppers that ran their slice of 'heaven'. Still, she was plenty angry. She dug her nails into her hands though she tried to rein in her bubbling anger. "Embezzling? Stealing? My sister's been starving because the food advisor was keeping food for himself? The miners had to cut their rations because of that festering cesspit? We ... we keep this place running. We..." Abigail was at a loss for words. The potential stripping of the food advisors title was some modicum of justice, but that wasn't the issue. How could he? Abigail looked up. "If my sister dies, I'll kill him."

"Abigail." She looked up as Dave gave her a very dangerous look. "Mind your tongue. Word travels as does the movement of the sentinels. I'll view that as an empty threat."

The miner looked away as she felt her stomach growl from its emptiness. She appreciated what the upper was doing. She did. However, it didn't mitigate the feeling that those who lavished themselves in luxuries treated the workers so poorly. When the woman extended a card, Abigail took it and looked at it. "An ... uppercity doctor?" Abigail asked as her anger subsided. This was huge. The doctors done here were often ill-equipped and weren't as well versed in medicine as those above. Why was this upper being so nice? When the woman told Dave that everyone would be getting the treatment, Abigail rose and eyebrow. "Everyone? Can ... can you do that?"

Abigail listened in silence. She had absolutely no input for the financial aspect. The extent of her accounting prowess was getting enough tokens to secure ration cards and other necessities for her sister and herself. Judging from Dave's look, this was a big deal. Expensive from the sounds of it. The rest of the conversation was like white noise to her. She supposed it was a leader thing. Those who weren't in the know didn't have a say.

Not sure what to say, Abigail merely stood there and stared at the Victorian woman. She wasn't bad. "When do you think you'll get this set up?" Abigail asked. "There's a lot of sick people who continue to work. The doctor's here are too expensive. Obviously, prioritization is a huge part of our lives. I wonder, how many deaths occur up there? Have you seen the death parchments listing the deceased we get daily? You ever talk about that Foreman? People I see everyday - who are ill - simply fall over and shipped off to some processing center. Equality? The charter's a bunch o--"

"Renault," Dave cut her off. "You don't want to finish that sentence."

Abigail closed her mouth and sighed. "If there's anything we're in abundance of, it's the amount of ashes. The smell. It's toxic."
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