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X-Men: Age of Mutants

Lamia's patience had just about gone. She could feel her anxiety making way, first to irritation, then to indignation an finally to anger. I t was a feeling that rose to the back of her throat and the noise around her seemed to fill her head to the point where she couldn't concentrate on anything beyond her own tiredness, how weak she felt and her own anger. Surprising herself, she started to laugh sardonically.

"Okay," she started, chuckling slightly once Magneto finished speaking, "Let me get this straight; You're "considered terrorists"? There's no "considered" about it, you did kill a bunch of politicians and you have killed thousands of people at least." Lamia stated carefully yet oddly passionately, as if there was a lot weighing on her mind that she was all to glad to get rid of.

"And don't give me that "the difference between a terrorist and a freedom fighter is perception" shit, the Brotherhood of Mutants are a bunch or mutant-suprecimist cunts who kill as many innocent civilians with their collateral damage as they kill human-supremacists! For fucks sake, you people would have made Hitler proud! But we're supposed to just ignore all that and run to you with appreciation all because there's "an impending threat facing the mutant race?" We're just supposed to ignore that a mass-murdererer has called us here today and overlook your atrocities because it's super important to you? Actually, you know what, forget all that, let's focus on what you said..." she continued, looking evenly at Magneto, sourly.

""There will be no leaving", huh? So that means we haven't been recruited, we've been kidnapped and we're being told we don't have a choice, like child soldiers. What are you going to do if any of us says no and asks to leave? Kill us? Are you going to kill people, mutant or not, just to get your way? And that's supposed to inspire confidence and loyalty in us? Through what, fear? Or are you just going to keep us prisoner here and kidnap another group until you find the ones to scared to say no? Until you get your subservient mutant army following out of fear?" Lamia rubbed her temples. Now she really wanted to hit something. She could feel the anxiety come crashing back.

"But you know what? Do whatever the fuck you want. Go ahead and kill anyone who say no to you, you'll be doing at least one of us a favour." She laughed, "You know I've actually killed myself about twelve times this week? Just ask your blue errand boy, I slit my throat before I got here. So go ahead and pull your bullshit, but for fucks sake just hurry the fuck up and get on with it or step up your game and give us one good reason to actually listen to you beside "there's a threat to mutants and you cannot leave."" Lamia kept her eyes level with Magneto's, her indignation coming to the forefront of her mind and words, "Because right now I think you're just the same sort of "rule through pain, control and fear" pathetic fuck I know all too well."

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@Prudence How much of the films are considered canon here? Or is it just the comic universe? Are some of the events from Days of Future Past and parts of Apocalypse (save for specific character deaths) canon?

The Animorphs

@Ceta de Cloyes It's fine, I don't have as much time as I'd like to post anyway, I've had several family emergencies occur in the past month or so, with the most recent being four days ago, so I've been spending a lot of time helping deal/dealing with those.

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@Emma

In your next post, would you be able to make some mention about the freaked out Ukrainian and would you be able to have Sam translate for him? 0.0

@FallenTrinity

Sorry that I haven't addressed your character, it just didn't seem like something she would do at this point.

X-Men: Age of Mutants

Lamia wanted to hit someone. She wouldn't of course, she was much better at hitting inanimate objects or herself instead of striking other people. There was noise all around her, people talking, asking questions, complaining... She could feel herself getting anxious, the tightness in her chest, feeling twisted in the stomach and like she wanted to cry, even though she never was able to cry when she began to feel this way.
She just wanted to be away from all these people and on her own, left alone. The thoughts and emotions running through her head ranged from anxious to uncertain, feeling lost, sad and like she missed something but could quite tell what. She had the overwhelming urge to hit herself or worse, but she didn't know where any of things where, save for one. She sighed deeply and got to her feet.

Not looking at anyone, she made her way to what seemed to be an opening in the vehicle, stepping out into a fairly well lit concrete room. She glanced around for the blue guy who had brought her here. He'd seemed mildly familiar when she'd seen him, but couldn't place where. It wasn't until she saw the greying older man dressed in some purple, camp clothing with a flowing cape that she recognised who she'd been brought to. The magnet mutant guy, some terrorist who had a hard-on for hating and killing non-mutant humans.

Great. She thought to herself, I'm at an ISIS recruitment drive. Fucking perfect.

She rubbed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose before running her hand back and pulling her hair from her eyes. Her anxiety was still there, which was ironic when she realised there was nothing to be anxious about. It's not like they could kill her. But still, she didn't like being around so many people and working herself up to talking to anyone.

"Alright," she said, addressing Magneto directly, "I don't really want to be here or join a bunch of terrorists and nobody here will seem to SHUT UP!" she paused after shouting the last two words, loud enough for everyone to hear. It was typical for her mood and emotions to get the best of her when she was stressed, spontaneously yelling or hitting things.

"Just tell me where I can go to get some sleep and I'll leave when I wake up." she finished, her voice sounding tired and resigned while she swayed unsteadily on her feet from hunger.

@FantasyChic@pockets@Lady Hestia@Emma@Prudence@FallenTrinity@LokiLeo789@Dark Eternity@SirSqueakalot91@TheIrishJJ@Proleptic

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@SirSqueakalot91 Ditto, time permitting.

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@Proleptic я могу немного говорить по-русски, but my Russian isn't great, so I'm not sure :p

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Lamia was laying on the floor of the vehicle, trying her best to sleep when she felt it come to a stop. To say she was tired would be a gross understatement. She was exhausted, barely having the energy to do anything. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten and, like everything else to with her healing ability, it seemed like she couldn't starve to death. Sooner or later though the light headedness, weakness and shakiness would get to her and she'd end up eating something, and then she'd be forced to endure a lifetime of memories and sensations with every bite.
She'd been considering looking for a new "home" when the two had found her. She hadn't paid much attention to them beyond the fact that one was blue and the other was pale. They'd refused to shut up, talking about safe-havens, new starts, beginnings, training, education, understanding and all sorts of crap. She got the feeling the one with the German accent had rehearsed the speech. She'd considered slitting her throat and bleeding out just so she could get an hour of quiet, but she knew she needed to find a new place to be. The other squatters were starting to key in to what she was and what she could do. If they approached the crazy girl with the knife she'd stab the life out of herself, but she'd always seem fine a few days later. Some were starting to figure out that they could do anything to her if they waited until she'd bled out to do it. So it was time to go.

With that, she'd told the blue German to shut up and just take her there already. Then she stabbed herself in the neck, aiming for the carotid artery. By the time she came to, she was on the floor of the vehicle and she took it as an opportunity to just sleep. Listening to the sound of doors opening and nearby voices, Lamia kept her eyes closed and pretended to continue sleeping. She didn't really feel like dealing with more people right now.

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@Prudence I'll throw my hat in.

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Lamia

Lamia Aquia

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: She hasn't given it much thought.

Appearance:



Lamia is roughly 5'1 and weighs about 110 lbs. Her arms and chest are adorned with various tattoo, some colourful some black and white and all of varying images ranging from what appears to be a knife wound in her ribs to characters from the Land Before Time films. She has a fairly average, slender build, lacking any pronounced feminine proportions. Her hair is dirty blonde and her eyes are hazel. She seems quite pale when compare to others, as if she's either unable to tan or doesn't spend much time outdoors.

Mutation:

- Advanced Healing Factor:

Lamia is able to recover from seemingly any fatal wound. She is capable of regrowing lost limbs within a day (while she can't die from blood loss, it will still cause her to pass out), bullet wounds heal within an hour and broken limbs will heal within a few minutes. She's able to survive gunshots to the head, lungs and heart, but suffers from headaches if she doesn't remove bullets lodged in her brain. Being burnt down to ash or thrown into a molten pool however, will leave nothing behind for her to regenerate. Lamia is also immune to the effects of drugs and alcohol, while toxic poisons will cause her to lose consciousness for about an hour.

- No need for oxygen:

Lamia does not need to breath at all and is incapable of suffocation.

- Cibopathic (Food Retrocognition):

Lamia can know the entire history of anything she consumes. If it's a vegetable, she knows where it was planted, how often it was watered, what pesticides were used, when it was harvested and how, how it was transported and how it was handled.
If it's meat, she knows every aspect of the former creatures life, from beginning to end, how it was born, raised, treated and killed. She isn't currently able to pinpoint or focus on specific memories at the momement, meaning every meal is a sensory and mental overload.

Personality:
Lamia is introverted to say the least. She doesn't particularly enjoy being around people and incessant talking and noise tends to get on her nerves. She can typically be found shut in some room, laying asleep in bed or trying to sleep, otherwise she's typically reading or listening to music. She can be quite curt and seems to have little regard for the feelings of others, mostly because she just wants to be left alone.

Bio:
Lamia's first hint that she was a mutant came about 18 moths ago, when she was fifteen. She'd tried to cut her own hair in a mirror and watched as it grew back to the exact length it had been before she'd cut it. The second clue came when her abusive step-father's nightly boxing ritual stopped leaving cuts and bruises. The third came from when her alcoholic mother's hidden booze stash stopped getting her drunk and the final clue came when she tried to drown herself in the bathtub and it didn't work.

Rather than deal with the result of a step-father who could beat her as hard as he wanted and never leave a scratch, Lamia did what she'd always dreamed of. She ran away. At first it felt liberating to know that she could go anywhere and do anything without a fear of dying, but she soon realized that she could still get hurt, even if the wounds kept healing. Fortunately for Lamia, rapists tended to back away when their intended victim starts to to stab herself. Gradually she grew more and more reclusive and misanthropic. She started to realize that if she wasn't able to die, then this was it for her, an eternity spent on the streets surrounded by people who would eventually grow old, wither and die. She could take solace in the fact that she'd outlive the assholes of the world, but it also meant she'd outlive anyone she ever cared about.

Because of this, she devoted most of her time adding to her "road map", a series of tattoos that depicted important moments or people in her life. Moments she wanted to remember. The tattoos healed almost instantly and the ink was under the skin, making them the most permanent thing she could put n her body. She paid for the work in ways she'd rather not recall, but it was a means to an end.

She currently lives in an abandoned school bus under a bridge, left alone by almost all the other homeless squatters who call the area their home, mostly because no one wants to deal with "the crazy kid with the knives."

It's only recently that her food-based abilities have begun to develop and as a result, she eats as little as possible. If anything the development of these new, uncontrolled powers has made her more reclusive and withdrawn, experiencing the death of every single thing she eats further cementing the knowledge that everything is on a constant march towards death. Everything except her, apparently.

Other: Undiagnosed major depressive disorder.