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After Apocalypse (OOC)

:} tehe, ViKtorious PMed me about this and I thought... why not?

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

After Apocalypse (OOC)

ViKtoricus said
Accepted, and you get a 200 dollar bonus. Feel free to post in the IC now.

Thank you! Quick question. You said mutant animals existed in this world. I was thinking about adding a companion to Juliana's CS, but I didn't know if that could be considered unfair. Thoughts?

After Apocalypse (OOC)

Juliana Brandshei

A||ppearance
Juliana has an overall lengthiness to her physical appearance. She is 5’11” with long, lanky arms and legs to match. Her nose and cheeks are peppered with tiny brown freckles that draw attention to her steely blue irises. Juliana’s luscious lips are one of her more alluring features. Her hair is parted down the middle of her scalp and reaches to the bottom of her small breasts. It has been stained with dye for her disguises throughout her years and has now taken on a permanent faded turquoise color. Juliana usually fishtails her unruly mane into low pigtails, although multiple strands still tease at her bubbled nose. She wears whatever she can make or acquire, but prefers oversized clothing that lets her skin breath freely. There’s a gruesome burn scar that stretches along the length of her right forearm, but she conceals it with a layers of rags and athletic tape.

N||ame
Juliana Brandshei

B||irthdate
February 29, 2988 (21 years)

B||ackstory
Juliana Branshei was born into a broken world and a broken family. Her mother was a knocked-up prostitute, hoping the birth of her child would instill a sense of responsibility hiding deep within her. It didn’t. Juliana was abandoned as a toddler in the shady alleyways of San Diego. After 3 weeks on her own, little remained of the young girl besides desperation and bones. She was discovered by an elderly vagabond who, against his better judgment, took her under his wing and into his “home”.

Caesar, the man called himself, was on his last bit of luck. He had been on the run from the law for many years. Grand arson. His obsession with fire outweighed any sense of compassion for Juliana. He enlisted the girl to entice a slur of victims into his greedy web. The two were able to survive together for a decade before Juliana was bold enough to escape from the abusive man. She didn’t make it very far before being surrounded by Caesar’s remaining psychotic followers.

As punishment for her betrayal, Caesar slathered her arm in petroleum jelly and lit it on fire. Juliana went insane with pent up rage and pain. In the chaos that followed her public burning, she slipped a broken bottle deep into Caesar’s gut. His cowardly goons fled the scene, but none of them could escape her brutal adrenaline. She murdered them all in gruesome ways within the week. Since the incident, Juliana trusts and follows no one but herself.

S||tarting weapon
Her tiny fists a.k.a. nothing

S||ocial skill
Deception. Juliana can bluff, mislead, or otherwise flat out lie her way out of various situations. She is quick of mind and movement, which aid to this impish skill.

C||ombat skill
Precision. Juliana has pristine accuracy with small weapons. She can hit her mark from many yards away with a lot of aim and a little bit of luck.

C||rafting skill
Traps. Juliana can set and spot traps with ease. Although the materials for trap-making are few and far between, she has learned how to utilize common objects and even seemingly useless scraps to her advantage.

*Let me know if anything doesn't match up with your requirements. I'll be happy to make the necessary edits :]

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Alison’s smile remained steady as the sound of Logan’s solitary chuckle tickled her eardrums. Despite her father’s and grandmother’s best efforts, Alison had picked up quite a colorful pallet over the past few months singing in New York’s less popular night clubs. Needless to say, the small blonde knew how to handle her actions and words well. It was her mutant abilities that still needed some rigorous work. Ali’s eyes widened in surprise at the sound of Yukiko’s sweet voice. This was the most she had heard from the Asian girl since stepping foot into Xavier’s run-down “Institute”. A look of jubilant admiration shone across Yukiko’s face, and Alison couldn’t help but press her lips together in a laughing smile at the sight of the other girl. Kimberly’s skills were impressive, indeed.

Even in the dim lighting, Alison’s eyes adjusted fairly well. She could make out two bodies just behind Wolverine’s little lap-dog. The first to tromp down the stairs was another rugged looking male. One thing was certain, you wouldn’t hear Alison complaining about a lack of male suitors in this new place. She narrowed her eyes in curiosity, a faint sparkle still dissipating slowly around her. The words which Logan spoke indicated that he was already familiar with the newcomer, and Ali wondered how such differing individuals could possibly have connected. Just then, the man on the stairs doubled over with pain. Ali could see his bright, white knuckles grasping tightly to the railing. Wolverine rushed from her side without a moment’s hesitation and made himself a sort of barrier between the others in the room. Ali leaned sideways to see around the brawny man and began to voice her protests. In that moment, the boy relaxed his hand and gradually stood back to full attention. The red glow behind his eyelids was unmistakable to those close enough to see. Ali blinked hard and leaned backwards just as she felt Atticus take his place beside her as before.

His words were gentle and light-hearted as he commented on the differing levels of intensity in the bunker. Alison was immediately reminded of the tragic moment in which her powers had initially manifested. She turned her face slowly to Atticus, frowning for the first time, and spoke in a darkened tone.

“Tell that to the 63 newly blinded patients of St. Benedict’s visual impairment ward.”

Her sparkling blue eyes seemed to cloud over with a sort of remorse and seriousness. She sighed deeply, shaking off the memory, and scoffed quietly to no one in particular. She looked back up to Atticus with an apologetic expression and shook her head from side to side. Alison had falsely faulted the boy for his innocent words, but her smile returned with his next ones. His earlier acrobatic display had greatly interested Alison. She was also athletic and nimble to a degree and felt that strengthening that skill would only enhance the ferocity of her powers.

“You a sharp-shooter too, cowboy? I want you to show me how to tumble before you show me how to rumble.”

She balled up her fist and punched him softly in the chest. On impact, she could feel an unusual quality to his physical structure and smirked at the discovery. As Logan explained the situation to the newcomers, Ali turned back to face them. She caught a hint of aggravation in Logan’s tone, realizing he wasn’t entirely thrilled at the thought of being a babysitter for the new mutants. Luckily, Alison felt she had made an impression on the older mutant. Her pulse quickened at the thoughts of staying in his favor. She began to walk forward towards Scott and the other girl she could now make out behind him. Alison hardly flinched as her arm reached out and caught Wolverine’s leather jacket firmly in her right hand. She turned to look back at him, glancing at Atticus as well, and winked. She slung the heavier jacket over her shoulder as she extended her hand to Scott casually.

“Alison Blaire. Nice to meet you, both.”

She nodded curtly to the woman behind him and leaned back on her heels. Her stomach growled and gurgled quietly, and she placed her free hand on it. The mention of food appealing to her now more than ever.

“I am certainly not opposed to continue this conversation in the company of some food.”

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Ali's like... don't make me choose!

Then she's all... yes, fight for my affections.


I'll work on a post right now during my lunch break.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Not my best, by any means... :/ but it'll have to do. It's waaaay past my bedtime. Work is gonna be a killer tomorrow. Goodnight, friends!

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

The twinkling lights around Ali's body suddenly surged brightly as a low voice in the darkness startled her. She slowly opened her eyes, one by one, and let her pupils adjust to the dim lighting of the bunker. Her heart leaped in her chest as Logan's calloused hand enveloped her small shoulder. His gruff whisper sent shivers down her spine, and Ali tensed her muscles tightly keep from shaking. She listened to his words, her earlier blush deepening, and turned her face sideways towards him. His face was above hers, as he had her slightly beat in height, so her nose barely brushed the sides of his pectoral muscles. Alison breathed normally, and Woverine's distinct scent drifted into her nostrils. The smells of leather, sweat, and clean metal mingled together into his own cologne of sorts.

At first, she took offense to his statement, but quickly realized he was only commenting on the illusiveness of Kurt's Bamfs. Ali relaxed her shoulders as he removed his hand and began stalking forward into the light. The warmth of his touch lingered for a few moments, and Alison reveled in it happily. The man still greatly perplexed Alison. Was it possible his statements to the students were truly genuine? She secretly hoped so, at least for her sake, because more attention from the mysterious man would be gladly welcomed by the young girl.

Alison took a few deep breaths and began to block out the sounds of New York city. The unnatural sparkle surrounding her body began to fade, but her glowing smile became visible as she wandered forward with Logan into the light. She wrapped her hands around her arms and rubbed vigorously to generate some heat in the rather cold bunker. She stood beside Wolverine, his broad muscular figure dwarfing her own, and stared forward to where Yukiko had wandered up the stairs. Her smile stayed put and her brilliant blue eyes drifted over to look at Logan. One eyebrow arched coyly as she spoke into the silence.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in perfection either. I prefer a little rough around my edges."

Her bold, flirtatious tone hit the mark perfectly as she began to well back up with her usual spirits.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Should I work on a reaction post now for Alison? I was waiting for others, but I can totally cook something up.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Blackthorn said
Indeed. Logan's a bit of a cradle-robber though. :P But what else is new? He was what, over a hundred years older than Mariko when they had their romance? In the comics, at least.

Oh man, this is going to be an incredibly fun little "like" triangle :)