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    1. Korthulhu 11 yrs ago

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The flight was heinous. Sumeyya had flown before with her family on a couple of vacations, across Europe, into Asia, one time even to New York City. The one to America had been long, yes, but nowhere near as long as this one. Forty-seven hours. Where could a person possibly fly to that would take so long? She had never been the best student in geography or math, but she doubted even flying all the way around the world non-stop would take so long. Perhaps it had been some trick, and the super-secret superhero agency took them to a base on the dark side of the Moon. She smiled a little at the thought, though it didn’t touch her eyes. It was absurd that in her world such a thing could even be probable.

She kept to herself over the egregious span of time. These people made her feel uncomfortable. Their thoughts and histories brushed against the edges of her mind, so many unfamiliar tongues that she could taste and which she feared could taste her back. They were special in their own ways, just as she was. Could they read minds too? Feel the emotions of others as though they were their own? Before he had died (or was it as he had died?) her grandpa had told her, “You’re a special girl, my little Kutsal. God means great things for you. But you must be careful. This world is not kind to special people.” In that moment she knew he was right. The air in the cabin was stale with unspoken tragedies.

Sumeyya stewed in her chair for most the flight, arms and hands antsy across her turquoise blouse and black chino pants. Her head was covered in a hijab, a spectrum of blue and green in floral patterns draped down to across her shoulders. It was silly, but it gave her some feeling of comfort, of protection. She had not worn the hijab for years. It was too unfashionable, too outdated for a modern girl, consigned to the realm of the old and the modest. Now she felt it was the only thing which lay between her and these strangers, the last reminder of her old world and of her family. She recalled a picture she had seen of her mother in her youth, wearing a similar garment, and wondered how alike they would look if she could stand next to the girl her mom used to be. Practically twins.

The flight announcement shook her from these thoughts. They had landed, salvation at last. She jumped from her seat and regretted her haste as her legs cramped. Ruddy damn plane, ruddy damn superheroes. She collected her purse and her carry-ons and waddled out the door. The sun beat down upon them all. A soft, tropical breeze carried the scents of brine and palms. Memories of Antalya.

The group had little chance to get their bearings before they were set upon. The man, HD, screamed and wailed, but Sumeyya was unimpressed. She had seen and felt real rage on others. This was practiced, something that he thought his job required, a cartoon character out of some American war film. She had always enjoyed those, though her sister found them distasteful. It was a feat of self-composure that she didn’t smile or laugh. Out of any reaction, she knew the man would appreciate that one the least.

Barracks, though. What in God’s name had she gotten herself in to? Her head was on fire. She should’ve been back in college, dutifully ignoring her classes and sleeping in until the mid-afternoon. The others seemed to be taking to it like fish to water. They mingled, socialized, laughed. She kept still, buried her head in her hands. Too much, it was all just too much. The din receded as the majority of them made their way to their new home, leaving her to sit her on her luggage.

Finally she’d had enough. It was time to get on with things, to steel herself. Well, it was time to not be a total catatonic sad sack, at the very least. She slung her purse over her shoulder and dug inside of it, luggage rolling along behind her. The clicking of her heels stopped as she found a decent place in the shade of some building. She found her cigarettes and lighter, and lit one with little grace. She realized her hands were shaking, and felt ashamed. She’d never been a heavy smoker, had never really liked it. It used to be more of a social thing, something she did because her friends did. She had promised her brother months ago that she would stop. This was only her third cigarette since, but it stung more than any other.

She cursed under her breath, something in Turkish, words with a history that would put the old and superstitious on edge. She had to calm down, clear herself. She let her mind wander too much. Things would get out of control. The smell of New York, Atlantic air mixed with car exhaust and a mass of humanity. A smell she’d encountered herself, but this wasn’t her memory. She raised her head and noticed that she wasn’t actually alone. Whatever. Might as well go for it.

“Oh, hi there. I’m Sumeyya. I noticed you on the plane,” she said to the man in the sunglasses, the man a part of her already knew. “You’re Evan, right? American. I was there once, in New York. Cool city.” Her English was good, but came out slowly in a heavy accent.

Evan…yeah. From New York. New York was a big city, what part of New York? Gunfire rang out, police sirens. A fire washed over her, bathed her in heat. Her stomach felt empty, hungry, tired. YANKEE STADIUM in gold letters. The Bronx. More American movies, more lives that weren’t hers but that she lived anyways. She shivered, and hoped he wouldn’t notice behind his sunglasses.
Barioth said
Korthulu, All good, but I have two questions. Does she have any gear/belongings? At what level is her divination? And what kind? Divination is a cool power but very easily abusable one in a forum RP, while free range in a comic book written by a single person, it becomes whole new field of depth and responsibility to work with, namely communicating your divinations out of character to everyone so they can agree before posting them so you don't piss anyone off? It allows the player to basically control the story to what they want depending on the type of divination if left unchecked. I will allow something like "Knowing what's going to happen 10 seconds in the future" not something like "Knowing distant future events or just 'knowing the future'" because the later is a pain in the ass to deal with for me and probably moreso for you.


Re: Divination, it's more like feelings about things that will happen in the very near future, or dreams about future events. I wasn't going to do too much with it without running it by you first or just letting you feed me things when/how you saw fit. Didn't really have any ambitions to threadjack or whatever. =<

As far as belongings, I figured things like clothing, jewelry, cellphones, and other basic person accoutrements were assumed without having to be listed. She's not really a fighter like the rest of these guys are, so she doesn't have any particular or special kind of equipment or items. She's got her powers, as much as she understands how to use them, and that's it. More of a utility/social skill character.
Sorry about the wait.

Name: Sumeyya Yilmaz
Alias: "Kutsal" or "Holy"
Age: 19
Height: 5'9" (~175 cm)
Weight: 140 lbs. (~63.5 kg)

Appearance:

Overall, Sumeyya is a normal looking girl. Her hair is dark brown, wavy, and falls to just past her shoulders. Light, honey brown eyes gleam at the world. She has full cheeks with dimples, and a stud piercing on the right side of a defined nose.

Personality:

Sumeyya was a headstrong and confident girl, once upon a time. Serious, but not usually dour. Her guiding principle in life has been a general optimism, a faith in humanity that acted as the rock she stood upon. Yes, bad things happen, but people come together to change things for the better. After the events of the past year, she found that faith somewhat shaken. Doubt and insecurity began to set in. Now, she's not sure anymore what she believes in or what her place in the world is.

Biography:

Born to a middle-class family in Istanbul, it didn't take long for Sumeyya to seem like something of an odd girl. Often she would have preternatural insights, knowing things that she shouldn't have or talking about things that would prove to happen later on. Her grandfather, while he still lived, adored her and the things she knew. He said she was a special girl, blessed by God. Her mother didn't appreciate such things filling her child's head, and for her part her daughter scared her. She had tried to shrug it off the way her husband could, but as time went on and she could no longer just chock everything up to coincidence. Sumeyya's older brother and sister liked her because they could use her to get away with things.

As she grew older, she came to understand that she unsettled people more than anything else, and learned to be more discrete. Life was normal, for the most part. She was a modern, liberal girl, with plenty of friends who did well in her classes and wanted to go to college (to be what, she didn't know.) When unrest came to Turkey, it was only natural that she would be out there protesting alongside her siblings and friends. Things became dangerous when the government cracked down and police flooded the streets, but Sumeyya's brother knew better than that. He pushed her to use her gifts to help the protesters carry on and fight back, and overnight she became key to their efforts. She accrued a sort of infamy with what she knew and could do, troublingly amongst the government as well as with the protestors.

Naturally, it came crashing down. Sumeyya's gifts were plenty, but she wasn't omniscient. While they couldn't get to her directly, the government could certainly get to her family. Her final week in her homeland was a tangled tragedy. Her father died, her mother, brother and sister barely escaping with their lives. Her life had imploded around her, but some small amount of fortune remained. It was at the climax of all of this that Puriel contacted her. She had nothing to lose anymore, and decided that if anyone could guide her into not making another mess like this, it would be them.

Power: Psychic

Sumeyya's powers are all psychic in nature, and were latent in her from a young age. She's had no training in them, and often still finds them nebulous to control or use in meaningful ways. It's her hope that Puriel will help her to properly understand, control, and utilize her gifts. The first abilities she displayed were largely related to her extra-sensory perception: psychic dowsing and divination, communication with non-human spirits and the dead, clairvoyance, precognition, and low-level telepathy and mind reading. Her power grew in adolescence, now able to telekinetically manipulate objects and people, mentally project herself into the world while her body stays behind, and even levitate herself or another person for a short period of time.

Skills:

She's a 19 year old girl. Like. I dunno what you're expecting here. Decent enough with computers? Good at texting, definitely. Decent enough at drawing. Fluent in Turkish and English, with a smattering of knowledge in Russian and German.
No pressure, I had a girl in mind anyhow. I'll get a bio posted soon, thanks.
Hey, is this still open for sign-ups?
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