The morning was a cold one, the chilled breeze causing the occasional shiver to race over Daisy’s skin but not causing her to abandon her post. She was perched atop the institute’s highest tower, her pajama-clad legs folded neatly beneath her, her eyes closed as she tried to concentrate on her breathing. The steady rhythm did nothing to ease the frantic pace of her thoughts as they rushed through her mind. It was a new semester, the start of a new year, and even though she had a year of teaching experience under her belt she felt even more nervous than she had the beginning of the previous year. Not that she would ever let her discomfort be known, of course, she had always been taught to not to show weakness.
She sighed deeply, letting her eyes slide open as the first weak rays of sunshine began to warm her chilled skin. At least this year most of the students would probably know she was a teacher and not mistake her as a freshman… probably. Uncrossing her legs with practiced ease, Daisy stood and stretched her small body, her limber muscles shivering a bit in an attempt to produce heat. She stayed on the roof a moment longer, watching as the buttery yellow orb that was the sun creeped sluggishly over the horizon before taking a deep breath and leaping head-long off of the building.
A brief rush of cold air hit her body, but her body never hit the ground, instead landing safely on the polished wood floor of her bedroom at the other side of the academy. She chuckled to herself, thinking of the shocked face she had seen as she tumbled past a window. She had given someone a scare, that was for certain. Rising from her crouched position, Daisy crossed the generously sized room to the bathroom, checking her face in the mirror.
The damage wasn’t as bad as she thought, the slight purple circles under her eyes the only indication that she had spent the entirety of her night on the roof rather than in bed asleep. She doubted anyone would look closely enough at her to notice. Shrugging off her pajamas, she showered and dressed quickly, her haste tearing her blue and white striped stockings. “Well, damn,” she muttered, running a finger up and down the long run regretfully. She paused, debating briefly if she cared enough to put on a different pair, before deciding almost immediately that she did not and proceeding to tug on a lemon-yellow lace dress. Glossy, cherry-red spike heels completed the ensemble, adding a bit more than three inches to her pathetic five-foot-nothing stature, and with that she was out the door.
The jump this time landed her in the auditorium, perfectly at the end of the long line of teachers and right as Kitty Pryde opened her mouth to speak. A huge grin split Daisy’s face from ear to ear, and she nodded in cheerful greeting to her colleagues. She had always had impeccable timing. The nervousness coiling about in her stomach started to dissipate as she noticed the familiar faces of the previous year’s students in the crowd, giving a cheeky wave to Alicia and Rory, a couple of girls who she remember from her combat class, as well as a few other students here and there. This wasn’t going to be so bad, she thought to herself, she could do this. She could definitely do this.
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Standing at a pint-sized five-foot even with a petite frame, Daisy hardly strikes fear in the hearts of others. But be warned, strong for her size and extremely agile from years of mixed-martial arts, she is one tough little cookie.
Name: Daisy Vaughn
Codename: Flicker
Age: 24
Place of Birth: Atlanta, Georgia
Occupation: Teacher, English and Introductory Combat
Family: Alive, but relatively unimportant to character. Unaware of mutation.
Relationship Status: TBD
Mutant Ability:
Daisy possesses superhuman reflexes and agility, both of which she has furthered through intense personal training. Her more active and apparent ability is teleportation. Daisy is able to pop (“Flicker”) from one location to another at will, the jump totally silent. There are a couple of limitations to her ability. The first is that in order to jump somewhere, she has to have been there herself first. She couldn’t, for example, teleport to the North Pole as she has never been there. Also, longer jumps can be physically draining for her, as can teleporting with people (she is capable of teleporting others as long as there is constant skin to skin contact. If that contact is broken, there is the possibility that that person could be lost forever, or end up in a random location on the planet. Luckily this has not happened yet.)
Personality:
Daisy is cheerful and possesses and unshakable resolve. If she sets her mind to something, she will accomplish it, no matter the lengths she has to go through to do so. Dedication has been drilled into her since her birth, and you will not find a more loyal or steadfast individual. That said, she is playful and likes to play harmless tricks on people sometimes.
History:
Daisy had the rather unique experience of being the only child of Alex Vaughn, a top-tier mixed-martial artist and dojo owner, and Lucille Schafer, a relatively well-known poet. Her father had wanted a son, but due to complications during Daisy’s birth, Lucille was incapable of having any more children. Determined to make the best of the situation, Alex almost immediately started training Daisy as his protégé. Often he was known to go overboard with the intensity of his daughter’s training, but Lucille was far to wrapped up in her work to notice, so Daisy simply struggled through.
Despite her size, Daisy showed great promise, her impressive speed allowing her to end matches before opponents even had time to react. She was Alex’s pride and joy, and he fully expected her to help him run the dojo when she graduated from high school. It broke his heart when instead she accepted a place at Sarah Lawrence on a writing scholarship (her mother was naturally ecstatic).
College was really the first time Daisy had spent away from home. Her first day on campus was terrible. She got completely lost, missed orientation, and got sexiled by her remarkably fast moving roommate. It was then, curled up in a ball in the hallway, sniffling quietly, that Daisy realized she was different. One second she was bemoaning her fate wishing she was home, and the next she was in her room in her parents house. She couldn’t believe it, but after a thorough inspection she realized that she was in fact home, almost a thousand miles away from school.
Terrified and fascinated, Daisy tried focusing on that dismal little hallway, and the next moment she was there. She was exhausted from her first two jumps, but too excited to sleep. She started researching on the internet about her experience, about what she was: a mutant.
Her immediate and extremely unorthodox transfer to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters (a school, not a college, so she essentially went through high school twice) may not have made any sense to her mother, but it certainly made sense to Daisy. She took online courses in her free time to earn a college degree, and at the school worked hard both academically and at improving her powers, graduating as salutatorian of her class. Headmistress Pride offered her a position as a teacher at the Institute, and Daisy immediately accepted. While one of the younger staff members, she makes up for her lack of teaching experience with enthusiasm and steely willpower.
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Standing at a pint-sized five-foot even with a petite frame, Daisy hardly strikes fear in the hearts of others. But be warned, strong for her size and extremely agile from years of mixed-martial arts, she is one tough little cookie.
Name: Daisy Vaughn
Codename: Flicker
Age: 24
Place of Birth: Atlanta, Georgia
Occupation: Teacher, English and Introductory Combat
Family: Alive, but relatively unimportant to character. Unaware of mutation.
Relationship Status: TBD
Mutant Ability:
Daisy possesses superhuman reflexes and agility, both of which she has furthered through intense personal training. Her more active and apparent ability is teleportation. Daisy is able to pop (“Flicker”) from one location to another at will, the jump totally silent. There are a couple of limitations to her ability. The first is that in order to jump somewhere, she has to have been there herself first. She couldn’t, for example, teleport to the North Pole as she has never been there. Also, longer jumps can be physically draining for her, as can teleporting with people (she is capable of teleporting others as long as there is constant skin to skin contact. If that contact is broken, there is the possibility that that person could be lost forever, or end up in a random location on the planet. Luckily this has not happened yet.)
Personality:
Daisy is cheerful and possesses and unshakable resolve. If she sets her mind to something, she will accomplish it, no matter the lengths she has to go through to do so. Dedication has been drilled into her since her birth, and you will not find a more loyal or steadfast individual. That said, she is playful and likes to play harmless tricks on people sometimes.
History:
Daisy had the rather unique experience of being the only child of Alex Vaughn, a top-tier mixed-martial artist and dojo owner, and Lucille Schafer, a relatively well-known poet. Her father had wanted a son, but due to complications during Daisy’s birth, Lucille was incapable of having any more children. Determined to make the best of the situation, Alex almost immediately started training Daisy as his protégé. Often he was known to go overboard with the intensity of his daughter’s training, but Lucille was far to wrapped up in her work to notice, so Daisy simply struggled through.
Despite her size, Daisy showed great promise, her impressive speed allowing her to end matches before opponents even had time to react. She was Alex’s pride and joy, and he fully expected her to help him run the dojo when she graduated from high school. It broke his heart when instead she accepted a place at Sarah Lawrence on a writing scholarship (her mother was naturally ecstatic).
College was really the first time Daisy had spent away from home. Her first day on campus was terrible. She got completely lost, missed orientation, and got sexiled by her remarkably fast moving roommate. It was then, curled up in a ball in the hallway, sniffling quietly, that Daisy realized she was different. One second she was bemoaning her fate wishing she was home, and the next she was in her room in her parents house. She couldn’t believe it, but after a thorough inspection she realized that she was in fact home, almost a thousand miles away from school.
Terrified and fascinated, Daisy tried focusing on that dismal little hallway, and the next moment she was there. She was exhausted from her first two jumps, but too excited to sleep. She started researching on the internet about her experience, about what she was: a mutant.
Her immediate and extremely unorthodox transfer to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters (a school, not a college, so she essentially went through high school twice) may not have made any sense to her mother, but it certainly made sense to Daisy. She took online courses in her free time to earn a college degree, and at the school worked hard both academically and at improving her powers, graduating as salutatorian of her class. Headmistress Pride offered her a position as a teacher at the Institute, and Daisy immediately accepted. While one of the younger staff members, she makes up for her lack of teaching experience with enthusiasm and steely willpower.
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Just making it known that my character has teleportation and superior reflexes/agility. Guess I am calling power dibs :)
I am so interested in this!!! If it's alright I think I will start working on a cs ;)
Appearance:
Lottie is tall for a woman, standing at a respectable six foot even. Most of her height comes from her long legs, giving her a willowy, slightly awkward appearance. Her body itself is slender with gentle curves and the muscle definition of a runner. Lottie favors exercise clothing for her everyday apparel since nothing else ever seems to fit her quite right.
Name: Charlotte Skinner
Nickname: Lottie (she goes by this, though several pack members have meaner nicknames for her)
Age: 22
Family:
Charlie Skinner, namesake and grandfather, 82, member of the Redthorn Pack
Ben Skinner, uncle, 55, member of the Redthorn Pack
Alice (Skinner) Brinkley, aunt, 52, mated out of the Redthorn Pack
Nathaniel Skinner, father, 50, member of the Redthorn pack
Jack Skinner, uncle, 45, member of the Redthorn Pack, unmated
Relationship status: Unmated (but open)
Pack: Redthorn Pack
Pack Rank: TBD
Wolf appearance:
Her most distinctive feature as a wolf are her oddly long legs, apparently having carried over from her human form. They make her one of the faster members of the pack.
Personality:
It would be extremely difficult to find a wolf more submissive than Lottie, she practically screams Omega, and that carries over to her human form. She is very warm, friendly and curious, but shy and unlikely to initiate contact unless she receives clear invitation to do so. Lottie is a truly kind and good soul, she has simply learned it is wise to not trust others too easily after years of being antagonized by the more aggressive pack members. She tends to have a calming effect on most of the pack.
Likes:
- Going for runs, either in human form or wolf. She will never turn down a good run or hike.
- Cooking. She really has a knack for it.
- Bubble baths.
- Reading.
Dislikes:
- Yelling, loud noises, etc. She has sensitive ears.
- Aggression and violence, in particular when directed at her.
- Nuts, in any form. She is deathly allergic.
- Talking in front of a group. It terrifies her.
- Bad food/smells. Lottie has a very powerful sense of smell and taste. Improperly seasoned or spoiled food will instantly trigger her gag reflex, and unpleasant odors make her queasy. Even things that wouldn't bother other wolves make her uncomfortable.
Skills:
- Lottie is one of the faster runners in the pack, which is handy when she needs to flee from bullies.
- She tends to have a calming effect on the other pack members.
- Particularly sensitive nose and tongue.
- Cooking. The pack has put her to work in the kitchen cooking communal meals with a few other pack members.
- Good listener, both literally and figuratively. She has very sensitive ears and also is more than prepared to take secrets to her grave.
History:
The Skinner family has been a fixture of the Redthorn Pack for generations. While never quite producing Alpha material, the family is known for popping out strong, healthy, male, upper-echelon betas, and has garnered a place of formidable respect within the pack. The exception to this generation-old rule, is Lottie.
Lottie was born on September 27th, the same day as her grandfather Charles, which earned her the name Charlotte as a tribute to him. As the girl grew, however, it became clear that she was nothing like the wizened patriarch, or indeed like any of the Skinner family. She was shy, submissive, and kind, and while these traits endeared her to her grandfather, they alienated her from most of her family. It also didn't help that her sensitive nose made her reluctant to spend too much time with the often unbathed mongrels she called peers. Lottie suffered through a childhood of ruthless torment at the hands of her brothers and cousins, to which her father would only comment, "It's good for you. It will toughen you up." Worse than her family were the other pack kids, who wouldn't stop even when the blood began to flow.
But then Lottie was given a gift. She went through puberty, grew far taller than anyone had anticipated, and sprouted the longest legs anyone had ever seen. Now when danger rears its ugly head, Lottie runs, and danger very rarely is able to catch up.
Lottie is tall for a woman, standing at a respectable six foot even. Most of her height comes from her long legs, giving her a willowy, slightly awkward appearance. Her body itself is slender with gentle curves and the muscle definition of a runner. Lottie favors exercise clothing for her everyday apparel since nothing else ever seems to fit her quite right.
Name: Charlotte Skinner
Nickname: Lottie (she goes by this, though several pack members have meaner nicknames for her)
Age: 22
Family:
Charlie Skinner, namesake and grandfather, 82, member of the Redthorn Pack
Ben Skinner, uncle, 55, member of the Redthorn Pack
Cathy, aunt, 54, Redthorn
Bishop, 26, Scout, 24, Michael, 23, Phillip 22, cousins, Redthorn
Alice (Skinner) Brinkley, aunt, 52, mated out of the Redthorn Pack
Carter Brinkley, uncle, 50
Thomas, 18, Gabriel, 16, cousins
Nathaniel Skinner, father, 50, member of the Redthorn pack
Barbara Skinner, mother, 51, member of the Redthorn pack
Alex, 25, the twins Kyle and Sam, 23, Curtis, 20, brothers
Jack Skinner, uncle, 45, member of the Redthorn Pack, unmated
Relationship status: Unmated (but open)
Pack: Redthorn Pack
Pack Rank: TBD
Wolf appearance:
Her most distinctive feature as a wolf are her oddly long legs, apparently having carried over from her human form. They make her one of the faster members of the pack.
Personality:
It would be extremely difficult to find a wolf more submissive than Lottie, she practically screams Omega, and that carries over to her human form. She is very warm, friendly and curious, but shy and unlikely to initiate contact unless she receives clear invitation to do so. Lottie is a truly kind and good soul, she has simply learned it is wise to not trust others too easily after years of being antagonized by the more aggressive pack members. She tends to have a calming effect on most of the pack.
Likes:
- Going for runs, either in human form or wolf. She will never turn down a good run or hike.
- Cooking. She really has a knack for it.
- Bubble baths.
- Reading.
Dislikes:
- Yelling, loud noises, etc. She has sensitive ears.
- Aggression and violence, in particular when directed at her.
- Nuts, in any form. She is deathly allergic.
- Talking in front of a group. It terrifies her.
- Bad food/smells. Lottie has a very powerful sense of smell and taste. Improperly seasoned or spoiled food will instantly trigger her gag reflex, and unpleasant odors make her queasy. Even things that wouldn't bother other wolves make her uncomfortable.
Skills:
- Lottie is one of the faster runners in the pack, which is handy when she needs to flee from bullies.
- She tends to have a calming effect on the other pack members.
- Particularly sensitive nose and tongue.
- Cooking. The pack has put her to work in the kitchen cooking communal meals with a few other pack members.
- Good listener, both literally and figuratively. She has very sensitive ears and also is more than prepared to take secrets to her grave.
History:
The Skinner family has been a fixture of the Redthorn Pack for generations. While never quite producing Alpha material, the family is known for popping out strong, healthy, male, upper-echelon betas, and has garnered a place of formidable respect within the pack. The exception to this generation-old rule, is Lottie.
Lottie was born on September 27th, the same day as her grandfather Charles, which earned her the name Charlotte as a tribute to him. As the girl grew, however, it became clear that she was nothing like the wizened patriarch, or indeed like any of the Skinner family. She was shy, submissive, and kind, and while these traits endeared her to her grandfather, they alienated her from most of her family. It also didn't help that her sensitive nose made her reluctant to spend too much time with the often unbathed mongrels she called peers. Lottie suffered through a childhood of ruthless torment at the hands of her brothers and cousins, to which her father would only comment, "It's good for you. It will toughen you up." Worse than her family were the other pack kids, who wouldn't stop even when the blood began to flow.
But then Lottie was given a gift. She went through puberty, grew far taller than anyone had anticipated, and sprouted the longest legs anyone had ever seen. Now when danger rears its ugly head, Lottie runs, and danger very rarely is able to catch up.
So, I am very interested in this. Is it alright if I start to formulate a character?
Interested :)
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