Name: Adriana Grace Emerson. (Ari)
Age: Sixteen.
Alias: Emma Frost.
Appearance:
Ari is a mere 5'1”, ranging to be about 100 lbs. She is a petite girl with brilliant blue eyes and wavy, long auburn hair – often seen wearing knit sweatshirts, fitted shirts, or band T's. Even though she favors leggings, yoga and sweat pants over jeans, her wardrobe suggests that she wears the listed including all kinds of shorts and on occasion, boxers.
Abilities:
1. Mental Manipulation – “pushing”
The ability to implant memories, thoughts, and emotions into the minds of other people.
General limitations include-Her inability to manipulate more than one person at a given time.
-Eye contact is needed to perform her ability.
-She is unable to remove memories, thoughts, or emotions once giving them.
2. Psionic Shield – “mental block”
The ability to be immune against psychic attacks.
General limitations include-Shield is needed to be consciously activated
-Depending on the person's strength, an opponent may be capable of penetrate the shield.
-Does not deflect physical abilities.
3. Diamond Mimicry – “diamond manipulation”
The ability to transform into or have a physical body made up of diamond.
General limitations include-If rendered unconscious, her body will automatically transform into its normal state.
-Her powers are weakened by vibration emission as well as sound manipulation (can cause molecular-level shattering).
-Substances of equal or greater hardness are able to harm her.
Skills:
-Although appearing to be fragile, Ari is quick on her feet and incredibly agile.
-Being that her dad was a soldier, she was taught how to carry, load, and shoot a gun. Long range or direct.
-Ari had always been interested in her dad's fighting skills, learning how to protect herself if she ever came face to face with danger.
-The girl taught herself how to hot wire a vehicle when she was ten years old.
-Ari has been treating injuries since she was a child, knowing how to stitch up open wounds, surgically remove bullet remains, and bandage properly.
Personality Traits:
Defiant, Cautious, Hot-tempered, Self-reliant, Determined, and Relentless.
Back Story:
Young Ari was raised on a military base from infantry. After her mother's passing due to a car accident that she'd survived, her father had been given sole custody of the girl. Even so, her father could not leave his fellow operatives, relying on the nurses to care for his child while he was shipped off to Europe and Asia. Although given the opportunity to care for his child, Ari's father chose not to accept said offer, pointing out that his duty was to serve his country, regardless of if he had a child.
Entrusting the nurses with Ari's life, Ari was raised in a facility where injured soldiers were transported to from Europe. As a toddler, growing in this area baffled the little girl, but to the nurses surprise, it did not startle her. Even the most gruesome injuries (which was rarely seen) had Ari curious and concerned.
At the age of six, her father returned after having been gone for several months. He stayed for no more than two weeks, all the while hardly acknowledging his daughter's presence. A nurse that she'd grown attached to by the name of Eleanor, informed her that her father was a very busy man, and would soon take into consideration that she required his attention. Ari, of course, did not understand, but she did her best to leave him be, returning to where she was most comfortable – with the nurses and the patients.
With her father gone nearly all of her childhood, Ari decided it best to befriend some of the patients while they recovered. When some were in pain, Ari would sing. When others were bored, she would read. When others requested to talk, she never bothered to catch her breath. Patients grew to love her, and knew her to the point where she was like their family. Ari would often times make them cards or give them a stuffed animal that she had enjoyed when she was much younger. Not a single patient would go unnoticed by young Ari.
By the age of nine, her father had started to come home more often. Slowly but surely, the two connected again, and when Ari wasn't assisting the nurses, she and her father would do things together. He took her to meet some of his closest friends that he'd fought alongside, and introduced her to a boy her age, something that wasn't common on military grounds. Ari had been home schooled from a very early age, and hadn't had the company of anyone under the age of nineteen. This boy, all but a year older than her, became her best friend.
His name was Tyler.
Tyler was different from everyone else on the base. He attended school like normal kids did and told her about the things they did in class. She enjoyed hearing about his day to day activities, and even did his homework for him when he struggled. Every day she would wait for him to be released from school so that they could play until it was time for him to go home.
One day, Tyler didn't come. Ari had waited for hours on end in hopes that he would arrive at any moment, but he never did. His dad hadn't been at the base in a while either. Her father informed her that Tyler had been killed. A school shooting. Five kids had died. One of them being Tyler.
Ari didn't come out of her room for days. She laid in bed staring up at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face as her heart ached for the return of her best friend. To this day, she doesn't remember the funeral. She assumes that it was too traumatic for her to recall, being that she'd been so close to the boy. She hadn't started functioning properly until a whole month after his death.
She returned to her post to help the nurses. When a patient was in pain, Ari held the job of assuring them it would be alright. Her tactic was to have them look into her eyes and focus solely on her as she spoke softly to them, insisting that everything would be okay. She hadn't known until a nurse had pointed it out that her abilities had started forming.
In the midst of asking a man to settle down, a nurse pointed to her and screamed. She referred to Ari as the devil, for her eyes were pitch black. Ari was taken aback by the nurse's sudden reaction, and scrambled to the bathroom where she found that her eyes were just as the nurse had seen them. Completely black.
Unsure of her next move, Ari did not think – she simply ran. She sprinted out of the building, far away even as sirens blared. She heard her father calling her name, but she didn't stop for him, either. She kept running. For what had felt like days, Ari hid in an abandoned shack, deciding to migrate in the direction of civilization.
Upon coming about a town, Ari encountered a man by the name of Charles Xavier. He was charming, and gentle. Calming, even. Accepting to have a cup of coffee with him, Ari did her best to tell the man that she was from Tennessee, coming to visit New York where her alleged aunt lived. Xavier did not hesitate to mention that he knew she was lying through her teeth seeing as he was a mind reader. She hadn't believed him at first, but soon, the two turned to the same page, Xavier then telling her about about a sanctuary where Ari would be given the opportunity to live peacefully amongst fellow mutants and practice her flourishing abilities.
Ari was fairly reluctant of this. While she was open to the man, she didn't trust him. Not entirely. Xavier understood that. He made no more efforts to change her mind. Xavier then payed for the bill – leaving behind extra money for her to spend the night at a motel – and gave her a single card that had an address on it.
An address that could change her life.
Lord Wraith