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Task Force RAVEN: LA (Vistruction & The Ghost Note)

Farrah took it all in quietly, listening intently to Maximillian's debriefing. It wouldn't be the first time she'd had to deal with Deltahuman gans or handle Delta-crystals, but Chimeras was an entirely different story. She'd study them and attended the monthly meetings on the latest Chimera reports but she'd never personally had ever come up with one. From what she read and heard, they were nasty creatures in terms of raw strength and their lack for their own safety in their mindless pursuit of other Deltahumans made them extremely dangerous. Farrah had never considered testing her metal against one, but it seemed she might get the chance soon.

Before coming here, she knew the basics of what had happened but being able to put a name, Antonio Riveria, to the cause made it all the more real. A Deltahuman able to cause so much destruction...she shuddered to think any further of it.

"When do we leave?" She waited until the boss was done before asking.

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"How bad is it?"

There was an unusually long pause, long enough that it made Farrah glance up from her phone, eyes studying the driver's solemn facial expression via the rearview mirror. "Bad." He finally said glancing at her, "Really bad."

That was the extent of their conversation for the rest of the nearly three-hour drive from the airport. Farrah didn't mind the quiet, though, keeping herself busy enough scrolling through all the news articles that were dropping by the minute. Everyone was talking about the disaster. Every major news channel, online news outlets, bloggers - shit - even influencers on social media took to the cameras. She scrolled past reports about Deltahuman terrorists, speculations that Reaper or some other organization could be behind it. Up until now, nothing was confirmed, nothing except that LA was gone and whatever was left was in ruins. Reports of deaths and people missing were coming in by the hundreds. Some scientists speculated that due to the size of the city-shattering-earthquake, it had left what once was LA and the surrounding areas in an unstable state, whatever that meant.

Having seen enough, Farrah closed her phone and dropped it on her lap, her attention shifting to the folder next to her. A crest with a raven was prominently featured in the front, the emblem for Task Force RAVEN. She'd heard of them, who hadn't? Some of the members went down in history as heroes in and out of FAMA's circles, but she never expected to receive a call to join the unit. They must have been vetting her for some time, maybe even years, because not even forty minutes had passed after the destruction of LA when her phone rang - no other than Maximilian Cornell himself.

The SUV exited off the freeway and almost immediately makeshift shelters for the victims started crowding either side of the road. There were hundreds of people, maybe even thousands. Some first responders, crisis volunteers, but the bulk of it was just regular civilians - people that in minutes had lost everything from homes to family members. It was a sad affair to witness.

"We're almost at the base." The driver said breaking the two and a half-hour long silence after they had passed what seemed like miles of victim shelters. "They'll be waiting for you at the command tent." After passing the gates, the SUV dropped Farrah off. She gathered her small duffle bag packed with the essentials, folder, and phone before making her way up to the command tent. It was easy enough to spot and mostly a straight forward walk, but more than once she had to stop to allow some FAMA issued vehicle or a group of agents to pass.

"Agent Farrah Govea, reporting in." She said once inside, dropping her bag by her side and taking a brief moment to look around at the other present. She recognized Maximilian from his photo the few times RAVEN has been in the papers or news channels, as well as some of the older members of the unit but some she saw for the first time.

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Task Force RAVEN: LA (Vistruction & The Ghost Note)

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▼ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

At first glance, Farrah has a stick shoved so far up her rear end you would think she has never broken a single rule in her life. That couldn't be further from the truth. In the civilian world, she carries herself with an almost dignified air about her, a certain level of poise and control with OCD undercurrents. But out on the field, the true Farrah takes over - a ball of suppressed rage and anger itching for an excuse to let go, let loose.

Although she is no model, her exotic features lend to a unique beauty about her. Polished copper skin, almond-shaped eyes the color of dark honey, and raven black hair. One of her favorite and prominent features are her thick eyebrows, which she only lets one trusted technician pluck once a week, if time permits. She's of average height and weight, but don't let her lithe body fool you. A strict gym workout regiment, martial arts class, and diet keeps her in top athletic shape. A decent bust, thin hips with a more than generous trunk in keeping with her Latina blood.

Farrah has several scars on her back, left upper arm, and left thigh, where another Metahuman blasted her during a mission. She let her left side take the brunt of it, thinking she could withstand it but was gravely mistaken. She has no tattoos or other piercings except her ears. She keeps a clean appearance when at all possible and chooses skin tone and minute makeup keeping a more natural look.

▼ ATTIRE:

I hear pantsuits are back in fashion. Farrah is a woman with a taste for the finer things in life, and her day to day wardrobe matches that. Her closet is stocked with fitted, designer earth-tone suits, high heels, and an array of color-coordinated jewelry to accessorize. Her favorite season is winter, when she can pull out her extensive collection of long coats and jackets. Born an island girl, Farrah is extremely familiar with Caribbean fashion and usually pulls out one or two colorful long summer dresses when visiting her extended family.

During active duty, Farrah's wardrobe does a complete 180. Forgoing the fashionable suits and heels for tactical gear and steel-toe boots. While on base, she will dress much like a man: jeans and cargo pants with plain or wrinkled button-up shirts and her lucky gray cuffed jacket. Its become a sort of tradition that she must wear that jacket at all times. The only time while on base she doesn't wear it is when showering, sleeping, or wearing her combat gear.

Combat gear is comprised of standard FAMA issued black tactical gear. Vest, kneepads, shinguards, gloves, a kneck wrap she can pull up to cover the bottom half of her face, and a helmet with a retractable visor - underneath it all, she wears UnderArmor spandex. In terms of weapons, her primary is an M4A1 Carbine and a 4th Generation Glock 17 as a sidearm, holstered at the thigh instead of the waist, and a tactical knife.

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▼ PERSONALITY:

Farrah is a thoughtful tactician perfecting every detail of life with a rationality mindset to everything she does. Medically-diagnosed as OCD, Farrah strives to control every aspect of her life. Running her personal life at a tight schedule, with a disciplined diet, workout regiment, and even a set bedtime. This level of control helps her stay stable and gives her a false sense of order. She is well aware that life is nothing but chaos, yet the thought of living her day to day unplanned brings her anxiety. This need for impulsive control comes from her childhood, where her life was anything but in her control. However, the older she gets the more she is coming to understand that not everything needs to be planned, scheduled, and controlled and that if she lets go the world isn't going to just come to a crashing halt.

Farrah is a walking contradiction. One hand, she's all about control, and if you are an acquaintance or a stranger that is all you will ever see. "Stuck up bitch" has been used more than a couple times to describe her and she toes the line of being cynical about human nature, assuming that most people are lazy, self-interested, and doomed to mediocrity. She is quick to judge and slow to please. Quick to point out your faults and slow to praise you. Is an advent believer in hard work and earning your spot. She shows respect to those that have proven themselves worthy of such respect and only follows those that she deems worthy of following. She can come off as arrogant and overly critical.

She can seem single-minded with little patience for gossip or distractions but she is far from dull. A quick tongue and irreverent wit combined with a dark, sarcastic sense of humor stir just under the surface of her serious exterior.

On the other hand, to those she has allowed into her inner circle, she's a rational, determined, independent, and caring individual. She is ambitious and goal-oriented. Whenever an idea or pursuit captures her imagination she will dedicate herself to mastering the subject or gaining relevant skills. She has a strong and clear vision of what it means to be successful in her world, and few things deter her from striving for that vision of success.
She is utterly clueless when it comes to romantics. The few times she's tried dating she's approached it like she does all other challenges, strategically. A checklist and clear-cut goals with a plan for hitting those goals. Unfortunately, she is learning that a rational approach to love is not the answer, but she still has a lot to learn and a lot of control to relinquish when it comes to matters of the heart.

As a Capricorn, she may be stubborn and ignorant when it comes to love, but she has no problem being a slight freak in the bed. If you are lucky enough to get invited, that is.

"A friend to all is a friend to none." - Aristotle.

Her circle of friends is small and that's how Farrah likes it. She is selective with people she lets in pass a certain "professional" point, but to those that are privy to a real friendship with her have a dedicated and loyal individual rooting for them at every turn. When around those that she's close with, Farrah can drop down her walls and be a little more spontaneous. She can be persuaded to skip her bedtime and go out for a round of drinks, don't get it twisted; she will be the first to say goodbye and leave promptly at 12:30 am after having nurse her one or second drink all night.

However, on the battlefield, Solaris is an entirely different monster altogether. Focused, alert, and with a predator-like mind, she is straight as an arrow; just aim her at a target and release. If in her civilian life, Farrah is the webster definition of uptight, in the field is where she lets it all go allowing herself to fall into that anger and darkness that is always lurking just beyond the surface. At least in the field, she has targets where to direct all that anger instead of self-destructing.

She is far from unstable, but FAMA has still flagged her as a potential risk. She's been attending what was at first mandatory meetings with a FAMA psychiatrist for years and now has turned into weekly voluntary sessions.

At the heart of it all, Farrah is an only child raised by a single mother who passed away at an early age. She had a tough childhood, maturing at an extremely young age. She's had to dig deep to pull herself up without help from anyone, which has turned her into someone who doesn't rely on others. She'd rather go at it alone than to ultimately be let down by someone else.

▼ SKILLS/TALENTS:

Combat and FAMA Basic Training ⫻

Solaris has gone through rigorous FAMA and Combat training. Learning extensive hand-to-hand combat skills, including martial arts like krav maga, jeet kune do, and Brazillian jiu-jitsu, and learning to fight with improvised weapons. Concurrently, she's also received formal training in conventional firearms and tactical training.

Trilingual ⫻

Farrah can speak three languages fluently: English, Spanish, Hindi. She learned English and Spanish simultaneously growing up in Puerto-Rico with her Latina mother and at the age of eight started to learn Hindi given it was her father's native language as a way to foster a relationship with him, which ultimately failed.

Pianist ⫻

One of the only extra-curricular activities Farrah's mother could afford to put her in was piano lessons. She hated it as a child but stuck with it because her mother wouldn't have it any other way. After her mother's death, she found a new love for it and continues to play in her memory.

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▼ BACKSTORY:

Farrah was born to Puerto-Rican deltahuman mother Cynthia Govea and Indian-American father Braajah Krishna, a product of a union that was doomed to fail from the start. You see, they met in New York when both were young, Cynthia only being 18 at the time and Braajah 20. It was a hot, passionate, and sex-filled summer fling between them with Braajah going along for the ride and Cynthia getting wrapped up in feelings for the man. At the end of the summer, Braajah broke the news that his family had arranged for him to marry an Indian woman later that year. Devastated, Cynthia tried to move on with her life but quickly after discovered that she was pregnant, but by then Braajah didn't want anything to do with her or the alleged pregnancy.

Cynthia returned to Puerto Rico, where she gave birth to Farrah and raised the child on her own how best she could, but with a drug addict of a mother, no father that she knew off, and poor education, it was more of a challenge than she imagined. Forced to work two minimum wage jobs to keep a roof over their heads and some food in their bellies, left Cynthia exhausted and with little to give in the form of affection and love. Still, she was doing all she could to provide for Farrah, even going as far as prostitution when work was hard to come by. Despite their impoverished status, Cynthia tried her best to shield Farrah from it, sacrificing sweat, health, and body to pay for private schools - determined that Farrah would have a better education than she did. Cynthia was a strict and overbearing mother, expecting and demanding excellence in all things. Looking back, Farrah understands that her mother was just afraid she would turn out just like her and wanted a better life for her daughter.

Cynthia never spoke ill of Braajah, at least not to her anyway, and with a child's naivety, Farrah assumed that if she learned Hindi, that would be enough to make her father have some minute interest in her. Farrah spent her free time, of which there was precious little of, practicing on her piano, learning Hindi, reading books, and helping her mother in anything from cooking and cleaning to tagging along on odd jobs for a little extra cash. She didn't have time for friends outside of school hours, and even then she felt different from many of the other children. Most of their home lives sounded happy and full of joy and nothing like hers. By age 12, the private schooling had stopped as it had become too much of a financial strain for Cynthia, who had fallen ill and shortly after was diagnosed with aids. With her mother sick and unable to provide for their little family of two, Farrah had to grow up exceptionally early to help take care of her mother while attending public school.

Outwardly, Farrah was a dutiful daughter. Attending school and immediately after rushing to work illegal and under the table jobs, not coming home until late at night to cook and take care of a dying mother because there was not enough money for medicine. Inwardly, she became resentful, hateful, and full of anger. Angry at her father, angry at her mother, angry at the world. Going through puberty, taking care of Cynthia and watching her slowly wither was a stressful period in her life. To add to it, it was this point her powers started to manifest. By 14, she was stretched so thin she was ready to snap on anyone that said the slightest wrong thing about her or her mother. She ended up getting in more than a few fights in school with other girls, many of which came out with broken noses, teeth, or worse. At the time, she just chucked it up to her anger fueling her with such rage that it gave her some strength over the other girls and even boys she got into brawls. It became apparent that it was more than just strength filled by anger.

Cynthia was classified as a Type-Red Deltahuman, able to absorb solar energy and convert it into producing fire, and her genes had been passed down to Farrah.
Farrah dropped her piano lessons and used that time to practice and hone her ability in hopes that she could turn some profit out of it and hopefully buy her mother the medicine she desperately needed. The universe seemed to have other plans because by the time she had a somewhat sturdy handle on her power, her mother passed away.

For the next year, Farrah was a wreck of a teen. Grades tanked, fighting skyrocketed, and she began to get tangled with the wrong kind of people. If it hadn't been for a caring teacher who took pity on her, Farrah would have indeed ended on FAMA's delinquent list. The teacher set her straight, voicing that this path was not the one her mother wanted for her. When the Academy Program had just finished building Academy 004 off the Caribbean coast, the teacher convinced her to apply. She was accepted and one short plane ride later her new life started.

It was tough at first to find her footing. In Puerto Rico, the little self-training that she had done had been enough to get her by. Mostly just bulldozing and surprising people with her strength. But she quickly came to realize on her first year that she was entirely out of her league at the academy and had a lot of training and catching up to do if she was ever to make anything out of herself. And so she buckled and doubled down refusing to end up just like her grandmother and mother. With guidance from the teachers and staff members, she learned to use her anger to drive and push her forward, to focus on what she wanted, and then go after it with determination and precision...as long as it was a worthwhile and positive goal. It was at the academy that she discovered she was capable of more than just being strong.

After graduating from the academy at 18, she immediately applied to be an agent in FAMA that very same day. Afraid that if she stopped to catch her breath, whatever determination and focus was driving her forward would falter and she would lose her way. By 20, she was instated into FAMA as an agent, spending two years at a time stationed in different locations where she may be of use. To keep herself busy outside of work, and now that she had a surplus of money, she got her bachelor's and is now working towards her masters.

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▼ CLASSIFICATION:

Chromatic (Yellow/Red)

▼ POWER INFORMATION:

Solar Energy Manipulation ⫻

Farrah's ability allows her body to absorb and store solar energy passively. She has no control over her body absorbing the energy as it happens subconsciously. The energy stored in her body allows for her health to be in robust conditions, preventing her from falling ill to a multitude of general illnesses and viruses, such as: Flu, Common Cold, Covid-19, etc. However, it doesn't prevent her from being poison or fighting off rapid and aggressive or even Deltahuman created infections. Actively, she can transfer stored energy and utilize it in different forms classified as sub-set abilities.

Sub-set Abilities ⫻
Enhanced Strength & Durability - This is her bread and butter during any combat. Farrah can direct the stored energy to reinforce her body, skin, muscles, and bones to have durability far beyond that of a regular human, withstand a direct hit from a speeding car with no injury. This resilience also allows her to perform greater feats of strength without injuring herself. She posses physical strength far beyond that of a regular human, especially notable regarding her size and muscle mass. She can exert something akin to the combined strength of six men, able to lift around 380lbs comfortably and about a maximum of 500lbs if she strains herself.

Flight - Farrah is able to fly, though she has never mastered this ability. Instead, she can propel herself off a surface and through the air at various speeds and altitudes. She's able to jump several stories to reach rooftops, fire escapes, and balconies. There's still speculation on whether this is just another skill derived from her enhanced strength and because of her durability able to land/fall without injury.

Solar Blasts - In times of dire duress, Farrah has been able to direct all energy to a focal point (she's only ever done it from her hands) and expel that energy in a concentrated visible blast of raw energy. This feat, however, quickly depletes her energy stores and leaves her in a weakened state for some time until she's been able to recharge.

▼ LIMITS:

First and foremost, Farrah's powers, aside from passively storing energy, require her to consciously activate them and then stay focused enough to keep them "on". Secondly, her body can only store so much energy at any given time. There hasn't been a scientific measurement yet, but she's never gone more than 18-22 minutes maximum with her powers uninterruptedly on. This is a huge strain on her body and mind as it requires her to stay mentally focused on staying on, and while staying on is constantly consuming energy. In other words, she's good at short bursts of fighting, prolonged periods of conflict will drain her to exhaustion. Thirdly, Solar Blasts takes everything she got from concentration to energy. This level of requirement means that her other abilities (strength and durability) are off while she's charging, during, and after the blast.

▼ WEAKNESSES:

Aside from the dangers of ashing, she needs a constant flow of solar energy or she gradually becomes weaker and frail. The longest time she has gone without direct sunlight contact has been 6 days. By that mark, she experienced serious side effects such as: Liver problems, severe heartache, frail bones, lethargy, skin, hair, and eye discoloration. As well as having no spare energy to activate her powers. It's estimated that 9-12 days without any sunlight, she dies. As she absorbs solar energy, all these side effects are cured and she goes back to prime status.

If you are an opponent looking to take advantage, then the best time to pick a fight with Solaris is in the middle of the night. Her body is in a constant state of eating energy. Although during the day she can keep topped off on a regular at night, her body doesn't stop consuming energy. However, there is no sunlight to replenish said consumed energy, so there is no energy to activate her powers. In other words, come night time Solaris is just another regular human - powerless. (She still knows how to fight though, so there is that.)

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Coil: Pantheon Divided (A Modern Day Mythology/Urban-Fantasy)

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Aww, yeeeeaaaah! My CS is up! *Double Thumbs Up*

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Heya..! Sorry it took so long; I'll take the blame on that, I went to the movies and put off looking at the guild, loll. Anyway; your character has been accepted into the roleplay..!

Welcome to Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters..! -pops party poppers and throws confetti-

Our lovely GM will pop your CS across like the others soon :'3

@Vicier

Yay! -Happy Dance-

Very excited to get this party rocking. :)

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The co-GM's and I can review it over there. Hopefully we can let you know by tomorrow :)

@YoshiSkittlez

Understood. Hopefully, it's up to par.

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I posted my CS on the old thread.
Would you like me to post it here instead?

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Phew, it took me several hours, but I think I finally settled on something I can sink my teeth into. :)

Talia Deborah-Ramos

Name:
Talia Deborah Ramos

Age:
17, born December 24th, 1929

Alias:
Warp
(Doesn't have her alias as of yet)

Position in School:
Student

Appearance:

Hider

Height:
5'7"

Costume (if any):
(None as of yet)

Hider

Abilities:
♦ Teleportation Manipulation ♦

Teleportation:
Talia has the ability to teleport herself, the clothes she is wearing, and within limits a certain amount of additional mass which is in contact with her. She also demonstrates a subconscious spatial awareness, which prevents her feet from appearing underneath the solid ground or from teleporting into solid objects that would otherwise kill her instantly.
Its still currently a mystery the distance she is able to travel and what is the maximum mass that can travel with her. Although under stressful situations she has been known to be able to travel the span of several miles. With constant training and use of her ability, Talia can progressively expand the distance she is able to travel. If she were to reach her full potential, she could theoretically travel to the moon in one jump, categorizing her as a class 4 mutant.

Talia is only just discovering her abilities and as such there is still a great amount that is unknown to her. However, given the proper training and time to reach her full potential Talia will be able to perform the following sub-set abilities:

Empathic Teleportation:
Talia is able to teleport to those she has a strong bond with. Able to sense them through some subconscious awareness she can teleport to their side if within her range, even if she physically doesn't know their location.

Remote Teleportation:
The ability to teleport other people and objects away without transporting herself along with them or requiring physical contact. She can use this ability both defensively and offensively.

Partial Teleportation:
The ability to teleport parts of a target away. She can use this ability both defensively and offensively.

Portal Creation:
By concentrating all of her will power, Talia is able to expand the spatial opening that allows her to teleport into a fully-fledged portal that remains open for as long as she wills it or is able to stay conscious, given it takes a tremendous amount of energy and concentration. The portal can be utilized by anyone to teleport to the other side by simply walking through. It is ideal for when large amount of people or objects need to be transported from one location to another. It should be noted that when performing this particular ability, Talia is unable to do anything else as she is fully invested in keeping the portal open.


Skills:
An adept gymnast, swimmer, and athlete, Talia has spent the better half of her short life in gymnastic classes as well as participating in female track, boasting that she is able to run a mile in under eight minutes flat.

Being born and raised in Puerto Rico, she is fluently bilingual in Spanish and English and is currently trying her best to learn French as her third language. Talia is also quite talented at singing, given that she was forced into acting and singing lessons since the age of three by her mother.
Because of her acting background, Talia is quite adaptable and can mold herself into any situation. She has a keen sense of people around her and their distinct personalities and as such is able to tailor her own to, for the most part, fit in with just about anyone.

Although, she isn't the brightest in the school, she is able to hold her own when it comes to studies and has shown a great affinity for History, although, unfortunately the same cannot be said for mathematics - her worst and most hated subject.

Personality Traits:
"I am whatever you need me to be."
-Talia Deborah-Ramos

The entirety of Talia's character is hard to distinguish based on how often she tends to lie. At first glance, she may be seen as shallow, superficial, and fake but it is only because of the way she was raised. She is capable of convincingly portraying friendly and flirtatious, timid, vulnerable and scared when the appropriate situation arises. But for the most part she is a level-headed, strong-willed and independent young woman.

Her default personality is that of an innocent young girl, and is quite convincing in her role. But at a closer look, particularly for those of the telepathic nature, one can see through her ruse as nothing more than a facade. Most times Talia is even able to fool herself, as it is something that she has grown up doing her entirely life out of necessity and must constantly remind herself that she no longer lives in that lifestyle.

Talia has a sarcastic sense of humor, which mostly surfaces when she is around those she trust and feels comfortable being her true self with. She is very much street-smart rather than book-smart and can be quite loyal to a fault with those she call friends.

In stressful situation, she can be quite tough on herself and those around her and has been known to have a quick and short temper and tends to lash out in Spanish. Talia, however, is a good person and can be quite heroic in her own way.

Backstory:
Born to crime and drug lord, Virgilio Gonzales-Ramos, and small time stage actress, Maria Deborah, on Christmas Eve of 1929 in Ceiba, Puerto Rico. It wasn't known at the time but Talia would be the first and only child that Maria would be able to sire.

Two years after Talia's birth, a gang warfare left Maria wheelchair bound and announced the end of her short career. It was this tragic event that propelled Maria to force her dreams onto Talia and push her into the lime-light from the tender age of three. She enrolled the young infant into acting and singing classes and at the age of five she was pushed into gymnastics and dance also.

Even as a babe, Talia was lavished with the best dirty money could buy. Her father treated her as a princess and as such she lived. But all the best toys and all you can eat ice cream came at a heavy price. Virgilio was well known through Puerto Rico and Veiques for his hot temper and itchy trigger. If you didn't fit into his vision, you quickly found yourself at the butt-end of his anger. Talia learned that the hard way and quickly understood that acting wasn't just for fun anymore, but it was the very means of her survival. She was cast to play the role of her life: Daddy's Princess. It was best for her sake she didn't step off script.

By the time she was fourteen, Talia had an in-depth understanding of her father's shady business and from where their wealth came from. She had witness murder at the dinner table. She knew of the shady drug deals that happened in the back alley of the church on Sundays when she was on stage singing choir. She was aware that she always got the best deserts at every restaurant that they visited because the owners were scared shit-less of her father, and she couldn't help but notice that the police never even as much as glanced their way. But it was her job to act oblivious to it all...and so she did.

At the age of sixteen, Talia's role finally came to an end. While having dinner with her family at one of their favorite restaurants a rival gang, who had decided enough was enough, came in guns blazing as they mowed down the entire restaurant clientele. Panic gripped the young female's heart and before she knew what was happening she was sitting back in her bedroom screaming and running for cover. It wasn't until she was shaking under her bed that she realized she was no longer at the restaurant.

The next few weeks had the entire island in an uproar with the restaurant massacre. No one had an explanation as to how Talia survived but everyone simply tried to explain that she must have just blocked the traumatic event and had walked back to the house in a stupor, despite her continuous recounting of the event. After the funeral, Talia's grandmother thought it best to send the girl up to New York with her aunt and uncle for the time being, at least until things settled down in Puerto Rico and her life was no longer in immediate danger.

Talia had just lost both of her parents in the most tragic way, was being sent to live with people she hardly even knew, and to make matters worse no one would believe her when she tried to tell her side of the story. It was safe to say she felt alone and isolated, and not quite sure how to even feel. To make matter worse even though she was considered a U.S. Citizen, her Hispanic heritage didn't make her stay in New York any easier, luckily it wasn't anything compared to being an African-American.

It was during this time that she was approached by a man, Erik Lehnsherr, who claimed to believe her story, even as far fetch as it sounded. He explained that along side Charles and Logan, two other mutants, they had started a school, a sort of safe haven for people like themselves. Talia wasn't sure what to believe, but if they could help her understand why she kept appearing in her bathtub randomly throughout the day, then she was willing to give it a shot.

Other:

• As a side-effect of her teleportation, Talia is immune to telepaths while in mid-jumps given that her mind is quite literally shifting briefly out of what is perceived as reality.