Post by mars on Jan 24, 2013 21:02:29 GMT -5
DON’T WANNA LIVE
CYNTHIA LAVIE SILVER
- Name: Cynthia Silver
- Alias: Cyn, Cynthie
- Age: 15
- Gender: Female
- Species: Mutant
- Codename: N/A at the moment ;; Not Known
- Faction: N/A
- Play by (optional): Mars
IN FEAR AND LOATHING
- Personality:
Cynthia is an odd, quiet girl. She is mute and does not speak-- for she cannot. She may occasionally use sign language to communicate, but there are times where she uses writing or telepathy to communicate as well. She is timid, scared, and emotionally unstable. All in all, one could say that Cynthia really needs some help on a psychological scale.
She is frightened of many things-- violence being one of them due to a burdened past-- and has issues with commitment and abandonment. She doesn’t believe in “love”, and is actually frightened of the fact, although she craves for attention of the sort. When someone is kind to her, Cynthia often becomes sort of… attached to them, in a sense. She may attempt to follow them if possible—at a distance, of course—but at the same time, her sense of hope that maybe someone has accepted her is burdened by fear of rejection.
Cynthia can be intimidating because of her silence; she rarely shows emotion. Her face remains the same almost all the time, and she moves very slowly and lethargically-- as if she has absolutely no energy. It’s hard to bring a smile out of the girl. She is very easily manipulated and naïve. Cynthia has a low self esteem, and is very hard on herself when she does something wrong. She doesn’t trust easily, and she has an incredibly hard time showing her emotions to people.
- Likes: “Gerald” the Teddy Bear, Toys, Nice People, Sweet Treats, Animals
- Dislikes: Rain, Mean People, Yelling, Violence, Alcohol
- Appearance:
Cynthia is an awkwardly lanky young teen. Her wavy blonde hair falls to her mid-back, and her eyes are a surprisingly bright pink—almost red. She stands at about 5’ 2”. Because she has very, very limited wardrobe, Cynthia wears ripped clothing that she finds a majority of the time.
Her favorite {or most worn} outfit is a slightly ripped white and pink striped shirt, grey jeans, and ripped pinstripe leggings. She wears rough-looking pink sneakers with white trimming. She has surprisingly pale skin.
- Distinguishing Features:
Ripped clothing ;; bright pink eyes.
- Equipment:
“Gerald” the Teddy Bear
I WANNA FEEL LIKE I AM FLOATING
- Mother: Alexandria Garnet Withers {Silver} – DECEASED
- Father: Jack Handel Silver – 38 – ALIVE
- Siblings: N/A ; Cynthia is an only child.
- Other Family members: None that she is aware of.
INSTEAD OF CONSTANTLY EXPLODING
- Powers:
TELEPATHY:
Her mother carried this power—pray tell, she did not have the power—but she carried the gene for it. It ran in the family—her grandfather possessed this power at one time. It seems almost convenient that mute little Cynthia was the one who would activate this power. She normally uses this power when she is possessing the body of Gerald, or talking to her “friends” that she animates. When speaking telepathically, her ‘voice’ is very quiet and timid.
ANIMATION:
She possesses the power to animate objects, much like her late mother, which she uses by touching the object. The objects that she animates gain a “mind” of their own to an extent. She often animates random things that she may find—usually toys with some sort of potential for moving about. She plays with these toys and talks to them like “friends” for as long as the power lasts—which is a surprisingly short amount of time estimated to about 5 minutes or so. This power also takes a lot out of her.
OBJECT POSSESSION:
Object possession is perhaps the power that Cynthia has used the most. “Gerald” is also her play toy for this power. It was another power that her mother carried the gene for. She often practices object possession on “Gerald” and other toys that she may find. She wobbles around in their bodies—practices moving and manipulating limbs, testing her limits. This is her most practiced power, but she is still inexperienced in using it. Her object possession lasts for a longer period of time than her animation does; occasionally, Cynthia will find herself literally STUCK in the body of the object she has possessed with no way out. She sometimes spends days stuck within “Gerald” the bear, hoping for the best until she finds a way to get out.
- Weaknesses:
**ALL:
Her powers are unstable and she’s unsure how to control them or use them to their fullest. Cynthia has never had proper mentoring in using her powers—she simply uses trial and error.
**ANIMATION:
Her animation powers only last for a short period of time and quickly wear down her energy when she uses them. She has fainted before from using the power too often.
Whether the animated object will cause trouble, or be a harmless thing is completely random. Cynthia has been hurt before by things she’s animated, and their actions can be completely unpredictable. More often than not however, the animation will be mostly harmless.
** OBJECT POSSESSION:
Cynthia, as an inexperienced possessor, often becomes STUCK in the object she’s possessing.
Some objects that she possesses cannot move, and she cannot make them move.
She can be forced out if the object has life or a mind of some sort, or through exorcism.
** OTHER:
Naïve, and easily manipulated.
She cannot focus her powers at all if she is emotionally distressed – in fact, they appear to “gain a mind of their own” and unleash her potential at a chaotic full, which often physically hurts Cynthia in the process.
- Skills:
Sign Language
- History:
Cynthia was born to Alexandria && Jack Silver in a hospital just miles from her urban home. She was declared mute at the age of two, when her parents took her to the doctor for a sore throat. They found just a little more than that. From then on, she learned how to speak in sign language—how to write notes, etc. Any sort of communication that would help her in the future. She discovered her powers a few years later—at the age of six.
Which her mother told her to never use in front of her father. Ironically, Jack Silver loathed mutants—which, both his wife and daughter happened to be, and he was unknown to this fact. So, hide her powers Cynthia did. She used them only when she knew her father wasn’t home, and took ‘lessons’ from her mother, who possessed one of the powers that she did. The lessons didn’t last long, however.
Months later, Cynthia’s mother died instantly in a car crash—leaving her to her father. Things were okay for awhile after the funeral—but then father started drinking. Cynthia was startled at the change this caused in her father. He often yelled and stumbled about when he was drunk—knocking things over and making a mess, but that was the extent of it. Sometimes he would bring a lady home.
At age eight, everything started changing. Her father came staggering through the door, drunk off his rocker and screeching about who knew what. Cynthia did her best to calm him down—and made the mistake of speaking to him through telepathy. The look on her father’s horrified, angered face was one she would never forget, one she’d always be haunted by.
It was the first night he’d hurt her, physically, but certainly not the last. She became the object of her father’s loathing—his strange, mute, mutant daughter. He dared her to use her powers, yelled at her for being a freak, asking why he ever loved her. His words, his actions, and his endless taunting took a huge psychological toll on her. She became scared of yelling, scared of being touched—and just… Scared. Her father hated her—so everyone else must hate her as well.
She put up with the verbal and physical trauma until she was fourteen; when one particularly loud and screaming night, the neighbors called the cops. They burst through the doors to a drunk father and a bruised daughter, out cold on the floor. Her father went to jail, while Cynthia went to Social Services. With no living relatives to be found on her mother’s side—and her father’s side refusing to take in a “mutant”, they decided she was to go to foster care.
Cynthia had other plans. She ran off—simply ran away scared. What if they were like father? Who would take in a mutant like her? Who would show her affection? She thought she was loved once, she was wrong. It wouldn’t happen again. Not with anyone else.
She currently lives in a creaky old house on the outskirts of town that has yet to be demolished—technically homeless and hiding from Social Services and the world.
IN FEAR AND LOATHING
- Your name: Mars
- Years of experience Roleplaying: 6-8 Years? I have no idea haha.
- Where did you find the Heroes of Tomorrow?: Yankees. :B
- Name of Song you choose: Fear and Loathing– Marina & The Diamonds
- Roleplaying Sample:
She fell to the ground, bleeding heavily. The life goddess, defeated. Jezzalee lowered her head, maw open as she tried to gasp for air. No, no, no… This couldn’t be. The white wolfess wheezed, choking out a yelp when a heavy weight pushed her head into the floor. The once beautiful goddess turned her gaze upwards. Her white fur stained with crimson, her wings torn—and the black wolf standing over her.
He smiled, lowering his head to whisper in her ear—“It’s over, Jezzalee. I win. I knew I always would. Look where you are now… Helpless… At my mercy…” Cold black eyes glimmered with satisfaction at her defeat.
The wolfess struggled to lift her head—but the weight brought about by his paw was too much. She inhaled sharply, forcing out the words she struggled to say. “Well done, Akarin. But this… This is not the end—“ she wheezed, struggling to control her voice through her desperate fight for breath—for life. “—it’s not over.”
“Look, Jezzalee!” Akarin lifted his paw from her head and tilted her chin upwards. The crimson stained wolfess was forced to comply. She looked at the bodies of the other gods lying on the tile flooring—windows shattered, doors busted, guards lying dead on the ground. Jezzalee choked out a sob just before Akarin pulled his paw suddenly from beneath her and let her fall back to the ground. “It’s over.” He stated, turning his back to her.
“But you forget,” wheezed the wolfess. Akarin paused, his ears swiveling backwards momentarily. “We were not the original gods, and we will not be the last. In this… In this kingdom that you shall rule, they will be chosen again.” Jezzalee inhaled sharply for air. “I will be replaced by one more powerful, Akarin. She will bear my symbol. Fear for that symbol, oh god of death.”
Akarin turned his head to face the crimson-stained wolfess as she struggled to lift her head, her bright blue eyes gazing back into his black. “For she...will be the end of you.”
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