Post by Alison Blaire on Feb 4, 2008 0:16:58 GMT -5
Basic Stats
Name: Alison Blaire
Codename: Dazzler
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-One
Occupation: Professional Vocalist, Singer
Place of Birth: Gardendale, New York
Place of Residence: Xavier Institute
Known Relatives:
-- Carter Blaire, Father
-- Katherine Blaire, Mother
-- Bella Blaire, Grandmother
Alliance: X-Men
Physical Stats
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 115 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Avatar: Scarlett Johansson
Abilities
Mutation:
For Alison, the genetic wheel-of-fortune gave her the "dazzling" ability to transduce sound waves into various forms of light. She can absorb any type of sound, but mostly, she prefers music, as the rather rhythmic pattern it gives off really gets her going in a fight. Her ability isn't just limited to visible light, for she's been known to convert sound into the various forms of the entire electromagnetic spectrum, which means she can range it from just simple flashes of light, to pure, solid, concussive photon blasts, or precise laser beams, which is capable of cutting through almost all materials. Due to her age, however, using her power to such an extremity leaves her in a severely weakened state after it's use. Nor does she have full control over those powerful attacks, for sometimes when she attempts them, she doesn't always get the affect she wants. Usually, she'll just get a bunch of pretty fireworks.
[Alison can store any sound that she absorbs, and while it's converted into light within her body, she can store it for future use. Her ability to convert sound into light is almost limitless, and with her ability, she can create protective force-fields which deflect, if not destroy, oncoming projectiles. It even allows her to fly, by encompassing her entire self with controlled light emissions. Once again, though, due to her age, she cannot fly for very long without getting severely weakened, but once her strength has built up in the future, she should be able to fly for miles on end. Because of her gift, Alison cannot be hurt by loud noises or extremely bright lights, due to her ability to absorb them. Finally, just recently, Alison has slowly discovered an evolution in her powers.. she's now slowly able to absorb the sound and, instead of turning it to light, emitting it back out as a pure concussive force. Not a bad deal for someone at just twenty-one.
Unfortunately for Alison, she cannot use her own vocal cords as a source for her sound. If you think about it, it makes sense, for the sound has to come from the outside, whereas her voice is generated in the larynx by her true vocal cords. On that note, Alison's power will become limited if her surrounding are devoid of any sound. While one may think this might be impossible to achieve, it can be done, merely by an excellent set of earplugs, or possibly one who has more control over sound that she does. So, in a time like that, the only source for her power would be whatever she might have stored inside of herself. Sound-proof rooms also prevent her from using her ability, but that is, of course, if she's the only one in the room. If another person or, well, an object was there, then the person could either speak, or she could make a noise with the object, no matter how insignificant it may seem.
Skills:
Obviously, Alison is known for her incredible voice. She's an experienced, 5-octave soprano, allowing her to sing extremely high notes. She's sung songs in various genres, ranging from rock -n- roll to jazz and blues. Although she's by no means the best, Alison has received quite a lot of training in the field of Martial Arts. Being with the X-Men pretty much requires one to know how to defend themselves with their own fists and feet, and ever since the age of eight, she's been enrolled in several classes which specialize in various forms of martial arts. While there are several people in the world who could beat her in a New York Minute, Alison can definitely hold her own against some thugs or possibly even a moderately leveled mutant, but if all else fails, she'll just blow them away with her actual power. Being a musician, Alison plays a very mean guitar, and just naturally adapts to all types of technology, which could be considered another skill. She's been able to hack into extremely tight security files, and she's excellent at discovering any blue prints or security systems to a certain building. While not the best, her knowledge of technology has come in handy quite a few times.
Personality:
Well, Alison's definitely an interesting young woman. With first impressions, people usually judge her as a kind, yet bold girl with, depending on the situation, quite a short temper. Mostly, Alison's friendly to people she meets on the street. If you just push one button wrong, she'll be all over you quicker than a New York minute. Alison wouldn't consider herself humorous, but her witty ways just make her so. She'll say something, and for some reason, people just think it's amusing. At times, it pisses her off. For the most part, she's usually serious about whatever she's saying, but witty phrases can be mistaken for a dry sense of humor. Granted, however, at times they are. If you just meet her, she's the type of person you'll either love or hate. There's honestly no in between, and frankly, that's the way she likes it. She feels in most relationships, there is no in between. You either like someone, or you don't. Simple, yet most people just don't understand it.
Once one gets to know her, they'll probably find her company irresistible. She's the type of person who can make anyone feel good about themselves, especially when they've run into a little problem in their personal life. She'll always defend her friends from whoever the person might be having a problem with, so yes, her way of handling those situations have been known to ruin a few friendships, but no bother. Alison doesn't need an army of friends to feel secure; she could make due with just two, possibly even one. Unlike most others, girls to be more specific, she's not one to judge on appearance or rumors. Since she is highly opinionated, she likes to decide things for herself, and not on what some other person might say. She's a very unique person for that quality, but many others don't really understand her because of it. She's also a very stubborn girl. Whenever she's in an argument or heated debate, she won't stop unless she knows she's done something productive, or gotten her point proven. Alison refuses to let the opposing force have the last word.
Well, Alison can make a powerful ally, but she makes one hell of an enemy. She's the type of person who shows no mercy what so ever. You obviously wronged her in the past, so she feels as if that same person could just as easily do it again. It's slightly ridiculous, because people can change, but with her apparent stubbornness, Alison refuses to believe that. For her, it's a "once a blankety-blank, always a blankety-blank." Although she doesn't show mercy, she's not into the whole torture thing. She has ways of making people cave which don't involve a pair of handcuffs and an ice pick. She's definitely not the type who says, "Violence is not the answer," but she doesn't necessarily go looking for it all of the time. In a fight, Alison puts her all into it, and although she hates losing, she knows when to admit defeat. She values her life more than winning a fight.
History:
Born in Gardendale, New York, Alison was the first and only child of Carter and Katherine Blaire. At the time of her birth, Alison's father was studying to become a lawyer, and Katherine performed as a jazz singer to support the newlyweds. However, when Alison was born, Carter had assumed that his wife was going to stop singing and stay home to raise Alison, Katherine had no intention of doing so, and because of that, the couple fought frequently. They went through marriage counseling to hopefully settle the issue, but it only made things worse. By the time Alison was three, her mother fled to the arms of another man, not wanting her daughter to grow up in such a strained atmosphere, which left Carter and his mother, Bella to raise the young Alison. Her father, ashamed of his wife's action, chose not to tell his daughter of why his mother left. His divorce from Katherine held an affect over him though, and emotionally, he, in a sense, "pulled away" from his daughter.
In years to come, Alison developed, much to Carter's dismay, an undying love for singing. She listened to virtually all forms of music, and found a connection with each of them. During her young teen years, Alison even took secret lessons on the guitar over at a friend's house, where her father always thought she was studying. As Alison got older, her father's intolerance for her love of music grew. He planned for her to follow in his own footsteps, and become somewhat of an academic star. Her grandmother, on the other hand, was sympathetic with Alison, and she even encouraged the young girl to pursue her creative energies. Although their relationship was somewhat strained, Alison still loved her father, and deep down, she knew that he was only doing what he thought was best for her. Nonetheless, she and her father bickered occasionally over their differences.
During her sophomore year of high school, Alison had finally decided to take a leap into singing, and she signed up to perform at her school dance. After her father learned of this, he completely forbade it, but eventually, Alison's grandmother settled things with him, and she was able to attend. Several of her classmates performed at the dance, and when the dance was at it's peak, it was her turn to perform. When she got up on stage, her classmates were completely blown away with her beautiful voice, but not long after she had starting singing, a marvelous light show began. Everyone in the crowd thought it was special affects, but Alison knew very well that it wasn't, for she could literally feel it in her veins. Fortunately, she managed to keep her cool while performing on stage. However, the success was short-lived, but not too long after her power had manifested, a gang of bikers crashed the dance.
The group began causing so much destruction, and they were even brutally attacking her classmates. The leader of the gang claimed, "the broad on stage," for himself, and at the point, her power fully manifested. A brilliant, extremely bright flash blinded everyone, which made it easy for the police to control the crowd. Everyone had, once again, assumed it was just the special affects, and that they had a power overload, but Alison knew that she had triggered the lights. After that night, she thought of herself as a freak, and she never wanted to use her abilites again. Although it was hard to suppress her powers, she managed to keep somewhat of a control over them, and was able to lead out a normal high school career. She graduated with honors from her high school, and went on to join one of the most prestigious pre-law programs in the nation.
With her growing into adulthood, she also secretly accepted her light powers, and began secretly practicing with them. At this time, she realized that the only thing she wanted to do was to become a singer. So, she dropped out of the program, and she even confronted her father, saying that she was going to pursue a career in music, with or without his blessing. Furious that his daughter had dropped out, Carter turned away from his daughter, and said she was no longer welcome at his home. Although a little hurt by her father's anger, she knew that this was the right choice for her. Within the next few months, Alison struggled to even be able to keep a cracking roof over her head. Despite her love of singing, she had turned into somewhat of a super-hero; using her abilites to help fight crime in New York. She also landed only minor gigs at night clubs and lounges, but her light show proved to attract quite the crowd, seeing as how the lights perfectly matched the emotion she was singing about. Luckily, for her, a manager was at one of her performances, and he confronted her after a show that she done. Within the next few weeks, she had signed on with his record company.
When he asked how she had done the lightshow, she became defensive, but ultimately, she knew that she had to tell him. To her suprise, the man was very accepting, and he agreed to keep it a secret. At this time, only her closest friends knew of her ability. Not long after her sign on with the company, Alison, who called herself, "The Dazzler," was selling millions of her first, self-titled album. She grew to be a huge success, lodging herself within the hearts of various age groups all over the United States. Everyone assumed that her light shows were all special affects, and only the closest to her knew about her ability, but... no secret lasts forever. Somehow, someone on the inside leaked to the media about her abilites with a huge payoff, and during this time period, mutants were practically despised by the public. She became the target of criticism and rage, and attempts were even made on her life. For her own safety, Alison moved to the Xavier Institute, a safe haven for mutants. She had met the X-Men before, when they had been at one of her concerts in search for another mutant, but there was a showdown with the brotherhood, and Alison helped the X-Men save the young girl. It's been almost a year now since she moved to the Institute, and as of right now, she's happy where she is. She still continues to sing and to write songs, but rarely does she ever perform them for other people.
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Trapped. In every sense of the word. Darkness was encompassing her entire being, yet it was moving in slow motion. She could feel the heat getting closer, and even though her eyes were closed, the faintest shadow of an amber tint danced across her eyelids. Her skin was drying out.. she could almost feel the individual cells as they cracked like fresh eggs hitting the pavement. Her long, ratted out hair was flattened on her back as she held herself tightly against the rotting side of the barn, with her frail arms folded crushingly over her knees. If she couldn't see him, maybe he'd go away. If he just wouldn't touch her… then maybe she could pretend like this wasn’t happening. Tears stung the inside of her eyes. No… she wouldn’t let them fall. That was weakness. She had to be strong. For her family… for her sanity… god, she couldn’t falter. Her arms squeezed tighter around her petite form. It felt as if she were to squeeze any harder, her bones would snap like rotted toothpicks. The pain, however, wasn’t anything compared to the fear that was rising inside of her body. Not only did she have the fear of the man, but the fear of her whole world caving in around her. Why was she feeling like this? What was driving her so mad? A soft cry escaped from her mouth, and she could literally sense the man’s body getting closer and closer to her own. She pushed herself even further against the wall, but deep down, she knew it wasn’t going anywhere.
His breath was hot and fierce on her cheek. Although her eyes were tightly shut, Wanda could still see the man’s sly, satanic smirk that he so often flashed at her. On this night, however, it wasn’t just a smile that he planned to give her. “Little girl,” the man cooed callously, his rough hands gripping her arms tightly. “Come on, little girl… I just want to play.” Once again, the tears welled in her eyes, but Wanda held them back. Slowly, her body began to shake. The fear was inescapable… it was here. Suggestively, the man’s hands reached down to the hem of her shirt. Ever so slowly, he started to lift, but as he did, the fear suddenly grew into something larger. It hit her like a tidal wave, and as it did.. her eyes flew open. She felt something surge within her body, something that she had never experienced before. Power. She realized now. This was all about power. She has it… and they don’t. Her eyes suddenly shifted to meet that of the man’s, and Wanda’s fierce expression obviously startled him, for his hands immediately retracted. She felt the power surge to her hands, and in one swift movement, she unfolded her arms, and pushed against the man with all of her might. Instead of merely stumbling backwards, the man was simply gone. A small pile of ash was left where he was crouching, but Wanda knew she hadn’t killed him. Instead, she felt another pain. Her eyes instantly shifted to the fire, now roaring just across the way. Inside, she could hear her mother’s screams of agony.
A sudden shock awoke Wanda in her dorm room. Her breath came short and shallow, and jaggedly, her head moved around to observe her surroundings. A minute later, a sigh was released from her lips. She was back in her dorm-room at Gotham Academy. Attempting to regain her breath, Wanda laid back down on her bed. She raised her hand to her head, and instantly, she pulled it back. Her skin felt as if it were on fire. Once again, she rose up in the sweat-soaked sheets, and after pulling them back, she stood in the room. Her eyes drifted over to her roommate, who apparently remained in her slumber, even though Wanda had probably been close to screaming in her dream. Releasing another short sigh, she grabbed a fresh towel and cloth from within her closet, and as quietly as possible, she headed down to the bathroom. The halls were deserted.. and not surprisingly so, seeing as how it was almost two in the morning. Granted, not everyone was asleep, but mostly everyone was in their rooms. Just the memory of where it was took Wanda to the bathroom, for her mind was somewhere else entirely. Her dreams were never that bad. This time, when she had awoke, it felt as if her head was going to explode. Luckily, it hadn't, but she was still ready to rip out her own hair. Once in the bathroom, she immediately discarded her pajamas, not bothering to wait until she was in a secluded area.
Leaving her clothes strewn across the bathroom floor, she stepped into one of the showers. Once the water was one, she felt a little of the physical pressure finally be released. Bracing one hand on the wall in front of her, she exhaled with a heavy sigh as the hot water beat down over her form. Then, they came. silent tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the water from the shower. It was hard to tell what was coming from the faucet, and what was coming from her eyes. After letting the wather release some of the tension from her body, Wanda washed herself, but not for the purpose of getting physically clean. She thought that if she used enough soap, and if she scrubbed hard enough, that maybe, the filth from her dream would wash away. Her skin became somewhat raw, and took on a pinkish tint. She gave up after a while, and finally, she stepped out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around her torso, Wanda made her way back toward the front of the bathroom, where the sinks and mirrors were located. Wiping away the steam which had collected on the glass, she took a long look at her reflection. Her eyes were a little pink from crying, but for the most part, her face looked fresh. It looked relaxed. Suddenly, her face twisted into a snarl of rage, and clenching a fist tight enough to puncture her own skin, she shot her hand foreward, and listened to the gratifying sound of her fist striking the glass.
But it didn't stop there. As soon as her fist had shattered the mirror in front of her, a ripple of energy went flying out in all directions, shattering all the rest of the mirrors. The walls shook violently, and she looked around her as cracks formed in the linoleum. All of the showers had switched on, and the toilets and sinks were somehow everyflowing with water. The lighting flickered, struggling against her power to stay on. For one brief second, Wanda felt relief. The pain in her hand was overwhelming, and as she looked down upon it, little shards of glass were protruding from it. Blood trickled down over the sides like spilled milk. And then, the feeling went away. All she was left with was mass confusion, and a feeling of insanity. She collapsed to the floor, landing in a graveyard of shards of broken glass, cracked linoleum, and a significant amount of water. Her eyes were wide, but no tears formed. Surprising, actually. And then, just as easily as she'd walked through the door, she stood up. The chaos around her subsided, but the remains were still scattered all over the floors and walls. Instead of immediately trying to clean up, Wanda calmly walked toward the door, holding the soaked towel around her form. Gently, she made her way to her room, leaving a wet trail of water and a little blood as she walked back toward her room.
Once there, she let her hair and body dry, and after she carefully wrapped up her damaged hand, she changed into a dark red sports bra, a pair of black track pants, and some tennis shoes. Se pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, and without giving the situation in the bathroom a second thought, she left her room, and made her way toward the Game Complex. It probably wouldn't be open, but she could find a way in. Wanda was greatly anticipating her run. It was the one thing that could truly clear her mind, the one thing she could due that would make all of her troubles go away. Running to her was pure freedom, or it at least gave the illusion of it. As she made her way toward the complex, she started off at a jog. After a while, she graduated to a run, and within a short amount of time, she reached the complex. Stopping at the locked gate, Wanda just merely snapped her fingers, the door wiggled loose. Once inside, she stood at the beginning of the track, and smiled. She took in the beauty for a few moments, and then, without further delay, she started running. She got lost in the freedom that, as she was running, she didn't see nor hear the sound of someone else approaching the complex, and she didn't stop until a voice was heard, coming at her through the night air.
Player Information:
Name: Abby [formerly Val]
Age: Twenty-One
Contact Information: goodbye.wonderland@gmail.com
Other Characters: ----
Name: Alison Blaire
Codename: Dazzler
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-One
Occupation: Professional Vocalist, Singer
Place of Birth: Gardendale, New York
Place of Residence: Xavier Institute
Known Relatives:
-- Carter Blaire, Father
-- Katherine Blaire, Mother
-- Bella Blaire, Grandmother
Alliance: X-Men
Physical Stats
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 115 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Avatar: Scarlett Johansson
Abilities
Mutation:
For Alison, the genetic wheel-of-fortune gave her the "dazzling" ability to transduce sound waves into various forms of light. She can absorb any type of sound, but mostly, she prefers music, as the rather rhythmic pattern it gives off really gets her going in a fight. Her ability isn't just limited to visible light, for she's been known to convert sound into the various forms of the entire electromagnetic spectrum, which means she can range it from just simple flashes of light, to pure, solid, concussive photon blasts, or precise laser beams, which is capable of cutting through almost all materials. Due to her age, however, using her power to such an extremity leaves her in a severely weakened state after it's use. Nor does she have full control over those powerful attacks, for sometimes when she attempts them, she doesn't always get the affect she wants. Usually, she'll just get a bunch of pretty fireworks.
[Alison can store any sound that she absorbs, and while it's converted into light within her body, she can store it for future use. Her ability to convert sound into light is almost limitless, and with her ability, she can create protective force-fields which deflect, if not destroy, oncoming projectiles. It even allows her to fly, by encompassing her entire self with controlled light emissions. Once again, though, due to her age, she cannot fly for very long without getting severely weakened, but once her strength has built up in the future, she should be able to fly for miles on end. Because of her gift, Alison cannot be hurt by loud noises or extremely bright lights, due to her ability to absorb them. Finally, just recently, Alison has slowly discovered an evolution in her powers.. she's now slowly able to absorb the sound and, instead of turning it to light, emitting it back out as a pure concussive force. Not a bad deal for someone at just twenty-one.
Unfortunately for Alison, she cannot use her own vocal cords as a source for her sound. If you think about it, it makes sense, for the sound has to come from the outside, whereas her voice is generated in the larynx by her true vocal cords. On that note, Alison's power will become limited if her surrounding are devoid of any sound. While one may think this might be impossible to achieve, it can be done, merely by an excellent set of earplugs, or possibly one who has more control over sound that she does. So, in a time like that, the only source for her power would be whatever she might have stored inside of herself. Sound-proof rooms also prevent her from using her ability, but that is, of course, if she's the only one in the room. If another person or, well, an object was there, then the person could either speak, or she could make a noise with the object, no matter how insignificant it may seem.
Skills:
Obviously, Alison is known for her incredible voice. She's an experienced, 5-octave soprano, allowing her to sing extremely high notes. She's sung songs in various genres, ranging from rock -n- roll to jazz and blues. Although she's by no means the best, Alison has received quite a lot of training in the field of Martial Arts. Being with the X-Men pretty much requires one to know how to defend themselves with their own fists and feet, and ever since the age of eight, she's been enrolled in several classes which specialize in various forms of martial arts. While there are several people in the world who could beat her in a New York Minute, Alison can definitely hold her own against some thugs or possibly even a moderately leveled mutant, but if all else fails, she'll just blow them away with her actual power. Being a musician, Alison plays a very mean guitar, and just naturally adapts to all types of technology, which could be considered another skill. She's been able to hack into extremely tight security files, and she's excellent at discovering any blue prints or security systems to a certain building. While not the best, her knowledge of technology has come in handy quite a few times.
Personality:
Well, Alison's definitely an interesting young woman. With first impressions, people usually judge her as a kind, yet bold girl with, depending on the situation, quite a short temper. Mostly, Alison's friendly to people she meets on the street. If you just push one button wrong, she'll be all over you quicker than a New York minute. Alison wouldn't consider herself humorous, but her witty ways just make her so. She'll say something, and for some reason, people just think it's amusing. At times, it pisses her off. For the most part, she's usually serious about whatever she's saying, but witty phrases can be mistaken for a dry sense of humor. Granted, however, at times they are. If you just meet her, she's the type of person you'll either love or hate. There's honestly no in between, and frankly, that's the way she likes it. She feels in most relationships, there is no in between. You either like someone, or you don't. Simple, yet most people just don't understand it.
Once one gets to know her, they'll probably find her company irresistible. She's the type of person who can make anyone feel good about themselves, especially when they've run into a little problem in their personal life. She'll always defend her friends from whoever the person might be having a problem with, so yes, her way of handling those situations have been known to ruin a few friendships, but no bother. Alison doesn't need an army of friends to feel secure; she could make due with just two, possibly even one. Unlike most others, girls to be more specific, she's not one to judge on appearance or rumors. Since she is highly opinionated, she likes to decide things for herself, and not on what some other person might say. She's a very unique person for that quality, but many others don't really understand her because of it. She's also a very stubborn girl. Whenever she's in an argument or heated debate, she won't stop unless she knows she's done something productive, or gotten her point proven. Alison refuses to let the opposing force have the last word.
Well, Alison can make a powerful ally, but she makes one hell of an enemy. She's the type of person who shows no mercy what so ever. You obviously wronged her in the past, so she feels as if that same person could just as easily do it again. It's slightly ridiculous, because people can change, but with her apparent stubbornness, Alison refuses to believe that. For her, it's a "once a blankety-blank, always a blankety-blank." Although she doesn't show mercy, she's not into the whole torture thing. She has ways of making people cave which don't involve a pair of handcuffs and an ice pick. She's definitely not the type who says, "Violence is not the answer," but she doesn't necessarily go looking for it all of the time. In a fight, Alison puts her all into it, and although she hates losing, she knows when to admit defeat. She values her life more than winning a fight.
History:
Born in Gardendale, New York, Alison was the first and only child of Carter and Katherine Blaire. At the time of her birth, Alison's father was studying to become a lawyer, and Katherine performed as a jazz singer to support the newlyweds. However, when Alison was born, Carter had assumed that his wife was going to stop singing and stay home to raise Alison, Katherine had no intention of doing so, and because of that, the couple fought frequently. They went through marriage counseling to hopefully settle the issue, but it only made things worse. By the time Alison was three, her mother fled to the arms of another man, not wanting her daughter to grow up in such a strained atmosphere, which left Carter and his mother, Bella to raise the young Alison. Her father, ashamed of his wife's action, chose not to tell his daughter of why his mother left. His divorce from Katherine held an affect over him though, and emotionally, he, in a sense, "pulled away" from his daughter.
In years to come, Alison developed, much to Carter's dismay, an undying love for singing. She listened to virtually all forms of music, and found a connection with each of them. During her young teen years, Alison even took secret lessons on the guitar over at a friend's house, where her father always thought she was studying. As Alison got older, her father's intolerance for her love of music grew. He planned for her to follow in his own footsteps, and become somewhat of an academic star. Her grandmother, on the other hand, was sympathetic with Alison, and she even encouraged the young girl to pursue her creative energies. Although their relationship was somewhat strained, Alison still loved her father, and deep down, she knew that he was only doing what he thought was best for her. Nonetheless, she and her father bickered occasionally over their differences.
During her sophomore year of high school, Alison had finally decided to take a leap into singing, and she signed up to perform at her school dance. After her father learned of this, he completely forbade it, but eventually, Alison's grandmother settled things with him, and she was able to attend. Several of her classmates performed at the dance, and when the dance was at it's peak, it was her turn to perform. When she got up on stage, her classmates were completely blown away with her beautiful voice, but not long after she had starting singing, a marvelous light show began. Everyone in the crowd thought it was special affects, but Alison knew very well that it wasn't, for she could literally feel it in her veins. Fortunately, she managed to keep her cool while performing on stage. However, the success was short-lived, but not too long after her power had manifested, a gang of bikers crashed the dance.
The group began causing so much destruction, and they were even brutally attacking her classmates. The leader of the gang claimed, "the broad on stage," for himself, and at the point, her power fully manifested. A brilliant, extremely bright flash blinded everyone, which made it easy for the police to control the crowd. Everyone had, once again, assumed it was just the special affects, and that they had a power overload, but Alison knew that she had triggered the lights. After that night, she thought of herself as a freak, and she never wanted to use her abilites again. Although it was hard to suppress her powers, she managed to keep somewhat of a control over them, and was able to lead out a normal high school career. She graduated with honors from her high school, and went on to join one of the most prestigious pre-law programs in the nation.
With her growing into adulthood, she also secretly accepted her light powers, and began secretly practicing with them. At this time, she realized that the only thing she wanted to do was to become a singer. So, she dropped out of the program, and she even confronted her father, saying that she was going to pursue a career in music, with or without his blessing. Furious that his daughter had dropped out, Carter turned away from his daughter, and said she was no longer welcome at his home. Although a little hurt by her father's anger, she knew that this was the right choice for her. Within the next few months, Alison struggled to even be able to keep a cracking roof over her head. Despite her love of singing, she had turned into somewhat of a super-hero; using her abilites to help fight crime in New York. She also landed only minor gigs at night clubs and lounges, but her light show proved to attract quite the crowd, seeing as how the lights perfectly matched the emotion she was singing about. Luckily, for her, a manager was at one of her performances, and he confronted her after a show that she done. Within the next few weeks, she had signed on with his record company.
When he asked how she had done the lightshow, she became defensive, but ultimately, she knew that she had to tell him. To her suprise, the man was very accepting, and he agreed to keep it a secret. At this time, only her closest friends knew of her ability. Not long after her sign on with the company, Alison, who called herself, "The Dazzler," was selling millions of her first, self-titled album. She grew to be a huge success, lodging herself within the hearts of various age groups all over the United States. Everyone assumed that her light shows were all special affects, and only the closest to her knew about her ability, but... no secret lasts forever. Somehow, someone on the inside leaked to the media about her abilites with a huge payoff, and during this time period, mutants were practically despised by the public. She became the target of criticism and rage, and attempts were even made on her life. For her own safety, Alison moved to the Xavier Institute, a safe haven for mutants. She had met the X-Men before, when they had been at one of her concerts in search for another mutant, but there was a showdown with the brotherhood, and Alison helped the X-Men save the young girl. It's been almost a year now since she moved to the Institute, and as of right now, she's happy where she is. She still continues to sing and to write songs, but rarely does she ever perform them for other people.
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Trapped. In every sense of the word. Darkness was encompassing her entire being, yet it was moving in slow motion. She could feel the heat getting closer, and even though her eyes were closed, the faintest shadow of an amber tint danced across her eyelids. Her skin was drying out.. she could almost feel the individual cells as they cracked like fresh eggs hitting the pavement. Her long, ratted out hair was flattened on her back as she held herself tightly against the rotting side of the barn, with her frail arms folded crushingly over her knees. If she couldn't see him, maybe he'd go away. If he just wouldn't touch her… then maybe she could pretend like this wasn’t happening. Tears stung the inside of her eyes. No… she wouldn’t let them fall. That was weakness. She had to be strong. For her family… for her sanity… god, she couldn’t falter. Her arms squeezed tighter around her petite form. It felt as if she were to squeeze any harder, her bones would snap like rotted toothpicks. The pain, however, wasn’t anything compared to the fear that was rising inside of her body. Not only did she have the fear of the man, but the fear of her whole world caving in around her. Why was she feeling like this? What was driving her so mad? A soft cry escaped from her mouth, and she could literally sense the man’s body getting closer and closer to her own. She pushed herself even further against the wall, but deep down, she knew it wasn’t going anywhere.
His breath was hot and fierce on her cheek. Although her eyes were tightly shut, Wanda could still see the man’s sly, satanic smirk that he so often flashed at her. On this night, however, it wasn’t just a smile that he planned to give her. “Little girl,” the man cooed callously, his rough hands gripping her arms tightly. “Come on, little girl… I just want to play.” Once again, the tears welled in her eyes, but Wanda held them back. Slowly, her body began to shake. The fear was inescapable… it was here. Suggestively, the man’s hands reached down to the hem of her shirt. Ever so slowly, he started to lift, but as he did, the fear suddenly grew into something larger. It hit her like a tidal wave, and as it did.. her eyes flew open. She felt something surge within her body, something that she had never experienced before. Power. She realized now. This was all about power. She has it… and they don’t. Her eyes suddenly shifted to meet that of the man’s, and Wanda’s fierce expression obviously startled him, for his hands immediately retracted. She felt the power surge to her hands, and in one swift movement, she unfolded her arms, and pushed against the man with all of her might. Instead of merely stumbling backwards, the man was simply gone. A small pile of ash was left where he was crouching, but Wanda knew she hadn’t killed him. Instead, she felt another pain. Her eyes instantly shifted to the fire, now roaring just across the way. Inside, she could hear her mother’s screams of agony.
A sudden shock awoke Wanda in her dorm room. Her breath came short and shallow, and jaggedly, her head moved around to observe her surroundings. A minute later, a sigh was released from her lips. She was back in her dorm-room at Gotham Academy. Attempting to regain her breath, Wanda laid back down on her bed. She raised her hand to her head, and instantly, she pulled it back. Her skin felt as if it were on fire. Once again, she rose up in the sweat-soaked sheets, and after pulling them back, she stood in the room. Her eyes drifted over to her roommate, who apparently remained in her slumber, even though Wanda had probably been close to screaming in her dream. Releasing another short sigh, she grabbed a fresh towel and cloth from within her closet, and as quietly as possible, she headed down to the bathroom. The halls were deserted.. and not surprisingly so, seeing as how it was almost two in the morning. Granted, not everyone was asleep, but mostly everyone was in their rooms. Just the memory of where it was took Wanda to the bathroom, for her mind was somewhere else entirely. Her dreams were never that bad. This time, when she had awoke, it felt as if her head was going to explode. Luckily, it hadn't, but she was still ready to rip out her own hair. Once in the bathroom, she immediately discarded her pajamas, not bothering to wait until she was in a secluded area.
Leaving her clothes strewn across the bathroom floor, she stepped into one of the showers. Once the water was one, she felt a little of the physical pressure finally be released. Bracing one hand on the wall in front of her, she exhaled with a heavy sigh as the hot water beat down over her form. Then, they came. silent tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the water from the shower. It was hard to tell what was coming from the faucet, and what was coming from her eyes. After letting the wather release some of the tension from her body, Wanda washed herself, but not for the purpose of getting physically clean. She thought that if she used enough soap, and if she scrubbed hard enough, that maybe, the filth from her dream would wash away. Her skin became somewhat raw, and took on a pinkish tint. She gave up after a while, and finally, she stepped out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around her torso, Wanda made her way back toward the front of the bathroom, where the sinks and mirrors were located. Wiping away the steam which had collected on the glass, she took a long look at her reflection. Her eyes were a little pink from crying, but for the most part, her face looked fresh. It looked relaxed. Suddenly, her face twisted into a snarl of rage, and clenching a fist tight enough to puncture her own skin, she shot her hand foreward, and listened to the gratifying sound of her fist striking the glass.
But it didn't stop there. As soon as her fist had shattered the mirror in front of her, a ripple of energy went flying out in all directions, shattering all the rest of the mirrors. The walls shook violently, and she looked around her as cracks formed in the linoleum. All of the showers had switched on, and the toilets and sinks were somehow everyflowing with water. The lighting flickered, struggling against her power to stay on. For one brief second, Wanda felt relief. The pain in her hand was overwhelming, and as she looked down upon it, little shards of glass were protruding from it. Blood trickled down over the sides like spilled milk. And then, the feeling went away. All she was left with was mass confusion, and a feeling of insanity. She collapsed to the floor, landing in a graveyard of shards of broken glass, cracked linoleum, and a significant amount of water. Her eyes were wide, but no tears formed. Surprising, actually. And then, just as easily as she'd walked through the door, she stood up. The chaos around her subsided, but the remains were still scattered all over the floors and walls. Instead of immediately trying to clean up, Wanda calmly walked toward the door, holding the soaked towel around her form. Gently, she made her way to her room, leaving a wet trail of water and a little blood as she walked back toward her room.
Once there, she let her hair and body dry, and after she carefully wrapped up her damaged hand, she changed into a dark red sports bra, a pair of black track pants, and some tennis shoes. Se pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, and without giving the situation in the bathroom a second thought, she left her room, and made her way toward the Game Complex. It probably wouldn't be open, but she could find a way in. Wanda was greatly anticipating her run. It was the one thing that could truly clear her mind, the one thing she could due that would make all of her troubles go away. Running to her was pure freedom, or it at least gave the illusion of it. As she made her way toward the complex, she started off at a jog. After a while, she graduated to a run, and within a short amount of time, she reached the complex. Stopping at the locked gate, Wanda just merely snapped her fingers, the door wiggled loose. Once inside, she stood at the beginning of the track, and smiled. She took in the beauty for a few moments, and then, without further delay, she started running. She got lost in the freedom that, as she was running, she didn't see nor hear the sound of someone else approaching the complex, and she didn't stop until a voice was heard, coming at her through the night air.
Player Information:
Name: Abby [formerly Val]
Age: Twenty-One
Contact Information: goodbye.wonderland@gmail.com
Other Characters: ----