Post by Megan Gwynn on Jan 31, 2008 18:08:02 GMT -5
Basic Stats
Name: Megan Gwynn
Codename: Pixie
Gender: Female
Age: 15 1/2
Occupation: Student
Place of Birth: Wales
Place of Residence: Xavier Mansion
Known Relatives: Michael Gwynn, Rachel Gwynn
Alliance: X-Men
Physical Stats
Height: 4'11
Weight: 91 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Pink
Avatar: Alison Lohman
Abilities
Mutation: Meg's mutation consists of insect like wings sprouting from her back and the ability to generate a hallucinogen self labeled 'Pixie Dust'. The wings that usually sport a translucent rainbow color can change with her mood or surroundings. The two pairs of wings resemble those of insects in the way they are made up of hollowed 'veins' giving structure to the thin membrane that makes up most of each segment. Each pair of her wings are operated independently, giving her more agility and allowing her to change direction and speed fairly abruptly. They are also connected in such a way that they can be folded down along her back. Wearing a hooded sweatshirt or other form of baggy wear, she can pass in public with no sign of her wings showing, but she usually customizes her shirts with small slits in the back or sticks to tank tops around the mansion.
Unlike the wings of a bird, or X-Men member 'Angel', Pixie's wings aren't designed for power or heavy lifting and if exposed to a strong gust of wind she can be blown off course. Their structure, while strong is still susceptible to tearing and being broken off completely. Small tears and partial breaks are able to heal within a few hours as long as Megan isn't completely exhausted. Major losses can take up to a day or two depending on the damage. Note: Although these injuries are possible, they're aren't very common. Megan's wings are very flexible and breaking one would require a large amount of force or someone with more strength than the average 5'10 man to physically grab one of the four sections and decimate it. Day to day tugging, pulling, hitting and collisions wont hurt them.
The 'Pixie Dust' portion of Megan's ability is generated on demand or usually as a defensive measure. Much like an octopus and it's ink, her dust is thought to be strictly a way of distracting her enemy and allowing her to make a hasty getaway. The dust usually produces comical hallucinations, including pink elephants, multicolored bubbles, teddy bears or even mythical creatures such as actual pixies. Once, as Logan was dusted he came to see a heard of unicorn, then continued to tear them all apart. He then opted for her to never dust him again.
Though the hallucinations seem to match Megan's upbeat personality in an over dramatized and harmless way, since she had no real control over what the person exposed is seeing, she has tended to avoid using it.
Skills: Although it wouldn't be your first guess when meeting Megan, she is incredibly smart. She has a huge amount of just plain common sense and a high interest in trivial information. Her specialties include biology, chemistry, a fair amount of physics and teen show dramas. She also possesses a certain type of charm that only those who have a green monster on their shoulder can ignore.
Personality: Being driven mostly by the energy of those around her, she can't exist without friends, which is fair enough for her because she seems to be able to make them anywhere. This factor to her also is the cause for her seeming mood swings. If she is in a room filled with friends, having a good time, she is the center of attention, making a joke or propelling the fun on with ideas or comments that put everyone at ease. With her carefree attitude it is almost impossible to bring out her own 'bad' side. Unless of course you mess with one of her friends.
When the environment is more hostile, her face sets and her wings turn a dark muddy green. She is always one to try and find the peace but when push comes to shove, she'll fight back. Megan cannot stand a bully, mostly due to the fact that she cannot understand how they work. Being the little socialite she is, she always assumed bullies had some type of jealousy disorder, her effortless and usually fast popularity wherever she went often didn't help her encounters with these socially handicap individuals either.
Megan's own green monster is known to come up from time to time, whispering things into her ear, but she rarely listens. What does it matter whether your best friend gets the boy you were eying or that boy's ex? If you never voiced how you feel, you have no claim with friends, and sometimes, she can just accept it was never meant to be.
History:
Born in Wales to her mother, Rachel Gwynn and her father, Michael Gywnn, Megan lived the very middle class life, making friends, attending classes and even owning a dog. It wasn't exactly the American dream, large house with a white fence, but for the UK, it was as much as she could have ever asked for growing up.
Five weeks before her tenth birthday, her mother passed away to a rare heart disease. After the doctors ran several tests on Megan herself to make sure she didn't have the odd deformity, her father moved them both to the United States. Accepting a job offer that her dad had been offered numerous times before (which he only denied for the sake of staying in Wales for his wife) the two were transfered to Minneapolis Minnesota. Settling down in a quiet suburb, they were each others lives on their way to achieving a peaceful existence.
Megan was having an easy time adjusting to the new school, making friends fast and Michael was climbing the ranks faster than they could name them. The company was expanding so fast they were selling to 48 countries by the end of five years.
As most teenagers under the age of sixteen, Megan was dependent on three things for her transportation needs. Parents, friends and her bike. One day after school as the first two options weren't available due to work and athletic practices, Megan straddled her bike and hooked the helmet under her chin to start the journey home. Halfway there, a car ran a red light as she was crossing the walkway.
Clipping the back wheel she was sent flying into the air. Landing on her back she hit her protected head hard against the concrete. The force of the blow made her temporarily disoriented. When she could finally open her eyes again, a woman that had gotten out of her car to help was now screaming at apparently the thin air. Sitting up she looked down at her hands. They were covered in a chalky residue. Looking again at the woman that had once been trying to help her, hiding away in her car, Megan got up and ran the rest of the way home, leaving her deformed bike in the middle of the road.
She had later learned exactly what that dust was and within the week had wings to match it. She could no longer ignore her father's questions when he found her sitting on her bed with translucent wings protruding from her back. He was supportive, and they stayed together through the holidays, using the excuse that she had come down with mono to explain her absences at school.
Being new to the Mutant world, she only knows what information has trickled down to her through several media sources and the two mutants that had come seen her a week after New Years eve. Piotr Rasputin definitely had a way of leaving a lasting impression on them. Her father decided it would be the best idea to join Xavier's School for the Gifted. He made the choice based mainly on the fact he wanted her to be somewhere secure. She could be safe and accepted there at the mansion with others like her, two things Megan needed to survive.
Sample Post:
Dominic wasn't stupid. He wouldn't completely torture this kid into hating him, although odds were at that moment he did. Which ever way, he would be an authority figure, wouldn't take any shit and would treat Ben as more of an adult. He would give him the truth, the actual story because the way Dominic saw it, why would Ben want to refuse? Intelligent or not he was still eight, right?
Eight and asking a lot of questions. Dominic stored them all in his head, not willing to talk until they were in the confines of the barn. So far he had collected the "Who are you?" after a reasonable amount of "Let me go" uselessness, then something about the Backstreet boys? That wasn't his problem to deal with, but he'd keep it in mind if push came to manipulation.
As he went on his little rant about homes and what a horrible one the barn was, Dominic only walked over to a support beam. Taking his jacket off he neatly hung it up on a protruding nail before turning back around to face him. The kid had an attitude, but Dominic didn't mind. He actually preferred it to the shivering, cowering type. It actually made the difference in who he turned or didn't turn. He only wanted the stronger ones to share his blood, considering the closer you were to the source, the more in control you would be. Vampires weren't just animals, it was a genetics type of deal. Only the ones that showed no control usually went about killing or turning multiple victims, giving those victims the same sense of chaos. Eventually, anything that descended from a line like that was nothing but bloodlust.
Hoping now he would seem more like a regular guy instead of his captor with his shirt and jeans, his goal definitely wasn't to scare him. Not that he thought Ben would be easily scared. He wanted the kid to know he was in charge, but not out to get him. His first plan of action was to try and convince him that Dominic could be trusted. It would be so much easier to convince Ben that this life was what he really wanted, to turn by choice. It would be so much more hurtful for the Winchesters too. What would they do if their little buddy was one of the monsters they killed and had chose to become it?
Placing his hands on his hips he nodded slowly as Ben finished. "Maybe you're right.. if you'd prefer a cave I'm sure I can arrange that.." Smirking, no hard rock cave in the middle of no where was better than a barn in the middle of no where. Dropping his hands from his hips he walked back over to him, squatting down to be more or less at the same level. "But the thing is.." Glancing up at the high ceiling, which to be honest, most barns didn't have, he smiled. "There is an upper level to this barn, Beds, TV, a kitchen. I'd bet it's even cooler than some of the stuff you used to have at your old home." Never refer to where he came from as anything he'd have again. That was part of the plan, to eventually make him believe that this was his home, that he had nothing to go back to.
"VIP access only though." Standing back up he wondered exactly where he was going next with this. The kid had asked for who he was. It was only fair to tell him, was it not? Dominic could play fairly, be real about it all. Well, not completely real, nothing to scare the kid away.
"My name, is Dominic Verin." He said as he began to walk around the barn. What could he really say? 'I'm a vampire and want you in my secret little club' just didn't sound appealing. "And anything else you'd like to know, I'm here to ask." Perfect. Let the kid think he is in charge of the conversation. It would inevitably lead to where he wanted it to. The whole "Why, Who, When, How" ramble of questions were the only obvious ones to be asked.
Player Information:
Name: Viv works
Age: 18
Contact Information: PM. YIM: Lyn_Pie_Hi AIM: Ellens Game
Other Characters: None
Name: Megan Gwynn
Codename
Gender: Female
Age: 15 1/2
Occupation: Student
Place of Birth: Wales
Place of Residence: Xavier Mansion
Known Relatives: Michael Gwynn, Rachel Gwynn
Alliance: X-Men
Physical Stats
Height: 4'11
Weight: 91 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Pink
Avatar: Alison Lohman
Abilities
Mutation: Meg's mutation consists of insect like wings sprouting from her back and the ability to generate a hallucinogen self labeled 'Pixie Dust'. The wings that usually sport a translucent rainbow color can change with her mood or surroundings. The two pairs of wings resemble those of insects in the way they are made up of hollowed 'veins' giving structure to the thin membrane that makes up most of each segment. Each pair of her wings are operated independently, giving her more agility and allowing her to change direction and speed fairly abruptly. They are also connected in such a way that they can be folded down along her back. Wearing a hooded sweatshirt or other form of baggy wear, she can pass in public with no sign of her wings showing, but she usually customizes her shirts with small slits in the back or sticks to tank tops around the mansion.
Unlike the wings of a bird, or X-Men member 'Angel', Pixie's wings aren't designed for power or heavy lifting and if exposed to a strong gust of wind she can be blown off course. Their structure, while strong is still susceptible to tearing and being broken off completely. Small tears and partial breaks are able to heal within a few hours as long as Megan isn't completely exhausted. Major losses can take up to a day or two depending on the damage. Note: Although these injuries are possible, they're aren't very common. Megan's wings are very flexible and breaking one would require a large amount of force or someone with more strength than the average 5'10 man to physically grab one of the four sections and decimate it. Day to day tugging, pulling, hitting and collisions wont hurt them.
The 'Pixie Dust' portion of Megan's ability is generated on demand or usually as a defensive measure. Much like an octopus and it's ink, her dust is thought to be strictly a way of distracting her enemy and allowing her to make a hasty getaway. The dust usually produces comical hallucinations, including pink elephants, multicolored bubbles, teddy bears or even mythical creatures such as actual pixies. Once, as Logan was dusted he came to see a heard of unicorn, then continued to tear them all apart. He then opted for her to never dust him again.
Though the hallucinations seem to match Megan's upbeat personality in an over dramatized and harmless way, since she had no real control over what the person exposed is seeing, she has tended to avoid using it.
Skills: Although it wouldn't be your first guess when meeting Megan, she is incredibly smart. She has a huge amount of just plain common sense and a high interest in trivial information. Her specialties include biology, chemistry, a fair amount of physics and teen show dramas. She also possesses a certain type of charm that only those who have a green monster on their shoulder can ignore.
Personality: Being driven mostly by the energy of those around her, she can't exist without friends, which is fair enough for her because she seems to be able to make them anywhere. This factor to her also is the cause for her seeming mood swings. If she is in a room filled with friends, having a good time, she is the center of attention, making a joke or propelling the fun on with ideas or comments that put everyone at ease. With her carefree attitude it is almost impossible to bring out her own 'bad' side. Unless of course you mess with one of her friends.
When the environment is more hostile, her face sets and her wings turn a dark muddy green. She is always one to try and find the peace but when push comes to shove, she'll fight back. Megan cannot stand a bully, mostly due to the fact that she cannot understand how they work. Being the little socialite she is, she always assumed bullies had some type of jealousy disorder, her effortless and usually fast popularity wherever she went often didn't help her encounters with these socially handicap individuals either.
Megan's own green monster is known to come up from time to time, whispering things into her ear, but she rarely listens. What does it matter whether your best friend gets the boy you were eying or that boy's ex? If you never voiced how you feel, you have no claim with friends, and sometimes, she can just accept it was never meant to be.
History:
Born in Wales to her mother, Rachel Gwynn and her father, Michael Gywnn, Megan lived the very middle class life, making friends, attending classes and even owning a dog. It wasn't exactly the American dream, large house with a white fence, but for the UK, it was as much as she could have ever asked for growing up.
Five weeks before her tenth birthday, her mother passed away to a rare heart disease. After the doctors ran several tests on Megan herself to make sure she didn't have the odd deformity, her father moved them both to the United States. Accepting a job offer that her dad had been offered numerous times before (which he only denied for the sake of staying in Wales for his wife) the two were transfered to Minneapolis Minnesota. Settling down in a quiet suburb, they were each others lives on their way to achieving a peaceful existence.
Megan was having an easy time adjusting to the new school, making friends fast and Michael was climbing the ranks faster than they could name them. The company was expanding so fast they were selling to 48 countries by the end of five years.
As most teenagers under the age of sixteen, Megan was dependent on three things for her transportation needs. Parents, friends and her bike. One day after school as the first two options weren't available due to work and athletic practices, Megan straddled her bike and hooked the helmet under her chin to start the journey home. Halfway there, a car ran a red light as she was crossing the walkway.
Clipping the back wheel she was sent flying into the air. Landing on her back she hit her protected head hard against the concrete. The force of the blow made her temporarily disoriented. When she could finally open her eyes again, a woman that had gotten out of her car to help was now screaming at apparently the thin air. Sitting up she looked down at her hands. They were covered in a chalky residue. Looking again at the woman that had once been trying to help her, hiding away in her car, Megan got up and ran the rest of the way home, leaving her deformed bike in the middle of the road.
She had later learned exactly what that dust was and within the week had wings to match it. She could no longer ignore her father's questions when he found her sitting on her bed with translucent wings protruding from her back. He was supportive, and they stayed together through the holidays, using the excuse that she had come down with mono to explain her absences at school.
Being new to the Mutant world, she only knows what information has trickled down to her through several media sources and the two mutants that had come seen her a week after New Years eve. Piotr Rasputin definitely had a way of leaving a lasting impression on them. Her father decided it would be the best idea to join Xavier's School for the Gifted. He made the choice based mainly on the fact he wanted her to be somewhere secure. She could be safe and accepted there at the mansion with others like her, two things Megan needed to survive.
Sample Post:
Dominic wasn't stupid. He wouldn't completely torture this kid into hating him, although odds were at that moment he did. Which ever way, he would be an authority figure, wouldn't take any shit and would treat Ben as more of an adult. He would give him the truth, the actual story because the way Dominic saw it, why would Ben want to refuse? Intelligent or not he was still eight, right?
Eight and asking a lot of questions. Dominic stored them all in his head, not willing to talk until they were in the confines of the barn. So far he had collected the "Who are you?" after a reasonable amount of "Let me go" uselessness, then something about the Backstreet boys? That wasn't his problem to deal with, but he'd keep it in mind if push came to manipulation.
As he went on his little rant about homes and what a horrible one the barn was, Dominic only walked over to a support beam. Taking his jacket off he neatly hung it up on a protruding nail before turning back around to face him. The kid had an attitude, but Dominic didn't mind. He actually preferred it to the shivering, cowering type. It actually made the difference in who he turned or didn't turn. He only wanted the stronger ones to share his blood, considering the closer you were to the source, the more in control you would be. Vampires weren't just animals, it was a genetics type of deal. Only the ones that showed no control usually went about killing or turning multiple victims, giving those victims the same sense of chaos. Eventually, anything that descended from a line like that was nothing but bloodlust.
Hoping now he would seem more like a regular guy instead of his captor with his shirt and jeans, his goal definitely wasn't to scare him. Not that he thought Ben would be easily scared. He wanted the kid to know he was in charge, but not out to get him. His first plan of action was to try and convince him that Dominic could be trusted. It would be so much easier to convince Ben that this life was what he really wanted, to turn by choice. It would be so much more hurtful for the Winchesters too. What would they do if their little buddy was one of the monsters they killed and had chose to become it?
Placing his hands on his hips he nodded slowly as Ben finished. "Maybe you're right.. if you'd prefer a cave I'm sure I can arrange that.." Smirking, no hard rock cave in the middle of no where was better than a barn in the middle of no where. Dropping his hands from his hips he walked back over to him, squatting down to be more or less at the same level. "But the thing is.." Glancing up at the high ceiling, which to be honest, most barns didn't have, he smiled. "There is an upper level to this barn, Beds, TV, a kitchen. I'd bet it's even cooler than some of the stuff you used to have at your old home." Never refer to where he came from as anything he'd have again. That was part of the plan, to eventually make him believe that this was his home, that he had nothing to go back to.
"VIP access only though." Standing back up he wondered exactly where he was going next with this. The kid had asked for who he was. It was only fair to tell him, was it not? Dominic could play fairly, be real about it all. Well, not completely real, nothing to scare the kid away.
"My name, is Dominic Verin." He said as he began to walk around the barn. What could he really say? 'I'm a vampire and want you in my secret little club' just didn't sound appealing. "And anything else you'd like to know, I'm here to ask." Perfect. Let the kid think he is in charge of the conversation. It would inevitably lead to where he wanted it to. The whole "Why, Who, When, How" ramble of questions were the only obvious ones to be asked.
Player Information:
Name: Viv works
Age: 18
Contact Information: PM. YIM: Lyn_Pie_Hi AIM: Ellens Game
Other Characters: None