Post by Vanessa Carlysle on Jan 14, 2008 5:03:08 GMT -5
Basic Stats
Name: Vanessa Geraldine Carlysle
Codename: Copycat
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Occupation: Homeless, prostitute
Place of Birth: New Brunswick, New Jersey
Place of Residence: Planning to move to NYC
Known Relatives: Burt Carlysle (father, deceased), Dorothy Carlysle (mother)
Alliance: None yet, but is likely to side with whichever team cares to take her in and give her a home.
Physical Stats
Height: 6’0” (variable)
Weight: 148 lbs
Eyes: red
Hair: white
Avatar: Alicia Silverstone
Vanessa’s mutant physiology has given her blue skin, white hair, and luminescent red eyes. When she’s not mimicking someone else’s appearance, this is how she looks. She’s tall, slender and fairly athletic, with features that would easily be described as attractive if one can overlook her skin color and inhuman eyes. For obvious reasons though, few people has seen Vanessa’s real face, and unless she’s badly wounded or unconscious, she will always try to blend in by looking like a perfectly normal human. Which human that is depends on the circumstances and Vanessa’s mood.
Abilities
Mutation: Vanessa is a genetic metamorph and able to duplicate another humanoid or near-humanoid so accurately that even those closest to them can't tell the difference. Unlike the more well-known mutant Mystique, who only mimics appearances, Vanessa’s morphing goes to the genetic level. This means she can also reproduce mutant powers.
Her ability functions in a sponge-like way, which basically means that Vanessa will begin to mimic another person just by being close to them. Sometimes this happens involuntarily, and herein lies Vanessa’s major weakness: if she’s very tired, or if the other mutant’s ability is very strong, she might mimic it without meaning to, but without the control that comes with practice. If she’s unlucky, she might cause an accident, harming herself and others. She’s also risking revealing herself as a mutant. The extent of the transfer depends on the length of exposure, and Vanessa’s ability may even allow her to replicate her template's psi-patterns, making it impossible for telepaths to detect her unless they read her thoughts directly.
While Vanessa’s morphing grants her the physical skills of the person she mimics, like speed, strength or agility, she won’t share their experiences or any of the things they’ve learned through lessons or experience, for example battle techniques or tactics. She’s forced to rely on her own wit and knowledge. Because of this, it might be a bad idea for her to mimic very powerful mutants, or mutants with abilities that are difficult to use.
Once Vanessa has mimicked a person, their appearance and powers are added to her internal genetic ’library’, which means she can become them any time she likes – provided she can keep her concentration. It generally seems to be easier for her to mimic people who are close.
(Credit for appearance and powers go to the Marvel Database.)
Skills: By mimicking others, Vanessa gains some of their skills. If that person is agile or very fast, for example, Vanessa will be too.
Grown up on the streets of New Jersey and Boston, she’s also street smart and good at reading people and their intentions. After several years as a under-aged prostitute, she’s seen the dark sides of society and knows how to stay alive and out of trouble. She has extensive experience in shoplifting, and is a skilled pickpocket. If she feels that a situation is getting dangerous, she’ll instantly find a way out, using her power to confuse opponents and blend into crowds while escaping.
She hasn’t gone to college or even finished high school, but still seems to know a great deal about politics, geography and culture. She gains this knowledge by reading newspapers as often as she can, as she’s interested in society in general and other mutants and the public’s opinion on them in particular.
Personality: Though she was once a carefree and happy child, the difficulties she’s been through has made Vanessa shy and suspicious of others. She trusts no one but herself and constantly expects other people to take advantage of her if she lets them. This fear is not without reason. If someone were to reach out to her now, it would probably take a lot of time before she opened up to them.
Convinced that no one could like the real Vanessa Carlysle, she keeps her distance, never showing anyone her real face or true emotions. At the same time, she’s hungering for friendship and affection, something she hasn’t experienced since those happy days before her mutation began. She dreams of finding a home and a new family, or even a boyfriend, but fears deep down that it will never happen.
When she’s not daydreaming about a nice quiet house with a loving family or a handsome kind young man who’ll call her red eyes ’pretty’, Vanessa likes to window shop, imagining herself in the beautiful dresses and shoes. She’ll look at the pictures in glossy gossip magazines, marvelling at the glitz and glamour and the luck of some people, but so far, all she’s done is dream. For too long, she’s been told she’s not worth more than the money she makes on the street.
Seeing other mutants on tv or reading about them in newspapers has lit a small beacon of hope in Vanessa’s chest, but the fear of the authorities and what they might do to her has so far been stronger than the need to find others like herself.
Because of her distrust, Vanessa has no real friends and tends to be quiet around other people. She never finished high school, and has low self-esteem because of it, worrying that she’ll look stupid and hopelessly behind in conversations.
Although her mutant ability could potentially give her power over other people, and even earn her enough money to lift her out of poverty, Vanessa has seldom had the confidence to try. At the same time, she’s a survivor, and though she might seem meek and helpless at times, she’ll do what it takes to get by – even if it means stepping on other misfortunate. Once or twice, Vanessa has used her ability to mimic and seriously injure men who assaulted her on the street. Though she was thrilled at the rush of adrenaline and the rare feeling of being in control of her own fate, she was also terrified of being hunted down and sent to jail, and will only resort to this solution in cases of emergency.
History:
Life has been rough on young Vanessa Carlysle. Born in a middle class family in New Brunswick, New Jersey, she was the perfectly normal only child of two loving parents. She had blond pigtails and a contagious smile, and the quiet neighborhood with its rows of neat houses was the perfect place to grow up.
Every birthday and Christmas she was showered with presents, and when she was old enough to go to kinder garten, her father would drive her there in his sleek blue Mercedes. She’d play all day with the other children, but most of all with her best friend, Marjorie, who lived just across the street. Marjorie had long dark hair and two older brothers. Little Vanessa had a childish crush on the oldest, Tommy, and it didn’t seem to matter that he thought she was just a baby, because some day, she’d be all grown up and then he’d notice her.
All memories from that time of her life are bright and glossy, as though it never rained and no one ever got angry or even raised their voice. Everything was easy, and nothing out of the ordinary disturbed the peace. But it all fell apart on Vanessa’s eight birthday. As she refuses to ever think about the events of that day, they have become blurry and yellow around the edges, like old photographs. If forced to talk about them, Vanessa would just say that she woke up that morning and nothing was ever the same again.
In truth, it was her mother’s desperate screams that woke her up, and her father’s angry voice in the stairwell, wondering what was going on. Then they were both standing in the doorway to her pink-painted bedroom, staring in horror while she struggled to untangle herself from the sheets, panicky and sweating. Not until her mother gasped and fainted did Vanessa look down on her bare legs and notice the bright blue color of her skin.
Nothing was ever the same. How could it be? After her parent’s gave up hope of a cure, Vanessa was sent to an orphanage in Chicago. By then, her world had been so thoroughly shattered and her self-image so distorted, that she didn’t even cry. She knew she was a monster, and that it was somehow her fault. She had ruined her parent’s lives, and it wasn’t a surprise when they never came to visit.
Vanessa stayed at the orphanage for seven whole years. It was almost a real life, and though most of the other children were frightened of her, some had become her friends, accepting her differences with the open minds of the young and pure. The nuns who tended to the children were all convinced she was the spawn of Satan, but refrained from telling her so to her face – after all, Vanessa was only a child and might still walk the path of God. But she overheard them whispering late at night, and understood why she could never go back to her family.
Then life as she knew it came to an end for a second time, as Vanessa helplessly morphed into one of her comrades in Sunday school, screaming in fear when she discovered what was happening. Before the terrified nuns could chase her out into the field behind the church, she transformed several times, mimicking the appearance of anyone who got too close. Her desperate crying couldn’t persuade the nuns this time – in the company of a priest, they mumbled prayers while watching the doomed child stagger towards the forest beyond.
How she ended up in Boston, Vanessa isn’t quite sure. But she found herself there, lost in the cold streets, hungry, tired and so lonely it turned her heart into a small black lump of coal. She was a monster, but even monsters have needs. And so she was only too grateful when someone finally took her in, offering her a place to sleep and something to eat. She was fifteen, and the world was a very dark place. But she wanted to live, despite everything, and so she did what she was told and sold her body on the streets to the men who wanted it.
In time, she gained some control over her mutant ability, and she understood what she was. With practice came the possibility to take on other women’s appearances, and so she did, under careful instructions from the man she owed her life to. If he thought the customers wanted blond and supple, Vanessa was blond and supple. If he said they wanted Chinese and skinny, then she was. Because for a long time, she didn’t see any other options.
Lately though, the old newspapers she found on the street were filled with stories about others like her, other mutants. There were even been pictures, showing people with the strangest appearances, and she began to understand that maybe she wasn’t quite so alone after all. Slowly, Vanessa found herself dreaming of New York instead of a quiet house in the suburbs of Boston.
At first it was just a floating, hazy sketch of a gigantic city and a new life, but in time, it grew more defined, even plausible. If she could go there, where so many mutants already lived, maybe she could find someone who thought of her as more than just a frightening freak of nature? There had been rumors about riots and a terrible disease, and surely the mutants weren’t treated as equals. But it might be better than the life Vanessa had in Boston. It had to be.
So she left.
Sample Post:
It’s a long way from Boston to New York, especially if you don’t have any money. But if you have nothing else to lose either, it’s still worth a shot. In one of the world’s greatest cities, the home of millions, a city that has seen it all and shrugs its century old shoulders at freaks and weirdos… surely there was room for someone like Vanessa Carlysle. Or so she hoped, where she stood leaning against a street lamp, watching the cars and heavily loaded trucks speed toward the onramp and the highway beyond. The bright headlights pierced through the quickly falling darkness, making it hard to see much else of the surroundings. Not that there was anything to see. This was the outskirts of the city, with rundown or abandoned buildings, a few cheap motels with blinking neon signs and a seedy diner frequented by truck drivers.
Her last few dollars had been spent on a hamburger and french fries this morning, and so her only option was hitchhiking. A dangerous undertaking for most people in the United States, and even more so if you happened to be a young girl out on your own. And here was the first of the problems Vanessa was thinking hard about where she stood, her arms wrapped around her slender body as if she found the evening breeze chilly.
A young girl ought to have greater chances of hitching a ride, especially if she happened to be pretty. Blond, maybe, with long legs and a clueless innocent face. At the same time, a girl like that was likely to get into trouble on this long road. If she was unlucky and got picked up by the wrong person, someone who instantly thought of demanding favors instead of money when they spied her large blue eyes… then things might get dangerous.
Vanessa fingered the blade of the small rusty knife she carried in the pocket of her torn pair of blue jeans. It was for protection, and she would use it if she had to. But it might not be enough to save her. A shudder made her eyes darken and she shrunk in the cold light from the lamp high above. Bad things had happened to her before, and she never wanted to feel that helpless again.
But a strong-looking grown man – or even an average-looking girl – might not get a ride at all. People were suspicious, especially this late in the evening. It was certainly a tricky problem, but she needed to come up with a solution fast, because she couldn’t spend the night here by the road, and she couldn’t return to the flat. She was never, ever going back there. Not in a million years.
Chewing on her lower lip nervously, Vanessa considered the second problem. It was a more delicate one, not as imminent, but dangerous none the less: the risk of running into someone with an ability. A mutant, to be more specific. She knew there were ones that didn’t look odd in any way, hiding among the human population and living normal lives, hoping not to be found out. Those were the ones she feared most, because she’d be given no warning before the transformation and the trouble started.
Her stomach rumbled loudly; she was hungry. She needed to come up with a decision, and she needed to eat. Hunger was her enemy. It weakened her, made her let her guard down. Anything could happen when she let her guard down. Well, anything that wasn’t good.
Even as the choice was made, Vanessa’s appearance began to change. Where one driver in a passing car saw a short brunette with slumping shoulders under the street light, the next one let out a low whistle to himself at the sight of a long-legged young thing in tight blue jeans, a black tank top and a luxurious veil of shiny blond hair hiding her face. The third driver saw her gracefully extend one arm and raise her thumb, her head tilted to the side lazily, the expression on her doll-like face bored and her plump lips parted slightly as he chewed absentmindedly on a bubble gum. The sixth driver hit the brakes, and the huge truck came to a halt twenty meters down the road, its tires screeching.
Vanessa picked up her plastic bag, containing the few things she owned, and sauntered toward the vehicle through the thick cloud of exhaust, her grayish-white sneakers barely making a sound on the pavement. On the outside, she looked confident and calm. On the inside, her heart was thundering so loud she was sure anyone could hear it.
Player Information:[/u]
Name: Eric
Age: 28
Contact Information: PM
Other Characters: no
Name: Vanessa Geraldine Carlysle
Codename
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Occupation: Homeless, prostitute
Place of Birth: New Brunswick, New Jersey
Place of Residence: Planning to move to NYC
Known Relatives: Burt Carlysle (father, deceased), Dorothy Carlysle (mother)
Alliance: None yet, but is likely to side with whichever team cares to take her in and give her a home.
Physical Stats
Height: 6’0” (variable)
Weight: 148 lbs
Eyes: red
Hair: white
Avatar: Alicia Silverstone
Vanessa’s mutant physiology has given her blue skin, white hair, and luminescent red eyes. When she’s not mimicking someone else’s appearance, this is how she looks. She’s tall, slender and fairly athletic, with features that would easily be described as attractive if one can overlook her skin color and inhuman eyes. For obvious reasons though, few people has seen Vanessa’s real face, and unless she’s badly wounded or unconscious, she will always try to blend in by looking like a perfectly normal human. Which human that is depends on the circumstances and Vanessa’s mood.
Abilities
Mutation: Vanessa is a genetic metamorph and able to duplicate another humanoid or near-humanoid so accurately that even those closest to them can't tell the difference. Unlike the more well-known mutant Mystique, who only mimics appearances, Vanessa’s morphing goes to the genetic level. This means she can also reproduce mutant powers.
Her ability functions in a sponge-like way, which basically means that Vanessa will begin to mimic another person just by being close to them. Sometimes this happens involuntarily, and herein lies Vanessa’s major weakness: if she’s very tired, or if the other mutant’s ability is very strong, she might mimic it without meaning to, but without the control that comes with practice. If she’s unlucky, she might cause an accident, harming herself and others. She’s also risking revealing herself as a mutant. The extent of the transfer depends on the length of exposure, and Vanessa’s ability may even allow her to replicate her template's psi-patterns, making it impossible for telepaths to detect her unless they read her thoughts directly.
While Vanessa’s morphing grants her the physical skills of the person she mimics, like speed, strength or agility, she won’t share their experiences or any of the things they’ve learned through lessons or experience, for example battle techniques or tactics. She’s forced to rely on her own wit and knowledge. Because of this, it might be a bad idea for her to mimic very powerful mutants, or mutants with abilities that are difficult to use.
Once Vanessa has mimicked a person, their appearance and powers are added to her internal genetic ’library’, which means she can become them any time she likes – provided she can keep her concentration. It generally seems to be easier for her to mimic people who are close.
(Credit for appearance and powers go to the Marvel Database.)
Skills: By mimicking others, Vanessa gains some of their skills. If that person is agile or very fast, for example, Vanessa will be too.
Grown up on the streets of New Jersey and Boston, she’s also street smart and good at reading people and their intentions. After several years as a under-aged prostitute, she’s seen the dark sides of society and knows how to stay alive and out of trouble. She has extensive experience in shoplifting, and is a skilled pickpocket. If she feels that a situation is getting dangerous, she’ll instantly find a way out, using her power to confuse opponents and blend into crowds while escaping.
She hasn’t gone to college or even finished high school, but still seems to know a great deal about politics, geography and culture. She gains this knowledge by reading newspapers as often as she can, as she’s interested in society in general and other mutants and the public’s opinion on them in particular.
Personality: Though she was once a carefree and happy child, the difficulties she’s been through has made Vanessa shy and suspicious of others. She trusts no one but herself and constantly expects other people to take advantage of her if she lets them. This fear is not without reason. If someone were to reach out to her now, it would probably take a lot of time before she opened up to them.
Convinced that no one could like the real Vanessa Carlysle, she keeps her distance, never showing anyone her real face or true emotions. At the same time, she’s hungering for friendship and affection, something she hasn’t experienced since those happy days before her mutation began. She dreams of finding a home and a new family, or even a boyfriend, but fears deep down that it will never happen.
When she’s not daydreaming about a nice quiet house with a loving family or a handsome kind young man who’ll call her red eyes ’pretty’, Vanessa likes to window shop, imagining herself in the beautiful dresses and shoes. She’ll look at the pictures in glossy gossip magazines, marvelling at the glitz and glamour and the luck of some people, but so far, all she’s done is dream. For too long, she’s been told she’s not worth more than the money she makes on the street.
Seeing other mutants on tv or reading about them in newspapers has lit a small beacon of hope in Vanessa’s chest, but the fear of the authorities and what they might do to her has so far been stronger than the need to find others like herself.
Because of her distrust, Vanessa has no real friends and tends to be quiet around other people. She never finished high school, and has low self-esteem because of it, worrying that she’ll look stupid and hopelessly behind in conversations.
Although her mutant ability could potentially give her power over other people, and even earn her enough money to lift her out of poverty, Vanessa has seldom had the confidence to try. At the same time, she’s a survivor, and though she might seem meek and helpless at times, she’ll do what it takes to get by – even if it means stepping on other misfortunate. Once or twice, Vanessa has used her ability to mimic and seriously injure men who assaulted her on the street. Though she was thrilled at the rush of adrenaline and the rare feeling of being in control of her own fate, she was also terrified of being hunted down and sent to jail, and will only resort to this solution in cases of emergency.
History:
Life has been rough on young Vanessa Carlysle. Born in a middle class family in New Brunswick, New Jersey, she was the perfectly normal only child of two loving parents. She had blond pigtails and a contagious smile, and the quiet neighborhood with its rows of neat houses was the perfect place to grow up.
Every birthday and Christmas she was showered with presents, and when she was old enough to go to kinder garten, her father would drive her there in his sleek blue Mercedes. She’d play all day with the other children, but most of all with her best friend, Marjorie, who lived just across the street. Marjorie had long dark hair and two older brothers. Little Vanessa had a childish crush on the oldest, Tommy, and it didn’t seem to matter that he thought she was just a baby, because some day, she’d be all grown up and then he’d notice her.
All memories from that time of her life are bright and glossy, as though it never rained and no one ever got angry or even raised their voice. Everything was easy, and nothing out of the ordinary disturbed the peace. But it all fell apart on Vanessa’s eight birthday. As she refuses to ever think about the events of that day, they have become blurry and yellow around the edges, like old photographs. If forced to talk about them, Vanessa would just say that she woke up that morning and nothing was ever the same again.
In truth, it was her mother’s desperate screams that woke her up, and her father’s angry voice in the stairwell, wondering what was going on. Then they were both standing in the doorway to her pink-painted bedroom, staring in horror while she struggled to untangle herself from the sheets, panicky and sweating. Not until her mother gasped and fainted did Vanessa look down on her bare legs and notice the bright blue color of her skin.
Nothing was ever the same. How could it be? After her parent’s gave up hope of a cure, Vanessa was sent to an orphanage in Chicago. By then, her world had been so thoroughly shattered and her self-image so distorted, that she didn’t even cry. She knew she was a monster, and that it was somehow her fault. She had ruined her parent’s lives, and it wasn’t a surprise when they never came to visit.
Vanessa stayed at the orphanage for seven whole years. It was almost a real life, and though most of the other children were frightened of her, some had become her friends, accepting her differences with the open minds of the young and pure. The nuns who tended to the children were all convinced she was the spawn of Satan, but refrained from telling her so to her face – after all, Vanessa was only a child and might still walk the path of God. But she overheard them whispering late at night, and understood why she could never go back to her family.
Then life as she knew it came to an end for a second time, as Vanessa helplessly morphed into one of her comrades in Sunday school, screaming in fear when she discovered what was happening. Before the terrified nuns could chase her out into the field behind the church, she transformed several times, mimicking the appearance of anyone who got too close. Her desperate crying couldn’t persuade the nuns this time – in the company of a priest, they mumbled prayers while watching the doomed child stagger towards the forest beyond.
How she ended up in Boston, Vanessa isn’t quite sure. But she found herself there, lost in the cold streets, hungry, tired and so lonely it turned her heart into a small black lump of coal. She was a monster, but even monsters have needs. And so she was only too grateful when someone finally took her in, offering her a place to sleep and something to eat. She was fifteen, and the world was a very dark place. But she wanted to live, despite everything, and so she did what she was told and sold her body on the streets to the men who wanted it.
In time, she gained some control over her mutant ability, and she understood what she was. With practice came the possibility to take on other women’s appearances, and so she did, under careful instructions from the man she owed her life to. If he thought the customers wanted blond and supple, Vanessa was blond and supple. If he said they wanted Chinese and skinny, then she was. Because for a long time, she didn’t see any other options.
Lately though, the old newspapers she found on the street were filled with stories about others like her, other mutants. There were even been pictures, showing people with the strangest appearances, and she began to understand that maybe she wasn’t quite so alone after all. Slowly, Vanessa found herself dreaming of New York instead of a quiet house in the suburbs of Boston.
At first it was just a floating, hazy sketch of a gigantic city and a new life, but in time, it grew more defined, even plausible. If she could go there, where so many mutants already lived, maybe she could find someone who thought of her as more than just a frightening freak of nature? There had been rumors about riots and a terrible disease, and surely the mutants weren’t treated as equals. But it might be better than the life Vanessa had in Boston. It had to be.
So she left.
Sample Post:
It’s a long way from Boston to New York, especially if you don’t have any money. But if you have nothing else to lose either, it’s still worth a shot. In one of the world’s greatest cities, the home of millions, a city that has seen it all and shrugs its century old shoulders at freaks and weirdos… surely there was room for someone like Vanessa Carlysle. Or so she hoped, where she stood leaning against a street lamp, watching the cars and heavily loaded trucks speed toward the onramp and the highway beyond. The bright headlights pierced through the quickly falling darkness, making it hard to see much else of the surroundings. Not that there was anything to see. This was the outskirts of the city, with rundown or abandoned buildings, a few cheap motels with blinking neon signs and a seedy diner frequented by truck drivers.
Her last few dollars had been spent on a hamburger and french fries this morning, and so her only option was hitchhiking. A dangerous undertaking for most people in the United States, and even more so if you happened to be a young girl out on your own. And here was the first of the problems Vanessa was thinking hard about where she stood, her arms wrapped around her slender body as if she found the evening breeze chilly.
A young girl ought to have greater chances of hitching a ride, especially if she happened to be pretty. Blond, maybe, with long legs and a clueless innocent face. At the same time, a girl like that was likely to get into trouble on this long road. If she was unlucky and got picked up by the wrong person, someone who instantly thought of demanding favors instead of money when they spied her large blue eyes… then things might get dangerous.
Vanessa fingered the blade of the small rusty knife she carried in the pocket of her torn pair of blue jeans. It was for protection, and she would use it if she had to. But it might not be enough to save her. A shudder made her eyes darken and she shrunk in the cold light from the lamp high above. Bad things had happened to her before, and she never wanted to feel that helpless again.
But a strong-looking grown man – or even an average-looking girl – might not get a ride at all. People were suspicious, especially this late in the evening. It was certainly a tricky problem, but she needed to come up with a solution fast, because she couldn’t spend the night here by the road, and she couldn’t return to the flat. She was never, ever going back there. Not in a million years.
Chewing on her lower lip nervously, Vanessa considered the second problem. It was a more delicate one, not as imminent, but dangerous none the less: the risk of running into someone with an ability. A mutant, to be more specific. She knew there were ones that didn’t look odd in any way, hiding among the human population and living normal lives, hoping not to be found out. Those were the ones she feared most, because she’d be given no warning before the transformation and the trouble started.
Her stomach rumbled loudly; she was hungry. She needed to come up with a decision, and she needed to eat. Hunger was her enemy. It weakened her, made her let her guard down. Anything could happen when she let her guard down. Well, anything that wasn’t good.
Even as the choice was made, Vanessa’s appearance began to change. Where one driver in a passing car saw a short brunette with slumping shoulders under the street light, the next one let out a low whistle to himself at the sight of a long-legged young thing in tight blue jeans, a black tank top and a luxurious veil of shiny blond hair hiding her face. The third driver saw her gracefully extend one arm and raise her thumb, her head tilted to the side lazily, the expression on her doll-like face bored and her plump lips parted slightly as he chewed absentmindedly on a bubble gum. The sixth driver hit the brakes, and the huge truck came to a halt twenty meters down the road, its tires screeching.
Vanessa picked up her plastic bag, containing the few things she owned, and sauntered toward the vehicle through the thick cloud of exhaust, her grayish-white sneakers barely making a sound on the pavement. On the outside, she looked confident and calm. On the inside, her heart was thundering so loud she was sure anyone could hear it.
Player Information:[/u]
Name: Eric
Age: 28
Contact Information: PM
Other Characters: no