Post by Marvel Girl on Aug 29, 2013 14:21:17 GMT -5
RPers name: Erin, tpo Doom and Black Widow
Full Name: Jean Grey
Code Name: Marvel Girl
Gender: Female
General Appearance:
Jean grey is in her late teens. She's slim with fiery red hair and green eyes.
Personality:
Jean is a very assertive, confident girl. She can be a little fiery at times, and certainly knows how to tease her fellow X-Men.
Like most telepaths trained with Charles she tends to be reserved with the use of the telepathy, only using it when it's necessary out of respect for others' free wills. The exception to this is surface thoughts and emotions which often times she has difficulty shutting out.
Because of this she's seen a lot of how others think and feel. And, at times, her temper can be really riled when good people suffer at the hands of the closed minded, fearful masses. In this way, one might think she'd be a sympathizer for the Brotherhood... but she has equal disdain for hateful closed-minded mutants acting out of fear or anger as she does for humans.
Occupation: Student
Super Power:
On her own Jean is a powerful telepath and telekine, capable of sensing, sending and receiving thought patterns as well as altering perceptions (mental and physical) and effecting changes in the body. Her telepathy can basically manipulate anything that can be controlled or manipulated through the brain. Her telekinesis can levitate herself or other objects, create telekinetic shields and send off concussive blasts.
The Phoenix is... considerably more potent and versatile. However it has not really manifested any of its own abilities as of yet.
-Weaknesses:
The amount of power in Jean's form is only barely contained. This has manifested itself in a propensitytoward madness, which only gets worse the more powerful she grows. True she can learn to contain it to an extent, but that will only come with lots of time and practice. And it still will occasionally rear its head if her emotional control wavers (times of extreme emotional stress or turmoil) or if the want of the Phoenix is sufficiently great.
Strain is also a problem. Since her body is simply human, and while some uses of her abilities aren't particularly taxing... the more power she attempts to harness the more taxing it becomes. The Phoenix has no such limitations, but to utilize that level of power a severe level of control must be relinquished.
Any additional info:
Jean Grey is the current host for the Phoenix Force, but it has not yet manifested in anything except for a vision, which as far as she knows was a hallucination brought on by the activation of her latent mutant abilities.
Weapons:
Do you really need weapons when you have a primordial god for a soul?
Team Affiliation: X-Men
History:
Jean was a perfectly normal teenager until her mutant powers started to manifest. Often times she'd wake up an inch off the bed with objects in the room shaking, faintly remembering dreams of a flaming bird. As the dreams began to progress into waking hallucinations, her parents had little choice but to see her institutionalized. Charles found her in the Mental Institution, and offered a place for her to learn to control her powers. She accepted, becoming Xavier's second student.
Sample Role Play
Jean....
The first sensation was the voice. A voice without sound calling her name. So familiar... like the sound of your own heartbeat, so native that you don't even notice you hear it. She opened her eyes and was struck by the prolific greenery. It was the lushest, most verdant jungle or rain forest she had ever seen. She could feel the hum of life all around her. The buzz of insects. The base instincts of the animals... even the plants had the vital hum of things all intimately connected in a massive system. It left a zing on the taste buds like electricity.
Jean....
The voice again. But there was no one there. She started to move, seeking out the source of the sound. She wanted to find it, and somehow she thought she needed to find it. And as she searched more and more the forest grew more and more fearsome. The gentle monkeys and rabbit like animals gave way to predators whose eyes glinted with hunger. The insects grew more ravenous, traveling in swarms, clustering on passing fruit or carcasses to devour them. Even the trees grew more wild, with jagged, thorny branches.
Jean....
She was getting scared now. Faster and faster she ran, trying to escape. Desperately seeking the source of the voice. And suddenly, the trees broke, and she was standing on a cliff face overlooking the jagged rocks of the sea. And floating aloft at eye level was the flaming raptor. Their minds brushed against each other and it was like plunging into burning magma, and the gentle caress of a lover's palm in yours at the same time. This is the one who had been calling to her. But why? What did it want? And why were they here?
Quiet your mind Jean. We're old friends. I have been with you since your first conscious thought.
"But who are you?"
I have been known by many names. For our purposes, you may call me Phoenix.
"What do you want from me?"
I am a part of you, Jean. I always have been. But for now, you are not yet ready. But one day soon, you will be.
"I don't understand."
I know you don't. Just like I know you won't remember this conversation.
Slowly the scene began to drift away. The colors grew fainter, dimmer, darker. Until....
Jean's eyes popped open, and she fell nearly a foot back into bed. A few items near to her in the room clattered to the floor. Years of practice had taught her never to leave anything remotely breakable in the bedroom. She massaged her temples as she tried to remember. It had definitely been another one of those fire bird dreams. She had been lost... somewhere. And she was frightened... and there was lots and lots of green. But it was all slipping away, like the night phantoms that haunted her always did. She rose from the bed and went into the bathroom, splashed some water on her face. She looked intently at her reflection.
You're not crazy. You're not crazy. This is just some sort of... telepathic growing pain. A manifestation of the subconscious, nothing more.
But it was hard to tell herself that, when every so often when she looked her reflection in the eye, she could swear she saw flames looking back. If only for an instant.
Full Name: Jean Grey
Code Name: Marvel Girl
Gender: Female
General Appearance:
Jean grey is in her late teens. She's slim with fiery red hair and green eyes.
Personality:
Jean is a very assertive, confident girl. She can be a little fiery at times, and certainly knows how to tease her fellow X-Men.
Like most telepaths trained with Charles she tends to be reserved with the use of the telepathy, only using it when it's necessary out of respect for others' free wills. The exception to this is surface thoughts and emotions which often times she has difficulty shutting out.
Because of this she's seen a lot of how others think and feel. And, at times, her temper can be really riled when good people suffer at the hands of the closed minded, fearful masses. In this way, one might think she'd be a sympathizer for the Brotherhood... but she has equal disdain for hateful closed-minded mutants acting out of fear or anger as she does for humans.
Occupation: Student
Super Power:
On her own Jean is a powerful telepath and telekine, capable of sensing, sending and receiving thought patterns as well as altering perceptions (mental and physical) and effecting changes in the body. Her telepathy can basically manipulate anything that can be controlled or manipulated through the brain. Her telekinesis can levitate herself or other objects, create telekinetic shields and send off concussive blasts.
The Phoenix is... considerably more potent and versatile. However it has not really manifested any of its own abilities as of yet.
-Weaknesses:
The amount of power in Jean's form is only barely contained. This has manifested itself in a propensitytoward madness, which only gets worse the more powerful she grows. True she can learn to contain it to an extent, but that will only come with lots of time and practice. And it still will occasionally rear its head if her emotional control wavers (times of extreme emotional stress or turmoil) or if the want of the Phoenix is sufficiently great.
Strain is also a problem. Since her body is simply human, and while some uses of her abilities aren't particularly taxing... the more power she attempts to harness the more taxing it becomes. The Phoenix has no such limitations, but to utilize that level of power a severe level of control must be relinquished.
Any additional info:
Jean Grey is the current host for the Phoenix Force, but it has not yet manifested in anything except for a vision, which as far as she knows was a hallucination brought on by the activation of her latent mutant abilities.
Weapons:
Do you really need weapons when you have a primordial god for a soul?
Team Affiliation: X-Men
History:
Jean was a perfectly normal teenager until her mutant powers started to manifest. Often times she'd wake up an inch off the bed with objects in the room shaking, faintly remembering dreams of a flaming bird. As the dreams began to progress into waking hallucinations, her parents had little choice but to see her institutionalized. Charles found her in the Mental Institution, and offered a place for her to learn to control her powers. She accepted, becoming Xavier's second student.
Sample Role Play
Jean....
The first sensation was the voice. A voice without sound calling her name. So familiar... like the sound of your own heartbeat, so native that you don't even notice you hear it. She opened her eyes and was struck by the prolific greenery. It was the lushest, most verdant jungle or rain forest she had ever seen. She could feel the hum of life all around her. The buzz of insects. The base instincts of the animals... even the plants had the vital hum of things all intimately connected in a massive system. It left a zing on the taste buds like electricity.
Jean....
The voice again. But there was no one there. She started to move, seeking out the source of the sound. She wanted to find it, and somehow she thought she needed to find it. And as she searched more and more the forest grew more and more fearsome. The gentle monkeys and rabbit like animals gave way to predators whose eyes glinted with hunger. The insects grew more ravenous, traveling in swarms, clustering on passing fruit or carcasses to devour them. Even the trees grew more wild, with jagged, thorny branches.
Jean....
She was getting scared now. Faster and faster she ran, trying to escape. Desperately seeking the source of the voice. And suddenly, the trees broke, and she was standing on a cliff face overlooking the jagged rocks of the sea. And floating aloft at eye level was the flaming raptor. Their minds brushed against each other and it was like plunging into burning magma, and the gentle caress of a lover's palm in yours at the same time. This is the one who had been calling to her. But why? What did it want? And why were they here?
Quiet your mind Jean. We're old friends. I have been with you since your first conscious thought.
"But who are you?"
I have been known by many names. For our purposes, you may call me Phoenix.
"What do you want from me?"
I am a part of you, Jean. I always have been. But for now, you are not yet ready. But one day soon, you will be.
"I don't understand."
I know you don't. Just like I know you won't remember this conversation.
Slowly the scene began to drift away. The colors grew fainter, dimmer, darker. Until....
Jean's eyes popped open, and she fell nearly a foot back into bed. A few items near to her in the room clattered to the floor. Years of practice had taught her never to leave anything remotely breakable in the bedroom. She massaged her temples as she tried to remember. It had definitely been another one of those fire bird dreams. She had been lost... somewhere. And she was frightened... and there was lots and lots of green. But it was all slipping away, like the night phantoms that haunted her always did. She rose from the bed and went into the bathroom, splashed some water on her face. She looked intently at her reflection.
You're not crazy. You're not crazy. This is just some sort of... telepathic growing pain. A manifestation of the subconscious, nothing more.
But it was hard to tell herself that, when every so often when she looked her reflection in the eye, she could swear she saw flames looking back. If only for an instant.
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