Post by Mary Walker on Sept 26, 2008 11:12:36 GMT -5
Is this a Cannon Character? Yes
Character Name: Mary Walker
Character Alias: Typhoid (also Typhoid Mary, Bloody Mary)
Gender: Female
Side: Brotherhood
Actual Age: ?
Age You Look: 24
Mutant Power: Mutation resulting in telekinetic, pyrokinetic and telepathic abilities allowing her to implant subtle mental suggestions in other's minds. This ability extends to causing narcosis in animals and mentally inferior humans.
Excellent hand-to-hand combatant.
Note: Abilities are displayed as part of a multiple-personality disorder. The "Mary" personality is physically fragile, sickly and prone to epilepsy and other neurological disorders.
The "Typhoid" personality is rebellious, malevolent, murderous and takes on different physical attributes such as an erratic heartbeat, alpha biorhythms, increased sense of smell and an elevated body temperature. These physical attributes appear to have no negative effects.
The "Bloody" personality is homicidally psychotic and has greater control over her mental abilities, but has rarely manifested herself.
Appearance: Please see signature for image.
Height 5' 10"
Weight 140 lbs.
Eye Color Brown
Hair Color Brown
Skin Tone Caucasian
Personality: Please see description under 'Mutant Powers'.
History: Displaying her psychosis as an infant, Mary Walker had been institutionalized from an early age, split between two distinct personalities, one sickly and introverted the other hyper-healthy and extraverted. Although the dominant personality was aware of her split-personality disorder, the introverted personality was not, and was manipulated by her darker persona.
Eventually escaping the institution, all record of Walker was lost until she reappeared as a stage actress in Chicago. She abruptly disappeared and reappeared in New York's Hell's Kitchen as a vigilante criminal. Raiding drug and gambling dens she robbed and often killed her criminal victims.
Conflicted between her desires, Mary's personality became more unstable and was eventually captured and institutionalized once again. She eventually escaped again and continues her struggle with her enemies and herself as Typhoid Mary. She has been a criminal, an assassin, and a stage actress. Her favored weapons are two machetes and other assorted bladed weapons.
RP Sample: As Bloodrose, from Forever Paradise
Her wings stretched wider than some male spans. Her body was slim and lithe like a female's should be, but she was larger and more powerful than most females were. Her scales glistened a deep blood red in the sun, a deep pure color. Her underbelly was paler, the softer scales a toned-down hue of the rest of her. Her head was covered in a plethora of horns, more than any of her kind she had seen. She was different, that was for sure. She wasn't sure why it was, but it was.
Her physical appearance wasn't the end of her differences. Rose was a free dragon. She was held down by no family ties, no male, nothing. She wasn't even tied to the laws of her own kind. Rose didn't even know who the royalty was anymore. She had lived for a long, long time, and no longer truly cared. She herself had been a queen, on more than one occasion. At a very young age she had taken the throne of her home world, and had sat there for a very long time. Until she had gotten bored.
And then she had ordered her mate to be assassinated, discreetly of course, and had vacated her seat in search of new surroundings. She had taken a mate, and had been with him for a long time. But she had gotten bored with him as well. That was when she had left, and found a new home. A place that was only hers. Ravensilk. But it had been destroyed. And now she was here. She had rumors across the verses that there were some dragons residing here. She had yet to see one, but she could smell one close by now, another female.
A lip curled, revealing deadly teeth. Bloodred eyes scanned the ground, scanned the air, and then her wings tipped in the direction of the scent. She wanted to find this new female. She imagined whoever it was would be the ruler here. She needed to see if it was someone she could even remotely respect. Gods above and below, she hoped so. She didn't need some sniveling spoiled bitch. She wanted someone worthy of a throne. She would hate to have to kill someone she barely knew. Wait... what was she talking about? She had no qualms about killing.. or anything else for that matter, most of the time.
Character Name: Mary Walker
Character Alias: Typhoid (also Typhoid Mary, Bloody Mary)
Gender: Female
Side: Brotherhood
Actual Age: ?
Age You Look: 24
Mutant Power: Mutation resulting in telekinetic, pyrokinetic and telepathic abilities allowing her to implant subtle mental suggestions in other's minds. This ability extends to causing narcosis in animals and mentally inferior humans.
Excellent hand-to-hand combatant.
Note: Abilities are displayed as part of a multiple-personality disorder. The "Mary" personality is physically fragile, sickly and prone to epilepsy and other neurological disorders.
The "Typhoid" personality is rebellious, malevolent, murderous and takes on different physical attributes such as an erratic heartbeat, alpha biorhythms, increased sense of smell and an elevated body temperature. These physical attributes appear to have no negative effects.
The "Bloody" personality is homicidally psychotic and has greater control over her mental abilities, but has rarely manifested herself.
Appearance: Please see signature for image.
Height 5' 10"
Weight 140 lbs.
Eye Color Brown
Hair Color Brown
Skin Tone Caucasian
Personality: Please see description under 'Mutant Powers'.
History: Displaying her psychosis as an infant, Mary Walker had been institutionalized from an early age, split between two distinct personalities, one sickly and introverted the other hyper-healthy and extraverted. Although the dominant personality was aware of her split-personality disorder, the introverted personality was not, and was manipulated by her darker persona.
Eventually escaping the institution, all record of Walker was lost until she reappeared as a stage actress in Chicago. She abruptly disappeared and reappeared in New York's Hell's Kitchen as a vigilante criminal. Raiding drug and gambling dens she robbed and often killed her criminal victims.
Conflicted between her desires, Mary's personality became more unstable and was eventually captured and institutionalized once again. She eventually escaped again and continues her struggle with her enemies and herself as Typhoid Mary. She has been a criminal, an assassin, and a stage actress. Her favored weapons are two machetes and other assorted bladed weapons.
RP Sample: As Bloodrose, from Forever Paradise
Her wings stretched wider than some male spans. Her body was slim and lithe like a female's should be, but she was larger and more powerful than most females were. Her scales glistened a deep blood red in the sun, a deep pure color. Her underbelly was paler, the softer scales a toned-down hue of the rest of her. Her head was covered in a plethora of horns, more than any of her kind she had seen. She was different, that was for sure. She wasn't sure why it was, but it was.
Her physical appearance wasn't the end of her differences. Rose was a free dragon. She was held down by no family ties, no male, nothing. She wasn't even tied to the laws of her own kind. Rose didn't even know who the royalty was anymore. She had lived for a long, long time, and no longer truly cared. She herself had been a queen, on more than one occasion. At a very young age she had taken the throne of her home world, and had sat there for a very long time. Until she had gotten bored.
And then she had ordered her mate to be assassinated, discreetly of course, and had vacated her seat in search of new surroundings. She had taken a mate, and had been with him for a long time. But she had gotten bored with him as well. That was when she had left, and found a new home. A place that was only hers. Ravensilk. But it had been destroyed. And now she was here. She had rumors across the verses that there were some dragons residing here. She had yet to see one, but she could smell one close by now, another female.
A lip curled, revealing deadly teeth. Bloodred eyes scanned the ground, scanned the air, and then her wings tipped in the direction of the scent. She wanted to find this new female. She imagined whoever it was would be the ruler here. She needed to see if it was someone she could even remotely respect. Gods above and below, she hoped so. She didn't need some sniveling spoiled bitch. She wanted someone worthy of a throne. She would hate to have to kill someone she barely knew. Wait... what was she talking about? She had no qualms about killing.. or anything else for that matter, most of the time.