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Post by Chloe Black on Mar 23, 2014 2:37:04 GMT -6
[See power info for why I still need to photoshop this picture]
Chloe Black
15//Female//Heteroflexible//Demonic form and energy draining//Student//Alexa Vega
POWER INFO:
Demonic Form:
Chloe’s mutation has altered her appearance, likely irreversibly. Her skin is unnaturally pale. She now has small, black horns (about 7cm long) sprouting out near the top of her forehead, which curve towards the back of her head. Her legs have become digitigrade. From her ankle to her feet, her skin has become increasingly tough, gray, and and scaly (yet still slick and soft to the touch) and her toes end in tough, black claws. She has a long (about 1.5 meters), black, flexible tail with an arrowlike, pointed tip. The tail is about as strong as one of her arms, sharp enough at the tip to break skin, and flexible enough for her to hide it by wrapping it around her waist under her clothes.
It really sucks to look so obviously inhuman in a country at a time when being a mutant in public is thoroughly frowned upon. Otherwise, the changes to her body aren’t all bad. Aside from the obvious advantages that come from having a tail, her new legs help her run much faster and jump much higher than an ordinary human. While she can’t wear shoes anymore, she also doesn’t need to; her new feet are much tougher and more temperature-resistant than her old feet.
Energy Draining:
Chloe feeds on the energy of others. She does this constantly to everyone near her, but the effect is usually negligible. A weight lifter as far as 10 meters away might get tired from bench-pressing his normal weight a little more quickly than usual, and anyone not doing anything strenuous wouldn’t even notice. This kind of energy-draining makes Chloe herself unusually fast and strong, especially if she spends large amounts of time around lots of people.
Chloe can also feed on an individual's energy. She needs to make physical contact with her target, then and stay in contact with that individual while feeding on them. Depending on how long she fed and how much her victim could give, this could leave the victim feeling too weak to stand or move, while giving Chloe superhuman speed and strength. These changes each become much less pronounced after ten minutes, then gradually disappear over the next few hours. Feeding gives both Chloe and her victim a warm, fuzzy, pleasant feeling.
Chloe has to feed to survive. If she goes too long without feeding, she’ll become sickly and weak, possibly to the point of death if it gets bad enough. She instinctually realizes that her failure to feed makes her weaker. Being able to passively siphon people’s energy makes things easier on her, but she will still need to feed on an individual every 2-6 weeks, depending on how much she took from her last victim.
2014. March. Chloe stared at the mirror, frowning at the navy blue beanie on her head. By this point in her life, she had come to accept three things: 1) Her life was really shitty, and this probably wouldn’t change soon. 2) Her family and her close friends were probably the only people who would ever really understand or accept her. 3) As per item one, recent events were about to ensure that she would never see most of the people in item two ever again.
The beanie would do the trick. It didn’t look very good, but at least it was better than these oversized baggy pants she borrowed from her brother to hide her legs. For what must have been the sixth time, she made sure she had everything she wanted in her suitcase. It was 3:30 AM. Eyebrows, as she had secretly dubbed the "boarding school recruiter" assigned to her case, would be coming back to “relocate” her in an hour. She hoped this was the kind of relocating where they actually gave her a new place to live, instead of just driving her out of Albuquerque city limits where nobody could hear her beg for her life, then shoot her to death like the abomination she was. She wouldn’t be too surprised if she went out that way, though. See item one.
Stupid thing to think about, but she wished she could wear some normal clothes. This probably meant skirts and shorts and such from now on; pants were kind of awkward with her new legs, as she now knew with absolute certainty. But she’d still probably have to resort to sweatpants or something equally attractive once it got cold. Her new toe-claws didn’t agree with leggings.
Her last breakfast was kind of a let-down. Her mother had already gotten the crying out of her system; now she just looked empty. Giles, her brother, spent a lot of time staring at her, like she had already died and was now some ghost haunting them. Her dad made a valiant effort to fill in the silence with anecdotes about his job at the hospital; chuckles and awkward silences were had by all. At least the pancakes were good.
Soon, the doorbell rang. That would be Eyebrows.
** ** **
2012. April. Chloe was finally starting to get used to her new school. It sucked to change schools in the middle of the school year, sure, but it was worth it. The atmosphere at the last place was too toxic. People she used to call her friends either became her enemies or kept her at arm’s length. Sometimes she would call in sick because she didn’t want to deal with the insults, the threats, the occasional attacks, and the school’s unwillingness to do anything about any of it. Her dad would write fake doctor’s notes sometimes. He was just as afraid for her safety as she was.
But this place would be different. Clean slate, fresh start. She already had a few friends. They didn’t know everything about her yet, but things looked promising. Maybe someday they would even be ready to hear it. Not that any of them would ever need to know.
The bell rang. Class was over. Chloe took a good look at the board: yup, that was some math, alright. She could just figure out how to do the homework by reading the book later; math was a total waste of time, but at least it wasn’t hard. On the way out of the door, somebody approached her. It was Chad, the guy who’d been staring at her in class for the last few days. Was that how guys acted when they were into girls, or was he actually just a creep? She lacked relevant experience.
“Hey, you’re Chloe, right?”
“Yup!” She put on an uncharacteristically cheerful front.
“Derek told me about you!”
Fuck.
“You used to go to school with him, right?”
Chloe put on her poker face. “Yeah…” she squeaked. Things were going so well, too. Up until now, they were going so god damn well. She even tricked herself into thinking that they would keep going that way.
“Is it true that you’re…”
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
** ** **
Late February. 2014. Brown eyes stared at the reflection in the mirror, stared at the black horns sprouting out of her forehead, an even darker shade of black than her hair. She grasped one of the new horns and pulled. It still wasn't coming off. It felt like it was glued directly to her skull, under her skin.
Chloe was still struggling with the idea that this was really happening. First she woke up and her legs were deformed. By the time she got to the hospital, the tail and the horns had already grown in. The doctor called up some kind of vague yet menacing government agency, or something like that. The next day, she met with a representative from a boarding school that sounded like it had just jumped out of a shitty sci-fi series, who informed her that she was probably some kind of shape-shifting mutant. Once she figured out how to stop looking like some kind of devil-girl, he'd "relocate" her to an incredibly fake-sounding school for superhumans. She was becoming thoroughly unconvinced that she could make herself stop looking like this.
But hey, at least now she had an excuse to stay inside and avoid all human contact. She was getting pretty good at that whole Titanfall thing, having a lot of fun with her internet friends. Great thing about the internet - it was a lot easier to keep secrets from the people you met there.
She stared at her horns again. Black horns, black tail... she guessed it was a good thing she already had so much black in her wardrobe. She was a little taller now, thanks to her new legs - the extra few inches brought her up to 5'6. She felt like she was stuck in high heels 24/7. She really hoped Eyebrows was right about the shape-shifting thing.
** ** **
2014. March. After some incredibly long goodbyes, Chloe was in the car with Eyebrows. The man looked like he had a pair of fuzzy black caterpillars sitting on his forehead, and despite her situation it was one of the funniest things she’d ever seen in her life. She leaned over and tried to disguise her laughter as sobbing. Hopefully he wouldn’t try to kill her before they got to that secret government lab where they’d vivisect her or whatever.
Eyebrows put a hand on her shoulder. “Hey. I know this all sucks, but they’ll still get to visit you sometimes.”
“There’s skype, too,” the driver chimed in.
“He’s right! You could probably skype them right after you get settled in. And Bellefont isn’t so bad.”
“Sure.” Chloe didn’t believe a single word he said. This whole ‘relocation’ business sounded a lot like what the Nazis told the Jews before sticking them all in trains and shipping them off to Auschwitz. But hey, at least this particular Nazi’s eyebrows were hilarious. Really, if she couldn’t find the humor in little things like that, she’d probably have offed herself long before now.
SAMPLE:
They had taken a military plane to Montana, then drove in a car with heavily tinted windows into the mountains. Her stupid outfit came in handy those few times when got to waddle over to grody gas station bathrooms, doing her best to act like a normal human being with normal human legs. One of the cashiers asked if she’d been sitting down for too long, chuckled knowingly. She sort of smirked at him, tried to shrug it off.
Aside from that, it was all sitting. They didn’t want to risk letting her get out of the car and get seen when lunchtime rolled around, so they hit up a drive-through. By the time they got to Bellefonte she either wanted to saw her own legs off or never sit down again. Cars were not designed for legs like hers.
Eyebrows spoke. “We’re here.”
“Pretty far out here,” she noted.
Shrug. “Kallispell’s not too far away.”
“Think I’ll ever see you again?”
Eyebrows was caught off-guard. He didn’t think they’d hit if off that well on the trip up here. “You know, probably not. I tend not to stick around here very long.”
Chloe got her suitcase from the driver. “In that case,” She pointed to her own eyebrows. “You might wanna get these trimmed. They look really silly.”
The man’s eyebrows sprouted wings and flew off of his face, off into the distance, like little fuzzy moths. “Better?”
Chloe was still having trouble breathing by the time she got to the front door.
USERNAME: “Kait.”
AGE GROUP: University kid, undergraduate
EXPERIENCE: Been doing forum-based roleplay for 4 years, with tabletop roleplay on and off for 5.
They had taken a military plane to Montana, then drove in a car with heavily tinted windows into the mountains. Her stupid outfit came in handy those few times when got to waddle over to grody gas station bathrooms, doing her best to act like a normal human being with normal human legs. One of the cashiers asked if she’d been sitting down for too long, chuckled knowingly. She sort of smirked at him, tried to shrug it off.
Aside from that, it was all sitting. They didn’t want to risk letting her get out of the car and get seen when lunchtime rolled around, so they hit up a drive-through. By the time they got to Bellefonte she either wanted to saw her own legs off or never sit down again. Cars were not designed for legs like hers.
Eyebrows spoke. “We’re here.”
“Pretty far out here,” she noted.
Shrug. “Kallispell’s not too far away.”
“Think I’ll ever see you again?”
Eyebrows was caught off-guard. He didn’t think they’d hit if off that well on the trip up here. “You know, probably not. I tend not to stick around here very long.”
Chloe got her suitcase from the driver. “In that case,” She pointed to her own eyebrows. “You might wanna get these trimmed. They look really silly.”
The man’s eyebrows sprouted wings and flew off of his face, off into the distance, like little fuzzy moths. “Better?”
Chloe was still having trouble breathing by the time she got to the front door.
USERNAME: “Kait.”
AGE GROUP: University kid, undergraduate
EXPERIENCE: Been doing forum-based roleplay for 4 years, with tabletop roleplay on and off for 5.
