Capri Mendez

[Capri Mendez]

NAME: Caprina Aspen Mendez
NICKNAME: Capri
AGE: 20
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Bellefonte College Student
FACE CLAIM: AJ Lee

POWER:

Psionic Blast and Telepathy

"Basically, I can make your brain explode. Okay, so that's an over exaggeration. Maybe. But I can definitely give you a killer headache. So this is how it works, since you're apparently not impressed enough to ask: if I'm really pissed at someone, like enough to want to hurt them, and I can make eye contact with them or touch them, I can use those angry thoughts to overload their brain with enough negative energy to cause a whole boat load of pain. I've knocked out a few people that got under my skin. I'm not strong enough to, like, kill someone or mess them up for life, but I've heard the headaches last for a while. The longest? A few days. But you know what? That little witch deserved it."

"Oh yeah, and I can read minds the same way. Not like, full-on read someone's mind, geez, let me finish. I guess it's more like I can read their... oh what's the word... intentions? Sure, we'll go with that. If someone's planning on doing something that'll hurt me, or that I wont like, I can tell the same way that I can overload their brain. I have to be touching them or make eye contact. "

"It's exhausting, though. If I use enough energy to make someone else pass out, I usually get nauseous or pass out too. And, if you can believe this, I've been told that I have 'personality issues' too, whatever that means. I think I'm absolutely charming.  There have been days, after using my powers, that I've been so mentally and physically exhausted that I couldn't get out of bed. It doesn't happen a lot, mostly because I don't use my powers that hard, that often, but it's been known to happen. When I was a kid, using that brain overload got me out of a pretty nasty situation, but I'll be damned if I wasn't laid up for days."

"Limitations? Well, like I said, I have to be able to make eye contact or touch the person I'm trying to use them on. I can't just look at the back of someone's head across a room and know that they plan on sabotaging my party outfit, and then give them a migraine so they decide not to go. Not that that's something I would do, anyway. Now, if that bitch were looking me in the eye? Oh yeah. I'd know. And I could do something about it. And even if we have direct eye contact, I couldn't read every thought a person's having. Just the basic intentions. I can't kill someone or cause them permanent damage. And my power doesn't affect anyone else physically. It'll give me some killer issues physically, though."





“What is she like? Caprina is a sweet girl. She's always smiling and happy. The best little girl a father could ask for! She's respectful and loved to help everyone in her path. I swear it, the child is an angel. I remember once, just before she had to leave us to go to the academy, she saw this little old lady sitting alone in the park and, without a second thought or any hesitation at all, she went and sat with her. They talked for hours, Caprina mostly listening to the old woman tell her stories of being young. It was beautiful!” - Richard Mendez (Father). 52. Very close.

“The girl is Satanic. She has poor Richard fooled, but not me! I've seen her sitting alone, talking away to herself! I've seen the crazy look in her eyes when I don't give her what she wants! And the way she freaks out when something goes wrong? You'd think she were a two year old with the tantrum she throws: banging the ground, screaming at the top of her lungs, the hysterical sobbing and throwing things around! Caprina is no child of mine. There is no way in hell that someone so crazy is related to me. It was a mix up at the hospital.” - Amelia Mendez (Mother). 48. Estranged.

“Capri... she's like two different people, smashed into one. It doesn't take much to make her snap into the insane woman her mother sees, but under any pleasant circumstance, she's so friendly and kind. You wouldn't believe that she had this problem, but I swear it, she isn't all there. I think that the development of her... mutations... might have broken something in her mind. As a little girl, she was as sweet as could be, no temper, no tantrums, nothing. Always loving and considerate.” - Erica Mendez (Aunt). 44. Close.

“She's crazy. That's it. There's nothing else to it. One second she adores you, the next she's threatening to bite your face off. Bite. Your. Face. Off. And to be honest, she's kind of a slut. I watched her dump this guy once, then turn around and start making out with the first guy she happened on. It was ridiculous. Like, who does that? There's something seriously wrong with her. And, just so you get how crazy she is, she only wears shorts and tore-up t-shirts. Like, all year. In the summer, I get it. It's hot. But the winters get stupid cold. Bitter, painful, hurts to the bone kind of cold. But it doesn't matter. She wears those knee-high shoes and those shorts that should be referred to as denim underwear, and those t-shirts that she's cut and tore up as if it were eighty and humid. Psycho.” - Kaitlyn Mendez (Sister). 18. Estranged.

Story Time!!


Capri was born and raised in upstate New Jersey, the oldest child to Richard and Amelia Mendez. Her little sister, Kaitlyn, was her best friend. From the time the two girls were able to walk, they were inseparable. When both mom and dad were at work, the girls – often confused for twins with how similar they looked – were sent down the street to their Aunt Erica's house. They adored their Aunt, who always had a sweet treat or two for two good girls who picked up their toys and helped around the house. It was your classic, generic, all American life.

As a young child, Capri was the little girl everyone thought they wanted. With her big brown eyes and toothy smile, the little girl could light up your world. She had a soft heart, bringing home all the animals she could find that were, in her eyes, homeless. She gave her pennies that she would collect to all the charities that often stood outside the supermarket, collecting for this fundraiser or that one.

As she progressed to a teenager, boys and flirting became a large part of the day-to-day for the young lady. She was just as sweet as ever, still going down the street to help out Aunt Erica, grocery shopping for the little old ladies in the neighborhood, and just being helpful. The girl was a good Samaritan, through and through.

One night, while walking home from her Aunt Erica's, she had been snatched up by a strange man, dressed shabbily in dirty jeans and a dark shirt. She struggled, but the man was much stronger than thirteen year old Capri. As the fear built up inside the girl, she fought harder, thinking only that this man was going to harm her. It was as if he were telling her himself that she would not make it the rest of the way home that night, though he said naught a word. In a final, desperate attempt, she opened her mouth to scream, and the man dropped to his knees, clutching his head before the air filled her lungs. Taking her opening, Caprina ran as fast as her short legs could carry her, flinging herself inside her home with all the effort she retained. Between the adrenaline and the nagging question as to what made the man let her go, the girl was suddenly exhausted, and she slipped away to bed without a word to her family.

The next few days, she found the people who irritated or angered her suddenly getting migraines after meeting her gaze, going to lie down for a while. Even her mother, whom had reprimanded her for being so late the night Capri had the run-in with the dark man, became ill with a migraine after scolding her oldest child. Caprina was more tired than usual, too.

June 7, 2007

Dear Diary,
Strange things are happening. It's like I know when people are going to make me mad or upset, just by touching them or looking at them. I don't understand. Things have been different since last Tuesday night. The people that make me mad suddenly get headaches and go away. Am I doing something? Is this some how my fault? I don't feel like myself, either.
I don't understand.... Can anyone help me?

June 12, 2007

Dear Diary,
Today, I am sure that this is happening because of me. I made my mom sick when we were fighting, only this time, I'm sick too. I need to call someone. This doesn't make sense. I'm so different from the rest of my family. I'm going to search for someone who can help me. I'm scared.

June 20, 2007

Dear Diary,
This is the last entry that I will be making from New Jersey. Tomorrow, I will be in Montana. Some people came out and tested me. I'm a mutant. How did this happen? They said I'll be able to come home and visit, but I think I want to stay away until I get this under control, at least in control enough that I stop hurting mom. We might fight, but she's my mom, and I love her.

July 1, 2007

This place isn't so bad. I was kind of nervous at first, but I've already made a few friends. We share a dorm room. They're mutants, too. I'm not so different, really. I guess everyone here is one. There has to be a lot of us for there to be a school for us. I'm actually kind of excited.

January 6, 2008

Time passes so fast, I didn't even realize I hadn't written in my diary in a while. I've called home and talked to Kait and dad, but mom doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. Aunt Erica has even answered when I call. She says that mom needs more time to adjust. I think mom just needs to get punched in the throat. This isn't something that's happening to her, so she doesn't need to make it about her. It's happening to me, dammit, and I didn't ask for this. 

March 15, 2008

Things are going well. I like my classes and my dorm mates. I think I'm getting better at controlling the things I do. They (the academy people) told me I have psionic blasts and light telepathy. We train a lot. 

May 10, 2009

Haven't heard from mom still. Good riddance. The stupid bitch is still acting like this is my fault. Well, she can go shove it. I like my life here. Maybe I'll visit Kait, dad, and Aunt Erica before too long. There's a break coming up. We'll see. I've been invited to a party, so that's going to be fun. 

April 20, 2011

Stupid cunt. I hate when people try to mess with my stuff. I caught this little snot digging through my purse when I was in the bathroom. I don't know what she was looking for, but I hope that migraine lasts for a week. I'm getting stronger. 
On the flip side, I really want a pet. I'm thinking a hamster, since we can't have cats on campus and I still have to be here. Unfortunately, I'm not old enough to move off yet. Soon, though. I think I'll name the hamster Jedd.
Yeah, Jedd.

September 15 2013

I moved off campus today. I like the whole college thing. It's exhilarating to be able to do for myself. I think that I'll keep this job at the local mall for a while. It's helping me pay the bills at my new apartment. Oh, I'm studying to become a teacher at the academy. I just don't know what class I want to teach. I've done a little bit of shadowing, but not much. I've been busy. Kait hates me now. It's okay, though. She'll get over it. He wasn't worth her time, and that's what she has to understand.


As an adult, she has become less considerate. She does what makes Capri happy, not what will be the right thing. The young brunette has become promiscuous, and even a little trampy. She isn't afraid to hunt down pleasure over all else. Her mother still refuses to contact her, as does her little sister - now. Capri stays in touch with her father and aunt, as they do not judge her for her differences. When she needs it, Richard even sends her money to keep up on her bills. Retail work doesn't exactly cover everything, especially when it's part time.




SAMPLE: 

Aug 25, 2014 22:36:11 GMT -6 Alaina Voss said:

In a way, she felt a kindred spirit in Isaac. He was friendly and relaxed, but he didn’t give off the feel of someone who was lazy. The feel she got from him was more that of a lounging tiger: sleek, calm, and dangerously enchanting, but with a vicious drive settling right below the surface; something that might even cause him to be formidable if he chose to strike out against someone. His deep brown eyes shone with mischief and an underlying intelligence. No, he wasn’t just a lazy boy who didn’t care for school; if she had to guess, he was just done relearning the same things over and over, ready for a new challenge that school just couldn’t provide. That was a feeling she understood well. ”You know, usually I’d call bullshit. But, I think you really do get what I mean,” she affirms, a sly half-smile perching upon her features. ”This place just doesn’t offer the right kind of challenge anymore.”

His apology to her off guard. Alaina wasn’t looking to get any kind of empathy or sympathy. It was well in her past, now, and that was more than okay with her. She could retell the story without the shame or discouragement she had originally felt when she had come to the school. ”Ah, no worries. The little bastard that set it off deserved to be scared,” she laughed, shrugging it off. And, he did. You can only egg someone on so long before they explode, for her it had just been nearly literal. ”And your mom didn’t just freak about it? That’s awesome. I’ve heard a few stories about kids manifesting around their parents and then their family just had this major meltdown because of it,” she said, smiling sincerely. It was good to know that there were still some decent, level headed parents out there.

Chuckling, Alaina nodded. Sometimes, family vacations like that became a tradition, and what better place to go than your birth place? ”That would be fun. I’ve never been anywhere away from home until I came here. What was it like?” Having been only in Michigan or Montana for her life, she was curious to learn about other cultures. Feigning a swoon at his wink, she placed a hand over her heart. ”Oh my, I’m sure you’re dressed just perfectly for this encounter. Besides, you looked like you could use a pump up on your ego,” she teased. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been around guys like him before. He was hot, and he knew it, and used it to his advantage. She laughed, shaking her head. ”Nah, I wasn’t raised by them, but I have watched them run through the woods at midnight. That is pretty damn cool. I was raised by a couple of outdoorsy adults who often took me catfishing late at night. Nothing special,” she shrugged. That was te truth of it. If it hadn’t been for her power manifesting in school, she’d be barefoot and barely dressed, fishing and hunting and doing whatever she damn-well pleased.

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