Madison "Maddie" Bailey

[Madison Bailey]

Madison "Maddie" Bailey
FACE CLAIM: Stephanie Rose Bertram
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AGE: 19
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
POSITION: College Student

POWER: Technopathy
Maddie has the ability to control and manipulate technology and technological constructs, such as computers, hardware and other devices that rely on technology. This ability allows her to control the flow of intricate machinery and assemble and disengage programming at will. At Maddie's level of training, it's much easier for her to use hand movements, but she's capable of using her power by simply thinking about it - much like a telekinetic would do. She can also use this ability to turn machines off and on, and well as being able to read electronic, digital and radio transmissions.

LIMITATIONS:

• Cannot control purely mechanical objects which possess no electronic or ferrous components.
• Maddie can manipulate all technological objects in line of sight (or a 50 feet radius of herself), though the closer they are, the easier it'll be for her to manipulate them - and the less it'll strain her - or  she can reach it through a wireless connection.
• She's often left feeling powerless and/or isolated when far away from technology, such as in the middle of the forest.
• Must be in the range of a radio/satellite transmissions in order to access it.
• She suffers from areas that have high radio frequencies, which means that her power can either get blocked and/or she'll get tired more easily.

SIDE-EFFECTS:

• Headaches and migraines are common side-effects that can develop further into nausea, nosebleeds and eventually fainting. Her eyes, mind and body grows tired, which can make it harder for her to focus and concentrate (mental and physical exhaustion).
• After using her ability, she can often end up hearing this annoying, buzzing sound, almost as if there's a computer fan stuck in her head. She doesn't know why this happens, but how often and when it happens, depends entirely on how long her ability has been active. It can last from a few minutes to several hours.
• Prolonged use of her ability often leaves her feeling restless and impatient, which can sometimes make her moody, agitated and easily annoyed/stressed. 

   and we'll never be royals
   it don't run in our blood

Born in West Oakland, California. The bad neighborhood people would rather drive two hours extra just to avoid. Raised by a mother who worked two jobs, and a father with health issues who couldn't work. Three older brothers. Two of which kept getting sent in and out of jail for stupid stuff like car theft, drug possession and shoplifting. One of my brothers is a year younger than me, and boy did I never once let him forget that. The town I lived in... It was bad. People from the outside can say all the shit they want about it, but they don't know nothin' until they've actually lived there.

Names's Madison "Maddie" Bailey, and I'm a student at Bellefonte Academy. I came here when I was eleven. I manifested while watching my dad fix a radio in the kitchen, and the chair I sat on - or rocked on, fell backwards and as I started flailing my arms to regain my balance, the television suddenly turned on by itself. Needless to say, it kind of freaked both me and my dad out, but we decided to shrug it off. Things like that happen, right? That's what we said, anyways.

Two weeks later, this lady showed up on our doorstep. She was there to pick me up. Take me away to some school in Montana. A school for gifted people. People like me. Mutants. Do you know what that's like for an eleven year old girl? To be ripped away from your family and tossed into the big, bad world? It's not pretty. But my mom told me "Maddie, this is your chance to get away. To create a new life for yourself, and not end up like your brothers." 

   that kind of lux just ain't for us
   we crave a different kind of buzz

Blonde hair. Hazel or green eyes. All depending on the lighting. 5'7" feet. I look like my mom. I look a lot like my mom, actually. I have curls. Not the kind of curls you see on those pretty girls in commercials. No, I have the kind of curls you see on some afro-americans. My mom's a Filipino and my dad's Scottish or Irish, or something. I have some Australian roots too, so I suppose that explains the mixed ethnicity look I always get thrown around for having.  Well, my hair's naturally a little darker - or it became darker after I moved away from Cali to Montana - I swear, the sun never shines here. But I spend a lot of time taking care of my hair - which also means making sure it stays light. I need something to remind me of home. Not a whole lot of that around here anymore.

My style? The one I used to have, or the one I have now? Shit. Look, I love this school. I love being a mutant. I love everything about this place. But I miss home. I miss the sun and the warmth. I miss my family. I miss my friends. Heck, I even miss our stupid house. At least my power keeps me busy. You see, I've always been interested in this stuff. My dad always fixed all the electronics back home, and I loved watching him. Now I have a POWER to help me do the exact same thing. I makes me feel closer to him, you know?

So yeah. Ever since I came here, I spent all the time I could training and working on my power. I spent so much time at it that I became good at it. And not just because of my power, but because I did all this research. I taught myself to fix shit, and used my ability as a tool to help me with that. So naturally, that meant using books and the internet to learn everything I could get my hands on about technology and various devices. Heck, some people even hired me to help them out. It was a nice way to earn some cash. I'm gonna be an engineer some day. After college, I mean.

   let me be your ruler, ruler
   you can call me queen bee

In order to understand me and what my life has been like, you need to know about my past. I know I moved away from Cali at a young age, but it's still my home and the place is forever going to be in my heart. But like... Shit was bad. There was gangs, all sorts of crime and violence. Not the kind of place you wanna raise your children. But we couldn't afford anything else, and with my brothers going in and out of jail, we couldn't just pack up and leave either. We were too damn proud to let the city beat us. Or, that's what we hid behind, I think.

I can't even count the amount of times I caught my two oldest brothers doing shit they weren't supposed to. Like, they even threatened my brother once, and my mom. I was scared of them. They adored me, and would never cause me any harm. Don't take me wrong. But they scared me. The things they did, the things they got mixed up in - it's everything I hate about that place. Everything about that place that makes it so shitty. But it's my home. I gotta love it. It has it's nice sides too. Despite the bad community, I like to think we're close. We take care of each other. Not only my family, but our neighbors and our friends, and their families.

I was asked to be a witness against my own brother in court. I didn't want to do it. But I was so scared. And so young. They told me my brother was a bad man, and that I could help them, help him. I was naive. They used me against him. I was what, seven, eight years old? Maybe nine. I don't remember. I told them what I'd seen. That I saw my brother steal a car. A car that didn't belong to him. A car that someone else needed more than him. Maybe he was a bad man. I don't know. Before they could even charge him of anything, he got caught wearing drugs and got sentenced to seven years in jail on that alone.

   we're bigger than we ever dreamed
   and I'm in love with being queen

Let's talk about my later years instead. My life at Bellefonte. Apart from spending most of my time working with my ability, I had other hobbies. I liked to skateboard and I was quite the good-- well, I am quite the good hip hop dancer. Stereotypical, maybe, but that's what we did back home. My mom always told me how important it is to always remember where you're from, and never to let yourself go. Do the things you love doing and make no apologizes for it. My mom was a smart woma-- Right, that's not what I'm here to talk about.

I'm not perfect. Far from it, actually. I have tendency to get into trouble. Guess that's a family trait. Like, I don't steal car or do drugs - apart from maybe smoking some weed once in a blue moon, but nothing major. Nothing too bad. Nothing like my brothers. I want to be better than that. But I can feel my old life screaming at me, trying to pull me back. It's an every day struggle. A struggle I want to overcome. Something I want to rise above. We all have our demons, and these are mine.

Look. I'm proud of where I'm from, and I'm proud of what I've become. I'm not perfect, but I'm alive. I'm doing exactly what I want to do - what I love doing. Engineering. That's my college major. And yeah, despite the lack of sun, I decided to stay after high school graduation. I'm trying to get this workshop set up, so that I can help plenty more people. I swear to god, my dorm room is filled with all these devices and parts I use to fix shit. I need some space to put it all. Somewhere I can move around and utilize.

   life is great without a care
   we aren't caught up in your love affair

I've even made new friends. Friends that embrace and maybe even like my "in the hood"-mindset. My light sass and snark, and well, my opinions. I'm not a bitch or anything, but I'm not afraid to speak up. I'm nice as long as someone doesn't give me a reason not to be. I like helping people. I don't know if it's because I love what I do - or because I like making people happy. I just... Like it. I don't need a reason, and I'm not looking for one either. I'm happy. All things considered, anyways. I still talk to my family. My baby brother, my mom and my dad. My other two brothers... Well, they're not too pleased about what happened in court, but I think they understand. Even if I don't.

I try going home as often as I can. I save up money. The stipend, and well, what I can earn from doing jobs here and there. I can't go home as often as I'd like, but at least it's something. It's better than nothing. Nothing has really changed. At least, I wouldn't say so. I still miss the sun. The cold... Man, that's something I have to get used to, even now. Even after eight years at this school, I. Still. Haven't. Gotten. Used. To. It. I don't think I ever will.

Oh! Before I forget... I'm working on making a website. It's just a local thing, only available on the school network, but like... It's this thing where people can donate money and stuff, and like, I build shit. I put up instructions and I offer people help and guidance. And since I still don't have a workshop... I do it all in my room. Kind of low key, and I haven't gotten that many people interested, but I hope that in the future, everyone will know the name of "Mad!Tech".


SAMPLE: Y'all know me.

USERNAME: Mel

AGE GROUP: 23

EXPERIENCE: Long enough.

WHERE DID YOU FIND US? In my heart.

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