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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2015 20:01:37 GMT -6
Antoinette "Tony" Nicole Murphy
FACE CLAIM: Ruby Rose
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AGE: 21
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
POSITION: College Student
POWER: Feline Physiology
Unlike shapeshifters, Tony cannot fully transform into an animal. Instead, she can simply use the various list of abilities cat animals is able to use. Such as for example slightly higher agility, flexibility and balance. This makes her into a good climber and she can move swiftly and quickly around, as well as moving gracefully, much like a cat.
Like cats, Tony has slightly better senses along with night vision. Meaning that her sense of sight, smell and hearing is slightly above average of that of a human being. Thanks to her constant training and honing her abilities, she has also grown to become slightly more stealthy and can sneak around silently. Due to her natural physique and great shape (thanks to working out a lot), Tony has an immense control over her ability.
This power is constantly on, which means that Tony cannot turn it off, though, in some cases, it might require preparation in order to get her body ready to perform certain actions, and also might require some concentration and focus. If she wants to sneak around, she might focus on what she's doing in order to remain stealthy and quiet.
LIMITATIONS:
- Neither of these traits are as strong as say, for example someone with a form of enhanced condition, meaning that although she has a slightly higher agility, it's not as good as someone with enhanced agility. They're simply slightly above that of a human being.
- She cannot transform parts of herself, or her entire being. Meaning that she cannot shapeshift into a cat, or any member of the felidae family. She can simply take on their traits. Her general appearance stays the same.
- This power cannot be turned off: it's always on.
- Thanks to her ability, Tony has a natural predatory instinct, meaning that she can become rather aggressive and more often than not, she'll feel the urge to hunt, chase and "play". This added feature can be hard to control, and it can feel as if she's losing herself to the 'beast'.
SIDE-EFFECTS:
- Sore muscles, exhaustion, restlessness and needs a lot of sleep. She tends to be sensitive to bright light, loud noises and strong scents, and she also needs a lot of food. She needs to work out a lot to keep her "abilities" on top, meaning that the longer she goes without training or working out, she'll feel more sluggish and grow less in control of her ability. Has a tendency to prefer meat over vegetables and reacts to cat nip the same way cats would.
Sydney Australia, detention center, 2007
"State your name."
"Murphy, Sir."
The man nods as he looks down at the file he's holding in his hand. "I'm going to read up some information about you, Murphy. I want you to affirm it." He looks at the girl again, and she nods. "You were born in Sydney, Australia, correct?" The girl nods and the man's eyes narrows.
"Yes, Sir."
"Your birthday is April 1st, and you were born in 1994."
"Yes, Sir."
He nods and looks back at the file. "You've been in and out of juvie since you were ten, is that so?"
"Yes, Sir."
The man gestures towards an empty seat by a table placed in the center of the room. The 5'7" girl with a slender, toned build walks over and sits down. She places her tattoo covered hands on the table and blows her black hair away from her piercing blue eyes. She turns her full attention towards the man. "Do you know why you're here, Murphy?" She looks away. It's obvious in her expression filled eyes that she wants to say something, but refrains from doing so.
"You got into another fight today, Murphy. That girl got seriously injured--"
"--It wasn't my fault! I don't-- I don't know what fucking happened, aight?"
The man lifts his hand to silence the girl. He sighs as he takes a seat opposite of the young girl. "You're thirteen years old, Murphy. You're too young for this shit, but you're too old to place the blame on the world." He shakes his head, a hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "You got shipped off to juvie for being too difficult. You were handed over because the system wanted someone better fit to handle your lack of respect for authority."
"That's not why we're here though, is it, Sir? We're here because something neither of us can explain happened. I mean, for fuck's sake. A normal human being shouldn't be able to fucking do those things! I shouldn't be able to--"
"Sit your ass down, Murphy and shut up. For once in your life, think before you talk. You're in enough shit as it is." The man's head shakes again, and the young girl falls silent. "We don't know what happened, but there is someone that does." The girl looks up as he speaks, her brows furrowing. "Someone contacted us shortly after the incident." He sighs, looking over at the mirror covered wall. "They're... Recruiters."
"Recruiters? What the fuck for? What the fuck is going on, Anderson? What the fuck happened in there?" she asks, her fist slamming into the table.
The man clears his throat. "They're going to take you to a school. A school for gifted people."
"Gifted people? What the fuck does that mean?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"Listen, Murphy. You have to underst--"
"The fuck I do!" The girl stands up and leans over the table.
"They contacted the institute merely hours after the incident. They're outside the door. They will explain everything. Please just calm down, okay?" The girl does as she's told, rather begrudgingly so. "They're in the hall," he continues and the girl turns her head towards the door. "Don't worry. They'll take great care of you." As he says that, the door opens and a young woman, probably early twenties step inside. "Miss. Murphy? My name is Rachel. I'm here to--"
"That's the recruiter? Holy shit, mate. You never told me she was hot."------------------Kalispell, Montana, The Bellefonte Academy, 2015
"You know," the tattooed young girl begins as she leans over the fence. Her hair is dark, cut short on the sides with a longer side that sort of bops in the wind. She lifts her tattoo covered hand and combs her finger through her hair. "I just got here- to America I mean," she looks over, the corner of her lips tugging upwards into a smile. "This school, Bellefonte seems pretty chill." She grins at that. "I might not be into that shit anymore, you know, but that doesn't mean I'm done. I can never be done." She shakes her head as she pushes herself off of the fence and start walking down the path towards the school. Her hands slide into her pockets.
"I think I'm gonna like it here."
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