Zola Debbie Palmer

[Zola Palmer]

Zola Debbie Palmer
FACE CLAIM: Normani Kordei
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AGE: Twenty-One
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
POSITION: College Student

POWER: Psionic Possession

The ability to project a psionic surge that can overwhelm the victim's' consciousness while her mind is in command or control of the victim. While altering perceptions, memory, and information of one's mind is currently easier for her to accomplish, controlling the victim's body as if it was an extension of her own takes much more concentration, psionic energy, and time as it would take some getting used to controlling a brand new mind and/or body each time. While in possession, the host's mind happens to "blank out" while Zola is in possession. The mind of the host can not, move, see, hear, or understand of what is going on during it. While possessing another, her own body is not as aware of it's surroundings and what is happening, as she can't truly focus on herself as well the other person. The longer she takes possession of a host, she starts thinking and acting as the host would even when back in her own body. She also gains a hint of the hosts feelings and sensations while possessing them. While leaving the host's mind, the host will come back to the state that she left it in.

Telepathy
Her psionic possession had branched out and developed her ability to be able to telepathically communicate with others or simply "mind skim" or "mind read" a few thoughts from one person at a time. Her telepathic abilities aren't as deeply complex as most telepaths. While she can send and receive thoughts to and from only one person at a time, as well as pick up certain thoughts and/or skim a person's mind, that is about it. 

LIMITATIONS:
Both abilities can only work on humans
Can only possess one mind at a time
Possession has a 15 - 20 minute time frame.
Can only move the body out of a 15 ft radius.
Can only possess within a 15 ft radius.
Cannot possess another host for another 5 or so hours.
Possessing more than twice a day will cause a great amount of strain.
Super complex movements of her hosts are currently difficult.
Her own body is vulnerable to all and any attacks (physical and mental) while possessing.
Can not use telepathy while psionically possessing a host.
Cannot use her abilities on those who can shield/protect themselves from mental/psionic abilities.
Does not have much training in protecting herself against other mental/psionic users.
Others can often feel a slight "tingling" sensation when Zola uses her telepathy. 

SIDE-EFFECTS:
Headaches
Unconsciousness
Confusion
Migraines
Nosebleeds
Fatigue
Signs of Personality Disorder
Loss of Perception
Gaining sensations, mannerisms, perceptions from hosts that are not her own.


I was born in Kingston, Jamaica. I never did know my parents on a personal level, or remember them but from the looks of old photos, I'd say me and my sister are exact replicas of my parents. Dark skin, dark brown eyes, with midnight hair and of course my big lips are just the icing on the cake. Our parents had been taken from us, as a local and very defiant gang had gone through initiation... killing our parents while they were on their way home from work. I had only been three at the time, and my sister, twelve. Like most of our people, no one ever really questioned the gang members as everyone was quite frightened of them. 

It's just amazing how people tend to be in another's business when it profits them but any other time, people run scared with their tails between their legs. Oh Jamaica. 

My sister tried her best to take care of the both of us, seeing how we didn't really have much family back home. She did everything in her power to make sure we stayed safe. Thankfully around the time I was six, our aunt in the UK had managed a way to get us out of there considering that she would be next in line to be our guardian. Not like we had much of a choice, nor did we complain. "We deserved to live better," That's what my sister would always tell me and I started to believe it. 

While I thought we'd be odd men out, we were surprised to find out that there were so many other Jamaicans that lived in the UK... and specifically in our neighborhood. The older I became, the more comfortable I've gotten with Kingshurst, Solihull, England. It was nothing like Jamaica but it was better in a way, it felt safer... it was home. Though, I suppose I also grew more far apart from my sister. I didn't see it... nor did I really care but apparently I became more quiet? More focused on things that didn't concern her and I became more... distant?

In other she hated the fact that I no longer felt the need to hang with her, and honestly I believe she wanted to call me every inappropriate name in the book but couldn't because cussing was not allowed in our home. Little did she know I had no interest of telling on her but I'm sure she learned her lesson when she woke up with half of her hair cut off. 

Around the age of fifteen, I grew even more distant and annoyed with my sister. She had grown so insanely popular that it left me in her shadows, constantly being asked about her and wondering when I'd step up to her level. I had no interests with being like my sister. I was more concerned about my own friends, my own life, my own interests. While I'm sure I could talk my way out of a paper bag, I was more into letting my fists do the talking, which was why my aunt enrolled me in Martial Art training and classes by one of the greatest teachers I've ever had; a friend of my aunts. And just when I thought I was getting somewhere, just when I thought I was finally finding myself and who exactly I was in this ignorant world - I stumbled on a discovery at the age of fifteen.

I guess 'stumbling' wouldn't be the best way to describe it. During a quiet dinner one night, I was in my own thoughts... minding my own business. My sister so happened to address my lack of care and respect for her. Funny thing was, her lack of respect for me had started way before I decided to return the favor. It's amazing how finicky people can be. One moment they adore you just because you're doing everything they want and the next they loathe you because you decided to be yourself and live life your own way. Sad to say, her need to blurt out how she truly felt about me turned into the both of us exchanging words. Something about me being an ungrateful 'cunt'? I don't remember asking for my parents to be dead, or asking to be parentless... nor did I ask her to look after me back home but things. just. happen. 

All I remember is my aunt trying to settle us down and I - I just couldn't listen, I couldn't hear her out. I blacked out and all I remember is wanting to stab my sister in the hand with a fork. It was like my mind jumped into another body, as if I could see through my sister's eyes and I wasn't sure what came over me but I stabbed myself in the hand with the fork and I felt everything, the pain, every single thing and it felt amazing. The feeling was short lived and when I came back to, I saw my sister there with the fork stuck in her hand as she continued to scream and my aunt was panicking, she kept yelling and shouting at my sister, wondering why she'd do such a thing. 

I had no idea what that was about but all I could feel was this my heart rapidly beating and this tiredness wash over me after that but strange enough, it still felt good. I felt relieved in a way.

About a day or so after that, two men gave us a visit. When I thought my life couldn't be any more fucked, come to find out I was a mutant. And what happened that night during dinner? It was my doing. I was shocked, I guess... a bit upset in a way and I could see the scare and disappointment in my aunt's eyes. My sister couldn't even look my way. It was if they believed a demon lived under the same roof as them. You don't really bounce back up from that. You don't get to see a positive light. They wanted to take me... and I didn't object. No matter how many times my aunt begged them to let me stay... I just went with them. Even if they did allow me to stay, I couldn't see our household ever being mended back together with me there. The negative had to be taken out of the equation. 

I attended St. Bethany for the first couple of years, without any real issues. I had my friends and my focuses which included being and staying on top and in physical shape. It wasn't until I turned sixteen that a new ability then surfaced, causing some instability in that psyche of mine. Apparently mentally attacking other students that simply looked at me the wrong way wasn't the right thing to do. It was quite the set back and because of such, I was scheduled to twice as much trainings, detentions, and therapy sessions until I managed to have everything under control. I did end up graduating and surprising enough, I went to college but I felt as if college in the UK wasn't where I really wanted to be. So with allowed permission and help from a counselor, I transferred to the Bellefonte Academy in the US during my first year of Uni. 

Not the best idea, considering they were having their own "mutant issues" over there. People finding out about mutants never did bother me. I do not scare easily nor does a mutant group set to go against mutants rub me the wrong way. I like to be kept a secret, kept comfortable and safe in my own little world but if pushed the wrong way by any persons, mutant or human... I have no problem defending myself or would I ever think twice of doing so. The SPRITE incident, however, caused me to become very sick for about a week, altering my telepathy from simple thought projection to a weaker version of telepathy. While it's a pain, I've gotten quite used to it since then. 

Not only am I trying to get through my last years of college in one piece, I've been offered something from a Mr. Conner... I may give this whole Helios Defense and Security thing a second thought. 

SAMPLE: Yikes

USERNAME: Kamrynn

AGE GROUP: 26 in 3 days

EXPERIENCE: A very long time

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