Post by Jessica Benson on Apr 17, 2008 12:26:00 GMT -5
Name: Jessica Benson
Nicknames: No. Jessica hates being called Jess or Jessie.
Code Name: Pandemonium
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Powers/Special Abilities:
Jessica possesses a high-pitched, sonic scream which she can deploy to shatter objects and incapacitate her opponents. Analyzing her capabilities, she found that she can reach ultrasonic frequencies outside the audible spectrum which render human beings unconscious. However, the cry is unfortunately completely useless when Jessica’s mouth is covered with a gag, piece of tape, or any other means of forcing her mouth closed.
Also, if Jessica extends her arms with her palms outfacing, and deploys her sonic scream, she can generate a force field that is completely impenetrable, unless a slightly higher frequency is applied to it, in which case it would shatter. This is likely if Jessica is tired and the frequency of her scream drops, but highly unlikely if she isn’t worn out. In fact, it is almost impossible to shatter the shield when she is at her best.
She is an expert in hand to hand combat, on par with “Lady Shiva” and other such masters. She is also an expert mechanic and motorcycle rider.
Appearance:
Jessica has a slim/skinny build and she is about 5 ft 9” tall. She has long straight-ish dark blonde hair that comes half way down her back, but she often dyes it for a week or so then changes it back to its original colour. She has hazel eyes with green specks. Her skin is permanently pale. Her body is leg proportioned. (Her torso makes less of her body than her legs).
She wears clothes that reflect her attitude, and she takes great pride in her appearance, spending a lot of time finding clothes of all caliber, to fit into her unique yet fashionable style. She often walks barefoot, but on harder ground wears small soft shoes.
Personality:
Jessica is a very self assured woman, who is sceptical of anything that can leave her alone or used. She believes strongly in experience on the pretence it makes the next fall that little bit gentler. She isn’t afraid to tell others what she thinks of them, and she hates people that act superior to her. In her mind, they can learn from her as she can them.
She is very confident, often rude, and cold. She radiates “idol” to some but has been labelled full of her own importance and over confident and a show off, but this has been said one too many times for Jessica to care. She has built a wall around herself emotionally wise, and is quick to judge and slow to trust.
Hobbies: Jessica likes to dance, although she doesn’t admit it to herself. She releases energy and stress by fixing things or modifying her vehicle.
Weapons/Equipment/Skills: Jessica is expert in most forms of combat defense and offense; also she is an expert boxer.
History:
Jessica was born and grew up in a rough part of NY City, with her alcoholic father. Her mother died of a rare disease when Jessica was about nine. She held very high affection for her father, because, even though he was irresponsible and racked with grief, Jessica saw that he had a glimmer of determination to care for her, even though she spent most of her time caring for him. She was the purpose of his life and visa versa.
When Jessica was fifteen her father was killed in an attack when he was returning home to her. This was around the time she discovered her powers, because she had never has cause to reach the frequency of her sonic scream until she found her father.
Feeling entirely alone, she gathered her most treasured possessions and left New York, travelling first over America and then beyond, hitch-hiking and stowing away. Often in her younger years she was clumsy about her powers, letting inappropriate characters see them, forcing her to move and travel often. But her memory was left imprinted on the places she deserted, and stories travelled too.
Eventually news of her powers bled into other cracks of society, such as the destined and brotherhood. Jessica’s combination of naivety and ability were viewed as the perfect asset. Jessica thought she knew it all, and this led to her vulnerability.
Once she had been watched and established over a number of years, she was dragged into the darker side of mutany. The destined members crept here and there into her life, all together more cunning than the Brotherhood. The temptations of easy food, shelter and proper utilisation of Jessica’s powers acted as the wide open gateway to the destined, and Jessica ran so fast through that gateway she had no second thought.
On the fateful day that Sarah appeared from the shadows and extended the hand of friendship tinted with a definity of no escaping this binding decision, Jessica took that hand. And ever since, and for ever more, she was a destined recruit.
Role Playing Sample:
Jessica strutted through the town swinging her hips, and swinging her brand new- improvised payment- diamond necklace- on her arm. She had a slight pang of guilt. She glanced down at the glittering masterpiece glinting in the street lights, and that pang of guilt was replaced by a staggering glow of joy. She twisted the artistry between her slim fingers, and her amazed and baffled expression was replaced by a sickening satisfied grin as the jewellery seemed to smile back at her.
Jessica strutted on, until she came across a gang of men, about seven of them she calculated. One of them, presumably the leader, lifted his head and his piggy greedy eyes immediately trained on the new item of jewellery Jessica was carrying. “Thas’sum pretty necklace you got there” He said in a rush, clearly anticipating owning Jessica’s little trinket. She nodded her head slowly in response, not looking at the man, but the necklace she was now twirling on her fingers.
“Lemme have it then” He growled, holding up a gun to Jessica, who was still standing at least fifteen feet from him. “I don’t wanna have to…” Jessica interrupted him with a dismissive shake of the head. “It’s mine.” She said plainly. “Look, I really don’t….” He added. “NO” Shouted Jessica at the man. Her anger rising, she clenched both fists and stood facing him a determined glint in her eyes. The man sighed and loaded the gun, and just as his fingers touched the trigger, Jessica extended her arms, her palms outfacing, still protectively clutching her necklace. A shield appeared, deflecting the bullets. The man staggered backwards in shock. Jessica screamed expelling the anger she had at the man’s attempt to kill her. The men fell to the ground, possibly dead, possibly unconscious. Jessica was very angry, after all.
She stomped up to them, panting, fists clenched. She grabbed the man that had shot at her by the hair, wrenching his head up. She gritted her teeth, still panting heavily. “It’s mine!” She screamed at the man’s face again. She tightened her grip on his hair briefly, and then threw him back down with force. She stepped neatly over the bodies, and continued on her way. She held the necklace up again. “My necklace.” She said softly, laughing a little. “Mine.”
X-Men; Brotherhood; Neutral: the destined.
Other: Jessica speaks fluent Italian, French, German, Spanish and enough Arabic to survive.
Nicknames: No. Jessica hates being called Jess or Jessie.
Code Name: Pandemonium
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Powers/Special Abilities:
Jessica possesses a high-pitched, sonic scream which she can deploy to shatter objects and incapacitate her opponents. Analyzing her capabilities, she found that she can reach ultrasonic frequencies outside the audible spectrum which render human beings unconscious. However, the cry is unfortunately completely useless when Jessica’s mouth is covered with a gag, piece of tape, or any other means of forcing her mouth closed.
Also, if Jessica extends her arms with her palms outfacing, and deploys her sonic scream, she can generate a force field that is completely impenetrable, unless a slightly higher frequency is applied to it, in which case it would shatter. This is likely if Jessica is tired and the frequency of her scream drops, but highly unlikely if she isn’t worn out. In fact, it is almost impossible to shatter the shield when she is at her best.
She is an expert in hand to hand combat, on par with “Lady Shiva” and other such masters. She is also an expert mechanic and motorcycle rider.
Appearance:
Jessica has a slim/skinny build and she is about 5 ft 9” tall. She has long straight-ish dark blonde hair that comes half way down her back, but she often dyes it for a week or so then changes it back to its original colour. She has hazel eyes with green specks. Her skin is permanently pale. Her body is leg proportioned. (Her torso makes less of her body than her legs).
She wears clothes that reflect her attitude, and she takes great pride in her appearance, spending a lot of time finding clothes of all caliber, to fit into her unique yet fashionable style. She often walks barefoot, but on harder ground wears small soft shoes.
Personality:
Jessica is a very self assured woman, who is sceptical of anything that can leave her alone or used. She believes strongly in experience on the pretence it makes the next fall that little bit gentler. She isn’t afraid to tell others what she thinks of them, and she hates people that act superior to her. In her mind, they can learn from her as she can them.
She is very confident, often rude, and cold. She radiates “idol” to some but has been labelled full of her own importance and over confident and a show off, but this has been said one too many times for Jessica to care. She has built a wall around herself emotionally wise, and is quick to judge and slow to trust.
Hobbies: Jessica likes to dance, although she doesn’t admit it to herself. She releases energy and stress by fixing things or modifying her vehicle.
Weapons/Equipment/Skills: Jessica is expert in most forms of combat defense and offense; also she is an expert boxer.
History:
Jessica was born and grew up in a rough part of NY City, with her alcoholic father. Her mother died of a rare disease when Jessica was about nine. She held very high affection for her father, because, even though he was irresponsible and racked with grief, Jessica saw that he had a glimmer of determination to care for her, even though she spent most of her time caring for him. She was the purpose of his life and visa versa.
When Jessica was fifteen her father was killed in an attack when he was returning home to her. This was around the time she discovered her powers, because she had never has cause to reach the frequency of her sonic scream until she found her father.
Feeling entirely alone, she gathered her most treasured possessions and left New York, travelling first over America and then beyond, hitch-hiking and stowing away. Often in her younger years she was clumsy about her powers, letting inappropriate characters see them, forcing her to move and travel often. But her memory was left imprinted on the places she deserted, and stories travelled too.
Eventually news of her powers bled into other cracks of society, such as the destined and brotherhood. Jessica’s combination of naivety and ability were viewed as the perfect asset. Jessica thought she knew it all, and this led to her vulnerability.
Once she had been watched and established over a number of years, she was dragged into the darker side of mutany. The destined members crept here and there into her life, all together more cunning than the Brotherhood. The temptations of easy food, shelter and proper utilisation of Jessica’s powers acted as the wide open gateway to the destined, and Jessica ran so fast through that gateway she had no second thought.
On the fateful day that Sarah appeared from the shadows and extended the hand of friendship tinted with a definity of no escaping this binding decision, Jessica took that hand. And ever since, and for ever more, she was a destined recruit.
Role Playing Sample:
Jessica strutted through the town swinging her hips, and swinging her brand new- improvised payment- diamond necklace- on her arm. She had a slight pang of guilt. She glanced down at the glittering masterpiece glinting in the street lights, and that pang of guilt was replaced by a staggering glow of joy. She twisted the artistry between her slim fingers, and her amazed and baffled expression was replaced by a sickening satisfied grin as the jewellery seemed to smile back at her.
Jessica strutted on, until she came across a gang of men, about seven of them she calculated. One of them, presumably the leader, lifted his head and his piggy greedy eyes immediately trained on the new item of jewellery Jessica was carrying. “Thas’sum pretty necklace you got there” He said in a rush, clearly anticipating owning Jessica’s little trinket. She nodded her head slowly in response, not looking at the man, but the necklace she was now twirling on her fingers.
“Lemme have it then” He growled, holding up a gun to Jessica, who was still standing at least fifteen feet from him. “I don’t wanna have to…” Jessica interrupted him with a dismissive shake of the head. “It’s mine.” She said plainly. “Look, I really don’t….” He added. “NO” Shouted Jessica at the man. Her anger rising, she clenched both fists and stood facing him a determined glint in her eyes. The man sighed and loaded the gun, and just as his fingers touched the trigger, Jessica extended her arms, her palms outfacing, still protectively clutching her necklace. A shield appeared, deflecting the bullets. The man staggered backwards in shock. Jessica screamed expelling the anger she had at the man’s attempt to kill her. The men fell to the ground, possibly dead, possibly unconscious. Jessica was very angry, after all.
She stomped up to them, panting, fists clenched. She grabbed the man that had shot at her by the hair, wrenching his head up. She gritted her teeth, still panting heavily. “It’s mine!” She screamed at the man’s face again. She tightened her grip on his hair briefly, and then threw him back down with force. She stepped neatly over the bodies, and continued on her way. She held the necklace up again. “My necklace.” She said softly, laughing a little. “Mine.”
X-Men; Brotherhood; Neutral: the destined.
Other: Jessica speaks fluent Italian, French, German, Spanish and enough Arabic to survive.
as well. I'll try to incorporate that specification now....