Post by rabid on Dec 16, 2012 3:25:04 GMT -5
Basics: Sanders, Lockley. Rabid.
Full Name: Lockley Carnie Sanders
Codename: Rabid
Nicknames:
Experiment 81-21
Inmate 54-68-77
Carnie
Animal
Wild Cat
Fluffy
Type: Original
Gender: Female
Species: Homo superior
Age: 16
Date of Birth: March 2nd
Hometown: Rocky Mountains
Current Residence: Xavier's Institute
Loyalty: X-Student
Occupation: N/A
Hair Colour: Ashen Brown
Eye Colour: Alice Blue
Height: 6 ft
Weight: 170 lbs.
Body Type: Athletic/Thin
Typical Style: Punk Tomboy
Distinguishing Features: Her ears are pointed with random fleshy pieces of it missing to give it a jagged look. She also has a numbered tattoo on her arm, inner thigh, and on the back of her neck from her time in the 'slammer.'
Physical Mutations: She has pointed ears that are three inches in length. Her eyes have slitted pupils that glow when light flashes in her eyes. All of her teeth are sharpened to points, and her canines are half an inch longer than than the rest of them. In between the teeth resides a long tongue that reaches up past her nostrils. Though, the biggest feature that stands out the most is the fact she has a tail. It only reaches down to her knees, and the fur is a golden color with an ashen brown tip. So, it does have a great resemblance to a lion tail. The feature she can hide the best are her claws which not extended they are an inch long, and when out they are around four inches in length with a red-grey tint to them.
Uniform: She wears the simple black, skin tight uniform, but has customized it to her liking. On the arms instead of full gloves they are without tips to let her claws go in, and out as she pleases. So she had no sleeves, but high gloves that go up to her elbows that are reinforced by bands that go around it. The sleeveless area makes it so there is more free movement in her shoulders. She has a zigzag pattern on all all the edges. The black leather runs down into a black belt that has a belt buckle that resemble horns. That runs into the tight pants that stick to her form. There are a series of zipper pockets that run down the side of the seam of the pants to hold the various objects she may need to keep with her. On her feet are boots that fit to her form with large pieces of metal at the toe, the bottoms have hard spikes for traction, and grip, and the heel has a white circle with a slash painted onto the heel.
Personality:
When it comes down to it Lockley is a very quiet, and hardly ever talks. Most of the time she will communicate through body language or by other means that seem to be more easily done at the time. She does not enjoy talking unless it is needed because most of the time she really has nothing nice to say, even through she has been known to break this rule, but a lot of the time she is seen sitting in a corner with an angry or irritated look in her eyes. She is not a confrontational person by nature, but she is very aggressive so it is better to stay out of her way when she is determined to do something. She has a beyond stubborn personality that always seems to be written in her hardened jaw line.
Underneath this, is someone who is intelligent, and enjoys learning, even though she seems like a rebel, and a punk she has a very inquisitive mind. She enjoys learning about different things, even though the way that she talks you would never think so. Even, as a mean person she can be nice at times. To those who are close to her she is like a kitten... There are not many people that she really is close to or hits it off with. She is a hard shell to crack, but once you get there you will see a funny, and perverted girl.
Family:
Julius Anders (Deceased)
Marion Anders (Deceased)
Angelina Anders (Deceased)
Frederick Kales (Unknown)
Grandma Sanders (Living)
History:
When a child is born, it is usually a very happy occasion. Families will get together, and dote over the newborn with all the love expected from them, and more. In the case of Lockley Anders, this was not true. Of course, she was not born under normal circumstances. It all started with a man, and a woman who fell in 'love', and conceived such a child in the first place. This is a story of love, hate, imprisonment, and a harsh death caused by the 'love' shared by her parents. It all started with a very simple hello.
Lockley's mother was a simple woman who was born in Helena, Montana to a devoted man of God, and housewife that seemed to be very set in their ways. They hammered the Catholic Christian belief into the girl, but she always proved to be a troublemaker no matter what they did to keep her as a good Christian girl that always did the 'right' thing. No matter what they did, Angelina Anders never listened to her parents no matter what they did, but after years of her not listening, there was only one option left in their minds. They finally sent the girl to a convent in the Rocky Mountains near the Canadian border.
As always, she was rebellious towards this decision, and tried running away many times, but since her mother stayed home, she always had a watchful eye on the girl. A couple weeks later her belongings, that were appropriate, were packed up, and she was sent to the place that she did not belong. Right away she did not fit in. She was underneath the paddle a lot of the time by the harsh nuns. The seventeen year old, of course, quieted down after a while. She knew if she played nice until she was eighteen then she would be able to get away from her control freak parents. So, as soon as she turned eighteen she packed up some clothes, and sentimental items to run to the Canadian border. She passed through without her parents realizing, and was now an illegal there.
She went into prostitution while she was there. It was the only way that she could make money, and since she was an illegal it was hard to find a job that did not ask for credentials. This is how Angelina Anders met Frederick Kales, Lockley's father, though she did not meet him on the job. It was a simple day at a bar. She was looking if she could score a job, but ended up in a conversation with a man in a suit that had sat down next to her with a melancholy look on his face. As the conversation got more, and more in depth it seemed that the man offered her to come back to his place.
So, she was escorted out of the bar into a stretch limo. She was amazed as the man continued his conversation, and was oblivious to her amazement. She was driven to his home where they continued the conversation, and the night ended in the conception of Lockley. Of course, they would not know that for a long time. They continued with the secret meetings, and Angelina was pampered beyond belief, then she started to show, and missed a certain time of month. As soon as Frederick noticed, he started to panic.
Angelina was not the only woman in his life. He had a wife, and a family of his own, and tried to get rid of his secret love, but she posed a threat. She was going to reveal herself to his wife. He could not have that. Since Frederick was a powerful politician, it did not seem proper that he should get such bad press. He did not want to kill the woman that he held a certain love for so he sent her to a 'facility' in the Rocky Mountains to live out her days. This 'facility' was actually a prison for the sane, and criminally insane citizens of Canada, experimentation also happened there on a regular basis to some of stranger 'patients.'
What was shown off as an insane asylum, and prison was actually a research facility for mutants. Angelina spent many months there, not knowing why the man did not just do away with her. While other prisoners were left to wonder in a broken off area, she was locked in a lone cell to keep her, and her growing baby safe. Nine months later, Lockley was finally brought into the world. It was a hard birth, but the mother hardly made it through with her life.
Though, she was not born normal. She was born with a slight nub on her rump that was rounded at the end. Over the years this would grow into a tail. The Doctor's looked at this deformity as a great opportunity. They would come in regularly to check up on the child, and give her toys. She was a happy child, even though she did not understand the situation fully. As she got older, she was brought books to learn, and read, and her mother, even though she was always frail, and tired, would read to the girl hours on end until she fell into sleep. The scientists would systematically transport the girl, and her mother from Canada to America if there were any investigators to come, and check up to see if the living standards up to par. They did not want the child, and mother found.
She had the peaceful life for another six years, and learned quickly. She was quite the talker, and was very opinionated at such a young age. Some doctors even enjoyed going in to see the ball of sunshine past the hardened criminals. Though, the ball of sunshine slowly started to dim out around the age of seven. Her mother was slowly getting sicker at the time, and the doctors attempted to 'save' the woman, but she ended up dying anyways. The doctors were never helping the woman, they were actually slowly feeding her poison to make it seem like she was just getting sick. Lockley forever mourned her mother, but as her body was escorted away she knew that all of her safety was gone.
During this period she was finally marked. They had taken the thrashing child into the lab, and strapped her down, and proceeded to tattoo her experiment number on the back of her neck, left shoulder, and another on the inner thigh. These marks would forever connect her to that place. She was then set out into the prison with the other inmates. They did not really take notice of the small child at first. There were many mutants there, that had the appearance of a child, but were much older, but after a while they realized that she was a youngling.
Some of them would gang up on her while others would keep them near her. Not all of them were bad. She did stay near a certain group of men, knowing that she would not be messed with, though there was one inmate that always bullied her no matter what. This how she got the many scars on her ears. She was born with the points, and while the bully would steal her food, he would usually pop her in the head with his claws. This equaled to a lot of malnutrition to happen.
As she grew, she knew that she would have to learn to defend herself, and get stronger. So, when food was handed out, she would hid some in her pants pockets or other crevices to eat later. Even, though the bully would continue his little stunts she would not react to him anymore which made him lose interest in her for long periods of time. So, she put the gym to use. Even, though the place had a lot of restrictions, they still had an area for the 'inmates' to stretch out, and get out pent up energy in a healthy fashion.
Many of the men taunted the small girl as she struggled with the many weights, but she still pushed herself onward. By the time she was ten, she was a muscular, little powerhouse. One day the bully came after her in a violent rage. Thinking she would just sit there, and take it, but he was very, very wrong. This was the first appearance of her claws. They came out with a splatter of blood from her cuticle beds. As he went for a punch in the stomach she had naturally pushed her claws into his neck to slit his throat. She did not mean to, and it was an act of defense. She was horrified at what had done, and was automatically taken by the scientists to study this new found development.
They prodded the child with needles, and kept on the table a couple of days as test were run. She was fed regularly of course, and it was decided that she be put back with the rest of the inmates, as it were a 'freak accident'. At this time her tail was fully formed with a bristly tip. As her claws grew, so did her need for physical activity. The child was usually seen running around the indoor track for long periods of time. Not many people messed with her out of respect from the happening of the many years before, but she still had to defend herself on some occasions.
At the age of twelve she had been in numerous fights, and either occupied herself by reading or physically exerting herself in the gym. She was a mature child, and she preferred to be by herself at this age. During this time she found a book on guitars. She actually requested from the Doctor's to get her one, and it was easily given to her. Some the doctors still had a soft spot for the now violent child. She would lock herself in her cell, and sit there for hours playing, and trying to figure out different chords. This was one of the few activities that she actually enjoyed. She lived in relative piece for the next year or so, but prison life was forever changing, and ruff.
Her father finally decided to come, and see her. He thought her mother was still alive, but he only saw Lockley through the bars of the viewing area, and turned away from the feral child in disgust. He ordered them to to kill her. She wanted no connection to the girl that was a mutant. She was not a human in his eyes. The doctors did not want to do this for a subject that they had been working on for years. A girl molded by rough prison life would have no place in the outside world, or so they thought.
With prisoners/subjects constantly coming in, and out there was a very high possibly of a riot, and one did happen. On the night that she was supposed to be euthanized all of the prisoners attacked the guards. She saw this as a good time to escape. In this process she did get hurt. A deep cut on both shoulders, but she did not notice. This stressful act caused her healing to kick in, and the cuts slowly closed up without a problem. She ran wildly through the woods, and found the dark cave to stay in for the night. When, she woke up the next morning she was somewhat amazed, and scared at the sight she was seeing. She had never actually been outside before. After the riot, she was proclaimed as dead, not thinking she could have escaped in all of the chaos. After the fire the whole project was shut down for the complications, and lack of funding to rebuild the facility to rebuild it with better security than before. So it was easy to say that the whole idea was dropped, and all information that was not destroyed in the fire was quickly covered up or gotten rid of to keep the burned skeleton of the house a secret. The horrors done there would only be known by a select few.
As she slowly wondered away from the burned facility, she explored the environment. She sniffed every tree, and would study everything that was around her with great intent. She even found grass as a strange, new idea. She wondered around for many days before she finally came upon a small town. Here she finally collapsed from exhaustion, and was brought in by an old lady. She was very cautious of the woman at first, but the old woman seemed to be a mutant herself, and assured her it was alright. She adopted the girl, and renamed her Carnie Sanders, but was still called Lockley. Seeing the young mutant needed a home, and she needed someone to help her around the house it worked out quite well. She did was not used to mundane life, but it was a change from what she was used to which was most likely a good thing. The woman would regularly drill her in manners, and other ideals that were normal in society.
At the age of fourteen, she was somewhat normal, but still had violent tendencies. As puberty hit the child, she usually went into fits of rage. At this time her sharp teeth slowly pushed in. Slowly all of her teeth fell out to be replaced by meat hooks. She slowly started to get more, and more carnivorous, but always kept the human side of herself to the surface. This year is when she reached six feet in height, through a growth spurt, and gained her massive bosom, and rump. When she turned fifteen the growth spurt stopped, and home schooling had begun. The woman used to be a teacher, and once the teen was adjusted to life. She started to teach her, but then Mutant Registration Act was put down.
Lockely did not think much of it, and 'Grandma Sanders', registered her on her consent along with herself. She lived in relative peace until the woman who took care of her could no longer handle the wild teen, and her rage problems. She would attack people that teased her, and had become very angry for no reason. The teen would go into seemingly random rages that did not stop for long periods of times. So, she registered she contacted the school herself. She let them know the situation,and Lockley is now on her way to Xavier's School.
Classification: Gamma
Powers:
Regeneration:
When she is hurt in some way, she is able to heal the wound quicker than that of a normal human. This does not make her immortal or 'unkillable' in anyway. It all matters on how much she eats, or if the object that caused the wound is taken out in time. If she does not eat for an extended amount of time, then her healing rate will actually slow down, but if she gets her high protein meals then she will heal herself a lot faster than a human. She can take shots to the heart, and the head, but the object would have to be taken out in time. She has five minutes to get the object out before her body starts to shut down. An example of some of her scars are the notches on her ears. At that time she did not get a lot of food, therefore they are permanent scars, and pieces of missing flesh. If she eats normally, then she will be find. It is more of the fact her body needs the fuel to actually perform the act.
High Senses:
Her senses are a lot stronger than that of a human's. She is able to hear so well, that high pitched noises will cripple her. This, can also be said for sight. Bright flashes of light will daze her momentarily, but this clears up a lot faster than if she were to hear a high-pitched noise. She can track scents, has great smell memory. When it comes to taste she is able to actually taste the air with her tongue to figure out what something is.
Animal Features: Since her features are a lot different than a humans her body works a little bit differently:
Claws: This feature is very basic. Sheathed they are an inch in length, once they are out they reach three to four inches in length. These babies are able to cut through many materials, and weaker metals take great damage. She is able to use them to make her move faster, or even help her turn by using them as grips. Besides this they can be quite a problem. She has quite a problem when it comes to touching anything for fear of somehow destroying it. She accidentally scratches herself a lot of the time.
Teeth: Her teeth are long, and sharp. Since the they are pointed backwards, they work almost as meat hooks when she grabs onto something used them. They are able to mash up bone easily, and cause dents in things like brick or concrete. Some light metals she might be able to go through, but it would be quite a fight to see her do so. The drawbacks of these teeth is that she can get things caught in them very easily, and has trouble not biting herself. So, a lot of the time she has to let her canines hang out of her mouth so she does not hurt herself.
Strength: Her muscles mass, and height are greater than that of a normal human, woman. She has a 0% fat body index letting her lift things that are much larger than her if she needs to. Her physical is ability is about the same as a full grown male that is in peak physical condition.
Speed: Even though she is so large she is able to move with the grace, and speed of a feline. Her top speed is 40 mph, and an average speed she can keep is around 20 mph. This is usually through the use of her claws to propel herself faster, and faster on all fours. Yes, she runs on all fours. While using her tail for balance she is able to propel herself forward faster than she is able to run on two legs.
Instinct(Berserk): The overall instinct she possesses forms as a strength, and a weakness. A lot of the time, she fights the instinct for the hunt, the instinct for the kill because of her life in a captive space. Sure, she had her screw ups, but the only time this happens is when she is protecting herself, and cannot contain her rage. In these instances she has been known to go into an unpredictable Berserker-like rage that she is hard to get out of. His vision goes red, and she can hardly contain herself in these situations. Anyone can be attacked during these instances. In this state all of her strength, and energy are heightened, but after it wears off she goes will pass out from fatigue. This was the main reason that she was sent to Xavier's School.
Skills:
Fighting: She does not seem to have a certain style, but over years of watching many other prisons fight, and having to protect herself she had slowly formed her own style of fighting. The style itself is vicious, and aims at all the weaknesses that her opponent reveals to her through certain movements of their bodies. Body says a lot, and she reads it very well. When she is on the defensive she is very, very intricate, and is hard to surprise or get to. When she is on the attack, she is vicious, and is not someone who seems to understand the concept of mercy.
Reading: She is someone who enjoys mental endeavors along with physical ones. Even though this is really not a skill, but more of a hobby it is somewhat comical to see the large, athletic girl curl up in a high place to read a good book. She will sit there for hours just enjoying what is printed down on paper.
Multilingual: Besides speaking English, she has the ability to speak French-Canadian, and French. She also knows some German, but just enough to get by if she needed to. German was not a language that she really enjoyed learning.
Guitar: She enjoys any type of guitars. Electric, 12 stringed or even a bass guitar. She enjoys playing them at all hours of the day. She will just relaxed, sit back, and strum the strings using her claws. No guitar pick is needed. Just a gently touch with a clawed hand, and she is creating beautiful music from the soul.
Weaponry:
Claws
Teeth
Role Play Sample:
Day, and night seemed to have a great difference, and were usually easily to tell apart. Day was bright, and warm to the touch. Night was cold, and vacant to the grasp. She did not understand what day was, and what night was because she had never seen either of them. These concepts were unknown to to her in such a circumstance. She had never seen the light of day or the gentle breeze of a night time storm. The feelings were unknown to her in such cases. Her body was used to the eternal darkness of an underground home. She doubted that she would ever see the light of day. This fact was ingrained in her mind since the day that her mother was wheeled out on a stretcher. Reality was a bitch, and she seemed to be the whore that was in her fury.
It was strange to think a child was had these thoughts milling through her head like beehive. It was not reassuring for her future. She had let herself believe that she would live here until the end of her days. She did not enjoy that fact, but some times taking the situation, and seeing it for what it was, was better than pretending that she would ever get her chance at freedom. She doubted she would even have a place in the outside world. She had been in this dank, hell for such a long time that she embodied the very feeling that the place carried. She smelled of blood, and old books. She doubted the scent would ever leave her. She had ever since the day she made her first kill.
That day she was shown for what she really was, a freak among the freaks that inhabited the dungeon known as the Ozarks Asylum. A name that was reassuring to some, but to others it was a painful reminder of what was drilled into her head for years. This is what she called home. The small cell on the very edge of the compound was her's. It was tucked away from the others, and was twice as small. It had a creaky bed that creaked every time she moved, and over them sheets that had enough holes that it could be mistaken for cheese. There was a small sink on one side of the room along with a toilet. There was a shower head, and drain in the back corner of the small space. It was not much, but it was home.
A guitar rested on her lap as she sat in the 'mess hall' with some food in front of her. She strummed a couple of chords mindlessly before she slowly brought her hands forward to start eating. She moved quickly with her eyes half closed, and mouth salvaging everything on the tray. She even licked it clean. This was necessary to survive, therefore she did it. She pushed the plate away from her, and slowly ran her hand over her mouth to clear it of any of the gruel that was served in this place. She scratched underneath her eye with a claw in a gentle, circular motion before slowly getting up, and leaving the tray where it was.
Her tail swung slowly back, and forth with her head down when she bumped into a muscular chest. She kept her head down as the man made snide remarks, "Hey girly, watcha doin later", he cooed trying to run his fingers through her short hair in a sensual fashion. She could smell the rotten meat on his disgusting breath. Ewww.. She slowly stepped around the beastly figure without saying anything. The guitar was over her shoulder, and the man huffed at her before moving on. If they did not get a response then they would leave her along most of the time. It had worked for years, therefore she would keep on doing it. She moved through the halls with her head slowly raised so she could look around to see if anyone was in front of her that needed to be avoided. She slowly set her claws against her teeth, and picked some of the food out of her teeth.
She licked the food that was scratched off of them from her finger before sucking on them. She made it to her cell undisturbed, and closed the door behind her before locking it. She slowly sat down on her bed, and set the instrument off to the side. She slowly relaxed, and raised her muscular arms above her head. She splayed her fingers out, and stared at the talon-like digits for a couple of seconds before bringing her arm back, and slashing the wall behind her to show a deep, and jagged cuts. There were numerous marks like this that were all over the room to show that she really had these instruments of death after all. It was not just some demented dream.
She popped her knuckles slowly before her tongue came out to lick her nostrils. She breathed out a hot puff of air before slowly laying down into a slightly curled up position. She saw no need for the sheets, they did nothing, but hindered her movement. She licked her lips as she rested her head off to the side. She let off a loud yawn before her eyes grew heavier, and heavier. Her eyes slowly started to do in the process of going to sleep. She pushed her torn ear against the rough fabric to drown out some of the noise. Men talking, men fighting, men screaming. Always some man making so much noise to keep her from sleeping. They were such a nuisance. She let her head rest outward slightly so her body was to the side, but her face was straight up, and down. Her eyes were finally closed fully, and resigned herself to the thought of sleep, but it seemed like hours before it actually came, and took her away on a silver carriage out of that hell hole. Oh, how she wished that would actually happen.
Your Name: Chess
Other Characters: None
Full Name: Lockley Carnie Sanders
Codename: Rabid
Nicknames:
Experiment 81-21
Inmate 54-68-77
Carnie
Animal
Wild Cat
Fluffy
Type: Original
Gender: Female
Species: Homo superior
Age: 16
Date of Birth: March 2nd
Hometown: Rocky Mountains
Current Residence: Xavier's Institute
Loyalty: X-Student
Occupation: N/A
Hair Colour: Ashen Brown
Eye Colour: Alice Blue
Height: 6 ft
Weight: 170 lbs.
Body Type: Athletic/Thin
Typical Style: Punk Tomboy
Distinguishing Features: Her ears are pointed with random fleshy pieces of it missing to give it a jagged look. She also has a numbered tattoo on her arm, inner thigh, and on the back of her neck from her time in the 'slammer.'
Physical Mutations: She has pointed ears that are three inches in length. Her eyes have slitted pupils that glow when light flashes in her eyes. All of her teeth are sharpened to points, and her canines are half an inch longer than than the rest of them. In between the teeth resides a long tongue that reaches up past her nostrils. Though, the biggest feature that stands out the most is the fact she has a tail. It only reaches down to her knees, and the fur is a golden color with an ashen brown tip. So, it does have a great resemblance to a lion tail. The feature she can hide the best are her claws which not extended they are an inch long, and when out they are around four inches in length with a red-grey tint to them.
Uniform: She wears the simple black, skin tight uniform, but has customized it to her liking. On the arms instead of full gloves they are without tips to let her claws go in, and out as she pleases. So she had no sleeves, but high gloves that go up to her elbows that are reinforced by bands that go around it. The sleeveless area makes it so there is more free movement in her shoulders. She has a zigzag pattern on all all the edges. The black leather runs down into a black belt that has a belt buckle that resemble horns. That runs into the tight pants that stick to her form. There are a series of zipper pockets that run down the side of the seam of the pants to hold the various objects she may need to keep with her. On her feet are boots that fit to her form with large pieces of metal at the toe, the bottoms have hard spikes for traction, and grip, and the heel has a white circle with a slash painted onto the heel.
Personality:
When it comes down to it Lockley is a very quiet, and hardly ever talks. Most of the time she will communicate through body language or by other means that seem to be more easily done at the time. She does not enjoy talking unless it is needed because most of the time she really has nothing nice to say, even through she has been known to break this rule, but a lot of the time she is seen sitting in a corner with an angry or irritated look in her eyes. She is not a confrontational person by nature, but she is very aggressive so it is better to stay out of her way when she is determined to do something. She has a beyond stubborn personality that always seems to be written in her hardened jaw line.
Underneath this, is someone who is intelligent, and enjoys learning, even though she seems like a rebel, and a punk she has a very inquisitive mind. She enjoys learning about different things, even though the way that she talks you would never think so. Even, as a mean person she can be nice at times. To those who are close to her she is like a kitten... There are not many people that she really is close to or hits it off with. She is a hard shell to crack, but once you get there you will see a funny, and perverted girl.
Family:
Julius Anders (Deceased)
Marion Anders (Deceased)
Angelina Anders (Deceased)
Frederick Kales (Unknown)
Grandma Sanders (Living)
History:
When a child is born, it is usually a very happy occasion. Families will get together, and dote over the newborn with all the love expected from them, and more. In the case of Lockley Anders, this was not true. Of course, she was not born under normal circumstances. It all started with a man, and a woman who fell in 'love', and conceived such a child in the first place. This is a story of love, hate, imprisonment, and a harsh death caused by the 'love' shared by her parents. It all started with a very simple hello.
Lockley's mother was a simple woman who was born in Helena, Montana to a devoted man of God, and housewife that seemed to be very set in their ways. They hammered the Catholic Christian belief into the girl, but she always proved to be a troublemaker no matter what they did to keep her as a good Christian girl that always did the 'right' thing. No matter what they did, Angelina Anders never listened to her parents no matter what they did, but after years of her not listening, there was only one option left in their minds. They finally sent the girl to a convent in the Rocky Mountains near the Canadian border.
As always, she was rebellious towards this decision, and tried running away many times, but since her mother stayed home, she always had a watchful eye on the girl. A couple weeks later her belongings, that were appropriate, were packed up, and she was sent to the place that she did not belong. Right away she did not fit in. She was underneath the paddle a lot of the time by the harsh nuns. The seventeen year old, of course, quieted down after a while. She knew if she played nice until she was eighteen then she would be able to get away from her control freak parents. So, as soon as she turned eighteen she packed up some clothes, and sentimental items to run to the Canadian border. She passed through without her parents realizing, and was now an illegal there.
She went into prostitution while she was there. It was the only way that she could make money, and since she was an illegal it was hard to find a job that did not ask for credentials. This is how Angelina Anders met Frederick Kales, Lockley's father, though she did not meet him on the job. It was a simple day at a bar. She was looking if she could score a job, but ended up in a conversation with a man in a suit that had sat down next to her with a melancholy look on his face. As the conversation got more, and more in depth it seemed that the man offered her to come back to his place.
So, she was escorted out of the bar into a stretch limo. She was amazed as the man continued his conversation, and was oblivious to her amazement. She was driven to his home where they continued the conversation, and the night ended in the conception of Lockley. Of course, they would not know that for a long time. They continued with the secret meetings, and Angelina was pampered beyond belief, then she started to show, and missed a certain time of month. As soon as Frederick noticed, he started to panic.
Angelina was not the only woman in his life. He had a wife, and a family of his own, and tried to get rid of his secret love, but she posed a threat. She was going to reveal herself to his wife. He could not have that. Since Frederick was a powerful politician, it did not seem proper that he should get such bad press. He did not want to kill the woman that he held a certain love for so he sent her to a 'facility' in the Rocky Mountains to live out her days. This 'facility' was actually a prison for the sane, and criminally insane citizens of Canada, experimentation also happened there on a regular basis to some of stranger 'patients.'
What was shown off as an insane asylum, and prison was actually a research facility for mutants. Angelina spent many months there, not knowing why the man did not just do away with her. While other prisoners were left to wonder in a broken off area, she was locked in a lone cell to keep her, and her growing baby safe. Nine months later, Lockley was finally brought into the world. It was a hard birth, but the mother hardly made it through with her life.
Though, she was not born normal. She was born with a slight nub on her rump that was rounded at the end. Over the years this would grow into a tail. The Doctor's looked at this deformity as a great opportunity. They would come in regularly to check up on the child, and give her toys. She was a happy child, even though she did not understand the situation fully. As she got older, she was brought books to learn, and read, and her mother, even though she was always frail, and tired, would read to the girl hours on end until she fell into sleep. The scientists would systematically transport the girl, and her mother from Canada to America if there were any investigators to come, and check up to see if the living standards up to par. They did not want the child, and mother found.
She had the peaceful life for another six years, and learned quickly. She was quite the talker, and was very opinionated at such a young age. Some doctors even enjoyed going in to see the ball of sunshine past the hardened criminals. Though, the ball of sunshine slowly started to dim out around the age of seven. Her mother was slowly getting sicker at the time, and the doctors attempted to 'save' the woman, but she ended up dying anyways. The doctors were never helping the woman, they were actually slowly feeding her poison to make it seem like she was just getting sick. Lockley forever mourned her mother, but as her body was escorted away she knew that all of her safety was gone.
During this period she was finally marked. They had taken the thrashing child into the lab, and strapped her down, and proceeded to tattoo her experiment number on the back of her neck, left shoulder, and another on the inner thigh. These marks would forever connect her to that place. She was then set out into the prison with the other inmates. They did not really take notice of the small child at first. There were many mutants there, that had the appearance of a child, but were much older, but after a while they realized that she was a youngling.
Some of them would gang up on her while others would keep them near her. Not all of them were bad. She did stay near a certain group of men, knowing that she would not be messed with, though there was one inmate that always bullied her no matter what. This how she got the many scars on her ears. She was born with the points, and while the bully would steal her food, he would usually pop her in the head with his claws. This equaled to a lot of malnutrition to happen.
As she grew, she knew that she would have to learn to defend herself, and get stronger. So, when food was handed out, she would hid some in her pants pockets or other crevices to eat later. Even, though the bully would continue his little stunts she would not react to him anymore which made him lose interest in her for long periods of time. So, she put the gym to use. Even, though the place had a lot of restrictions, they still had an area for the 'inmates' to stretch out, and get out pent up energy in a healthy fashion.
Many of the men taunted the small girl as she struggled with the many weights, but she still pushed herself onward. By the time she was ten, she was a muscular, little powerhouse. One day the bully came after her in a violent rage. Thinking she would just sit there, and take it, but he was very, very wrong. This was the first appearance of her claws. They came out with a splatter of blood from her cuticle beds. As he went for a punch in the stomach she had naturally pushed her claws into his neck to slit his throat. She did not mean to, and it was an act of defense. She was horrified at what had done, and was automatically taken by the scientists to study this new found development.
They prodded the child with needles, and kept on the table a couple of days as test were run. She was fed regularly of course, and it was decided that she be put back with the rest of the inmates, as it were a 'freak accident'. At this time her tail was fully formed with a bristly tip. As her claws grew, so did her need for physical activity. The child was usually seen running around the indoor track for long periods of time. Not many people messed with her out of respect from the happening of the many years before, but she still had to defend herself on some occasions.
At the age of twelve she had been in numerous fights, and either occupied herself by reading or physically exerting herself in the gym. She was a mature child, and she preferred to be by herself at this age. During this time she found a book on guitars. She actually requested from the Doctor's to get her one, and it was easily given to her. Some the doctors still had a soft spot for the now violent child. She would lock herself in her cell, and sit there for hours playing, and trying to figure out different chords. This was one of the few activities that she actually enjoyed. She lived in relative piece for the next year or so, but prison life was forever changing, and ruff.
Her father finally decided to come, and see her. He thought her mother was still alive, but he only saw Lockley through the bars of the viewing area, and turned away from the feral child in disgust. He ordered them to to kill her. She wanted no connection to the girl that was a mutant. She was not a human in his eyes. The doctors did not want to do this for a subject that they had been working on for years. A girl molded by rough prison life would have no place in the outside world, or so they thought.
With prisoners/subjects constantly coming in, and out there was a very high possibly of a riot, and one did happen. On the night that she was supposed to be euthanized all of the prisoners attacked the guards. She saw this as a good time to escape. In this process she did get hurt. A deep cut on both shoulders, but she did not notice. This stressful act caused her healing to kick in, and the cuts slowly closed up without a problem. She ran wildly through the woods, and found the dark cave to stay in for the night. When, she woke up the next morning she was somewhat amazed, and scared at the sight she was seeing. She had never actually been outside before. After the riot, she was proclaimed as dead, not thinking she could have escaped in all of the chaos. After the fire the whole project was shut down for the complications, and lack of funding to rebuild the facility to rebuild it with better security than before. So it was easy to say that the whole idea was dropped, and all information that was not destroyed in the fire was quickly covered up or gotten rid of to keep the burned skeleton of the house a secret. The horrors done there would only be known by a select few.
As she slowly wondered away from the burned facility, she explored the environment. She sniffed every tree, and would study everything that was around her with great intent. She even found grass as a strange, new idea. She wondered around for many days before she finally came upon a small town. Here she finally collapsed from exhaustion, and was brought in by an old lady. She was very cautious of the woman at first, but the old woman seemed to be a mutant herself, and assured her it was alright. She adopted the girl, and renamed her Carnie Sanders, but was still called Lockley. Seeing the young mutant needed a home, and she needed someone to help her around the house it worked out quite well. She did was not used to mundane life, but it was a change from what she was used to which was most likely a good thing. The woman would regularly drill her in manners, and other ideals that were normal in society.
At the age of fourteen, she was somewhat normal, but still had violent tendencies. As puberty hit the child, she usually went into fits of rage. At this time her sharp teeth slowly pushed in. Slowly all of her teeth fell out to be replaced by meat hooks. She slowly started to get more, and more carnivorous, but always kept the human side of herself to the surface. This year is when she reached six feet in height, through a growth spurt, and gained her massive bosom, and rump. When she turned fifteen the growth spurt stopped, and home schooling had begun. The woman used to be a teacher, and once the teen was adjusted to life. She started to teach her, but then Mutant Registration Act was put down.
Lockely did not think much of it, and 'Grandma Sanders', registered her on her consent along with herself. She lived in relative peace until the woman who took care of her could no longer handle the wild teen, and her rage problems. She would attack people that teased her, and had become very angry for no reason. The teen would go into seemingly random rages that did not stop for long periods of times. So, she registered she contacted the school herself. She let them know the situation,and Lockley is now on her way to Xavier's School.
Classification: Gamma
Powers:
Regeneration:
When she is hurt in some way, she is able to heal the wound quicker than that of a normal human. This does not make her immortal or 'unkillable' in anyway. It all matters on how much she eats, or if the object that caused the wound is taken out in time. If she does not eat for an extended amount of time, then her healing rate will actually slow down, but if she gets her high protein meals then she will heal herself a lot faster than a human. She can take shots to the heart, and the head, but the object would have to be taken out in time. She has five minutes to get the object out before her body starts to shut down. An example of some of her scars are the notches on her ears. At that time she did not get a lot of food, therefore they are permanent scars, and pieces of missing flesh. If she eats normally, then she will be find. It is more of the fact her body needs the fuel to actually perform the act.
High Senses:
Her senses are a lot stronger than that of a human's. She is able to hear so well, that high pitched noises will cripple her. This, can also be said for sight. Bright flashes of light will daze her momentarily, but this clears up a lot faster than if she were to hear a high-pitched noise. She can track scents, has great smell memory. When it comes to taste she is able to actually taste the air with her tongue to figure out what something is.
Animal Features: Since her features are a lot different than a humans her body works a little bit differently:
Claws: This feature is very basic. Sheathed they are an inch in length, once they are out they reach three to four inches in length. These babies are able to cut through many materials, and weaker metals take great damage. She is able to use them to make her move faster, or even help her turn by using them as grips. Besides this they can be quite a problem. She has quite a problem when it comes to touching anything for fear of somehow destroying it. She accidentally scratches herself a lot of the time.
Teeth: Her teeth are long, and sharp. Since the they are pointed backwards, they work almost as meat hooks when she grabs onto something used them. They are able to mash up bone easily, and cause dents in things like brick or concrete. Some light metals she might be able to go through, but it would be quite a fight to see her do so. The drawbacks of these teeth is that she can get things caught in them very easily, and has trouble not biting herself. So, a lot of the time she has to let her canines hang out of her mouth so she does not hurt herself.
Strength: Her muscles mass, and height are greater than that of a normal human, woman. She has a 0% fat body index letting her lift things that are much larger than her if she needs to. Her physical is ability is about the same as a full grown male that is in peak physical condition.
Speed: Even though she is so large she is able to move with the grace, and speed of a feline. Her top speed is 40 mph, and an average speed she can keep is around 20 mph. This is usually through the use of her claws to propel herself faster, and faster on all fours. Yes, she runs on all fours. While using her tail for balance she is able to propel herself forward faster than she is able to run on two legs.
Instinct(Berserk): The overall instinct she possesses forms as a strength, and a weakness. A lot of the time, she fights the instinct for the hunt, the instinct for the kill because of her life in a captive space. Sure, she had her screw ups, but the only time this happens is when she is protecting herself, and cannot contain her rage. In these instances she has been known to go into an unpredictable Berserker-like rage that she is hard to get out of. His vision goes red, and she can hardly contain herself in these situations. Anyone can be attacked during these instances. In this state all of her strength, and energy are heightened, but after it wears off she goes will pass out from fatigue. This was the main reason that she was sent to Xavier's School.
Skills:
Fighting: She does not seem to have a certain style, but over years of watching many other prisons fight, and having to protect herself she had slowly formed her own style of fighting. The style itself is vicious, and aims at all the weaknesses that her opponent reveals to her through certain movements of their bodies. Body says a lot, and she reads it very well. When she is on the defensive she is very, very intricate, and is hard to surprise or get to. When she is on the attack, she is vicious, and is not someone who seems to understand the concept of mercy.
Reading: She is someone who enjoys mental endeavors along with physical ones. Even though this is really not a skill, but more of a hobby it is somewhat comical to see the large, athletic girl curl up in a high place to read a good book. She will sit there for hours just enjoying what is printed down on paper.
Multilingual: Besides speaking English, she has the ability to speak French-Canadian, and French. She also knows some German, but just enough to get by if she needed to. German was not a language that she really enjoyed learning.
Guitar: She enjoys any type of guitars. Electric, 12 stringed or even a bass guitar. She enjoys playing them at all hours of the day. She will just relaxed, sit back, and strum the strings using her claws. No guitar pick is needed. Just a gently touch with a clawed hand, and she is creating beautiful music from the soul.
Weaponry:
Claws
Teeth
Role Play Sample:
Day, and night seemed to have a great difference, and were usually easily to tell apart. Day was bright, and warm to the touch. Night was cold, and vacant to the grasp. She did not understand what day was, and what night was because she had never seen either of them. These concepts were unknown to to her in such a circumstance. She had never seen the light of day or the gentle breeze of a night time storm. The feelings were unknown to her in such cases. Her body was used to the eternal darkness of an underground home. She doubted that she would ever see the light of day. This fact was ingrained in her mind since the day that her mother was wheeled out on a stretcher. Reality was a bitch, and she seemed to be the whore that was in her fury.
It was strange to think a child was had these thoughts milling through her head like beehive. It was not reassuring for her future. She had let herself believe that she would live here until the end of her days. She did not enjoy that fact, but some times taking the situation, and seeing it for what it was, was better than pretending that she would ever get her chance at freedom. She doubted she would even have a place in the outside world. She had been in this dank, hell for such a long time that she embodied the very feeling that the place carried. She smelled of blood, and old books. She doubted the scent would ever leave her. She had ever since the day she made her first kill.
That day she was shown for what she really was, a freak among the freaks that inhabited the dungeon known as the Ozarks Asylum. A name that was reassuring to some, but to others it was a painful reminder of what was drilled into her head for years. This is what she called home. The small cell on the very edge of the compound was her's. It was tucked away from the others, and was twice as small. It had a creaky bed that creaked every time she moved, and over them sheets that had enough holes that it could be mistaken for cheese. There was a small sink on one side of the room along with a toilet. There was a shower head, and drain in the back corner of the small space. It was not much, but it was home.
A guitar rested on her lap as she sat in the 'mess hall' with some food in front of her. She strummed a couple of chords mindlessly before she slowly brought her hands forward to start eating. She moved quickly with her eyes half closed, and mouth salvaging everything on the tray. She even licked it clean. This was necessary to survive, therefore she did it. She pushed the plate away from her, and slowly ran her hand over her mouth to clear it of any of the gruel that was served in this place. She scratched underneath her eye with a claw in a gentle, circular motion before slowly getting up, and leaving the tray where it was.
Her tail swung slowly back, and forth with her head down when she bumped into a muscular chest. She kept her head down as the man made snide remarks, "Hey girly, watcha doin later", he cooed trying to run his fingers through her short hair in a sensual fashion. She could smell the rotten meat on his disgusting breath. Ewww.. She slowly stepped around the beastly figure without saying anything. The guitar was over her shoulder, and the man huffed at her before moving on. If they did not get a response then they would leave her along most of the time. It had worked for years, therefore she would keep on doing it. She moved through the halls with her head slowly raised so she could look around to see if anyone was in front of her that needed to be avoided. She slowly set her claws against her teeth, and picked some of the food out of her teeth.
She licked the food that was scratched off of them from her finger before sucking on them. She made it to her cell undisturbed, and closed the door behind her before locking it. She slowly sat down on her bed, and set the instrument off to the side. She slowly relaxed, and raised her muscular arms above her head. She splayed her fingers out, and stared at the talon-like digits for a couple of seconds before bringing her arm back, and slashing the wall behind her to show a deep, and jagged cuts. There were numerous marks like this that were all over the room to show that she really had these instruments of death after all. It was not just some demented dream.
She popped her knuckles slowly before her tongue came out to lick her nostrils. She breathed out a hot puff of air before slowly laying down into a slightly curled up position. She saw no need for the sheets, they did nothing, but hindered her movement. She licked her lips as she rested her head off to the side. She let off a loud yawn before her eyes grew heavier, and heavier. Her eyes slowly started to do in the process of going to sleep. She pushed her torn ear against the rough fabric to drown out some of the noise. Men talking, men fighting, men screaming. Always some man making so much noise to keep her from sleeping. They were such a nuisance. She let her head rest outward slightly so her body was to the side, but her face was straight up, and down. Her eyes were finally closed fully, and resigned herself to the thought of sleep, but it seemed like hours before it actually came, and took her away on a silver carriage out of that hell hole. Oh, how she wished that would actually happen.
Your Name: Chess
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