Post by writinggirl01 on Nov 9, 2011 13:16:23 GMT -5
Application Lyrics are of Mad World. Credit of the lyrics go to Mad World
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* FAITH molly WEBSTER !
[/size]Full Name: Faith Molly Webster
Nicknames: Just Faith…
Codename: Lycan
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Birthday: June 3rd
Species: Mutant
Orientation: Heterosexual
Status: Single
Face Claim: Miranda Cosgrove
Student/Professor/Occupation: Hopefully student... Not exactly sure of where.
Which side are you on?: Neutral for now…
Abilities:
- Rapid healing - Faith possesses the natural mutant ability to heal rapidly. Minor cuts and scrapes heal within seconds while larger injuries can take hours to heal. The rapid healing also extends to her vitality, in which she appears to be the same age for many years.
- Wolf-like Fangs - Faith’s fangs resemble those of a wolf, thus of course would tell anyone she isn’t normal when she smiles. Since she doesn’t have claws, her fangs are her primary defense weapon. Since it seems that she is also part animal, she has some added benefits to this ability.
- Animal Empathy - Faith has the ability to sense the emotional state of animals on a basic level such as fear, anger, happiness or pain. She can even communicate with them to make the animal aware of her actions and or her intent.
- Heightened senses - Faith possesses the uncanny abilities to smell and hear things that others cannot. This includes, but not limited to, smelling infrared lasers, the stink that is the government from a two mile radius, and hear footsteps quite a ways off in the distance.
Ability Limits:
- Rapid healing - She can heal most wounds instantly, but major injuries would take a while as well as massive trauma. Such as turning herself into a human wrecking ball…
- Wolf-like fangs - They are used only in very, very close range fights. Thus she would have to be within grabbing distance in order to bite someone. She however, does not like to be that close to someone who might wish her harm…
- Heightened senses - Any loud noise or an abundance of noise would confuse her if she is using her hearing as a primary sense. Such as if she is tracking someone or fighting someone who cannot be easily seen. Bright lights could temporarily blind her, and rancid orders could perhaps put her nose out of order for a bit.
Character: Original
Eyes: Almond shape dark brown
Hair: Long, dark brown
Body Type: Athletic, but slender too.
Weight: 136 lbs.
Height: 5’5”
Flaws: Her very noticeable wolf-like fangs
Favorite: Has a very trusting overall face, when not showing her fangs…
GENERAL APPEARANCE---
Faith is rather fit for someone her size and shape. She likes to keep in shape, and prefers to work her anger out on something rather than let it bottle up inside of her. And she does get angry quiet easily. Because of this habit, she is rather fit and strong and able to take on the strongest being if needed. She isn’t of course overly attractive, but well tone and lets her personality do most of the work when meeting someone new.
Wardrobe: She prefers to wear clothes that make it easy for her move and fight in when necessary. Her favorite kind of outfit is tee shirts, jeans, and tennis shoes. She doesn‘t fit too well in formal wear and becomes quite uncomfortable upon wearing them. However, that doesn’t mean she will not put them on if she needed to. It just means that she would continuously tug and fidget in them until she can take them off for something more comfortable.
The Likes:
- Books
- Computer games
- Internet
The Dislikes:
- Rude people
- Being feared
- Being forced to do something she doesn’t like
The Fears:
- Losing those she cares for
- Loneliness
- Abandonment
The Hopes & Dreams:
- To never go back to the place she was raised
- To stay free
Strengths:
- Her size, which can be a misconception
- Her intelligence
- Anyone she considers as a friend
- Her training
Weaknesses:
- Antisocial
- Her attitude, which tends to get her into trouble
- Her fiery temper
- Anyone she considers as a friend
GENERAL PERSONALITY---
Faith's personality is quite complex. She is a quiet, reserved individual but can at times get completely the opposite when pushed. One of her most noble or honorable traits is that of loyalty. She will defend anyone to the death if that person has gotten her loyalty. Despite what she lacks in behavioral skills, she more than makes up for it in her field talents. Faith is an expert hunter, becoming proficient in using advanced weaponry and technology but she much prefers to use her claws. She normally doesn't hesitate in terminating enemies and using whatever methods necessary to get her targets.
Mother: Unknown
Father: James Logan Howlett - 114 (but looks about 35) - Close-Range Combat Professor
Sibling(s): Unknown
Hometown: A secret government facility…
GENERAL HISTORY---
Faith’s origins started back to where her father was part of the Weapon X Project, headed by the US government that was intended to deliberately induce superpowers for military purposes. It was part of a lager program called Weapon Plus and this large one was solely headed by John Sublime. When Weapon X, AKA James Howlett, escaped, they knew they needed to do something a bit different, and thus the plans for Faith were forming. However, they knew that they couldn’t experiment on mutants like Sublime and Weapon X Project. Instead, they created them. From Weapon X’s DNA and “other“ biological fluids, they were able produce a female child of his from his “other” biological fluids with his abilities. They implanted one of their ‘volunteers’ with the embryo, and watched as she carried it to term. They did not tell her that it was hers as well. When the child was born she had wolf-like fangs, and was named Faith by her mother before being carted off. She was given her surname of Webster by the government.
Faith grew up in the top secret government compound, learning to fight and kill. She was excellent at it. However, she did have one major flaw that they didn’t foresee her having, a conscious. But that is getting a bit ahead. Everyday, little Faith would get injured just to if her accelerated healing has started yet. Then one day, her handler brutally roughed her up, and her mutation kicked in. She healed instantly; she was only three. However instead of the bone claws they were hoping for, they had to settle for the wolf-like fangs the child was born with.
For the next eleven years, Faith has trained with the best in all areas of combat and has succeeded in assassinating any target present before her as well as she being taught basic combat skills and tracking. Her birthdays were marked by extremely painful procedures and experiments that were compared to the rest of the year, and for her sixteenth birthday she underwent a procedure so horrible that she does not wish to ever speak of it again... That was the last thing she could take from her ‘owners’, and she found out where they kept the file on her. She waited until the right time and made her escape. She made sure to grab her file before leaving the facility were she had grew up. Now she is on the search to find out who she is, not what she was created for.
Alias: Faith
Age: About the three decade mark
Gender: Female
Rules: Yes…more than once just to make sure there wasn’t a pass code…
RP Experience: More than ten years.
Where did you find us?: This time around, Keeble contacted me on ProBoards Support.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE--- From a X-Men/Marvel AU site based on the movies…Faith tuned out the screams of the two humans as she forced the imposter backward onto the back. She couldn’t afford to be distracted from her goal, so the sound of blood splattering behind her did not even phase her. She grew up in an environment like this, so all the dead corpses and the chaos as well as mayhem was nothing new to her. If she thought about it long enough, she was feeling rather at home among this mess. And that thought disturbed her more that how much she was enjoying the sensation of her claws embedded into him under her. She shouldn’t have felt so easily comfortable around her surroundings, but rather she wished she was at the mansion were she let herself believe that she was safe from Weapon X, her anger, and her animal side. So when he cried out in surprise and splattered his blood all over her face, she showed no emotion whatsoever and just stared at him with dead, cold, stone like eyes.
She had no feelings toward this man, just like she was going to kill him as if he was just any other target she was sent to eliminate. She looked even more frightful than the man below her, and if one would to look into her eyes for any sort of emotion then their search will be futile. She was just too well trained in hiding her emotions, and as she watched more blood lead out of the corners of his lips, hers curled up into a grin to match her eyes. He might have been trying to intimated a terrorist bomber, she was more psychotic than he was. She seemed to have nothing to live for, and in a sick twisted way she dug her claws around inside of him as soon as his own retracted back into his arms. She wasn’t entirely all there, but it seemed she was getting some sort of twisted sick kick from all this pain and blood around her. It was after all what she was groomed and conditioned to do. Memories of similar events run through her mind, but it was men, women, and children under her with her claws embedded in them. However, she wore the exact same facial expression as she had on now. Their screams for their mercy fell upon her death ears…
”You are just as brash and hasty as him, and just a inconsiderate of human life. But… You forgot… one important thing… Beware the fury of a patient man.”
Faith’s eyes did not leave his face, and as soon as she knew what was going to happen when he attempted to grip her head tightly she tried to jerk it back. But she was just a bit too late on the draw, and roared out in physical pain she hasn’t quite felt since she was forced to have her adamantium added to her skeleton. His unique to him were embedded into her skull through her eye sockets, and into her brain. It took every ounce of training and concentration she had to keep her claws extended and buried into his flesh. ”Then you should be familiar with the phrase, ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’. Just remember that it doesn’t have to apply to love.” She snarled at him. Since her eyesight was out of commission, her other senses immediately picked up the slack. More memories of brutal experiments performed on her came to the front. Most notably those of removing her eyes to see how long it would take them to heal or grow back. She spent the better part of the day walking around blind, and quickly learned to listen to her other senses input the missing information that would usually have been provided by her eyesight.
So she of course heard everything around her, and knew that she had to get his claws out of her head if she was going to survive this in the same pieces that she came into it. She heard the air whistling around the vehicle as the other guy threw it their way, and she quickly acted. She had to fight dirty, and so she did. She positioned her knee on his crouch and let gravity take it’s course putting all of her weight she could onto the one area of a male that no matter how tough they seem to be would hurt like hell. She hoped it was enough to get his claws out of her head, and in time for her next course of action. If she succeed in this, she would be able lay flat out on him with her claws still right where they were while the car landed on top of them. She of course would not be harmed much from the landing, but it would be enough to burrow her claws further into him.
Faith knew she had to get out from under the car, or she wouldn’t be good for much longer. Close quarters combat was never a good thing in her book. She didn’t have a way of retreating when her chances were not stacked for her. Of course she couldn’t help that sick, twisted grin of hers spreading across her face as he exclaimed even more pain from the force of the car landing on them. There was only one thing she could do, and even the chances of her actually succeeding in that was slim to none. She began to breath heavily, preparing her body for the overuse of oxygen she was about to consume with this act. She gritted her teeth, and swiftly with great strength pushed herself up off of him. She used the motion to attempt to damage his heart even further as she threw the car off of her back and into the air. She looked to be a bit unsteady on her feet for a few seconds before her body caught up with her efforts. She growled at the two of them, claws still extended and faced both of them off.
She saw a fight, and she was not going to back down. Not ever. Especially when she knew that she could handle them both for an unlimited amount of time. ”Is that all you two idiots got?! Come on, I’ve killed people who put up a bigger fight!!” She snarled at the two of them, and motioned for them to come at her. Her eyesight was slowly starting to come back, but she actually didn’t need it as her other senses would fill her in…
