Post by Raven "Mystique" Darkhölme on Jan 27, 2013 23:17:18 GMT -5
Raven Mystique Darkhölme
[/i][/color]Take Control...
TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR CITY[/i][/color][/center]
Full Name: Raven Darkhölme
Nicknames: Mystique
Gender: Female
Age: unknown – doesn't age at same rate at others, looks to be in mid-twenties
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (inclined towards men)
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Location: Gotham
Origin: Marvel
Play-By: Jennifer Lawrence [/center]
Height:5’7”
Hair: Red
Eyes: Yellow
Typical Clothing/Uniform: While her clothing changes depending on who she’s using her abilities to be, when in her natural state Mystique is currently inclined towards wearing clothes again. She wears black thigh boots over dark fitted jeans or black tights and a particularly tight black corset style top that exposes her midriff.
Powers/Abilities: Mystique’s mutant ability is to shapeshift into others – appearance, voice, she makes an almost perfect copy. In addition she has developed advanced skills in hand to hand combat, superhuman agility, and is gifted with longevity.
Team Affiliation: Currently unaligned
Personality: Since leaving the X-Men, and through her experiences with Magneto, Mystique has lost her cheerful carefree personality. Instinctively distrusting, manipulative, and extremely vengeful when crossed, she’s evolved from misunderstood teenager angry about the lack of acceptance from society to a borderline terrorist – or freedom fighter, as she sees herself. As such she tends to react cruelly to humans of normal appearance – especially those who are attractive.
Family: Still considers Xavier to be her family, son Kurt Wagner (leaving their connection open ended so whoever/if ever someone ends up picking him up they aren't limited)
Marital status: Single
History: Before she and Xavier found each other, Raven survived entirely thanks to her mutant abilities. Able to transform into anyone, she had to fend for herself due to her parents horror at her naturally blue skin and yellow eyes. She was used to people being repulsed by her appearance, which is why she fell so entirely into Xavier’s debt when he became the first to be unperturbed by her somewhat terrifying form. Thereafter she grew up alongside the telepath, helping him through the work with the government to fight Shaw.
But she always made herself look human – never accepting herself and seeking desperately to change when the possibility presented itself in the form of Henry McCoy. It wasn't until she grew close with Eric Lensherr that she finally stopped hiding from the fact that she was a mutant. Under his guidance, she not only grew to be proud of how she looked – she began to see herself as superior to humans. The more mutants were attacked or ridiculed, the more malicious she became.
Now Mystique has detached herself from any official allegiances. Primarily, her concern is power for mutants through any means necessary. Since the flood of superheroes in New York is making that difficult, she’s turned her attention to Gotham. Make chaos, and bring order in the form of mutants stepping into roles of power.
Sample Post: Mystique stepped onto the street, moving away from the pier. Above her the sky was washed clean of stars, caught in the moment of held breath just before dawn. It was cold, but she didn't seem to be aware of it as she began walking down the sidewalk examining the faces of darkened shops.
People would be stirring soon – humans, insistent that it was important they go about serving the needs of each other, running businesses and making meals. Trivial, useless tasks they were doomed to waste their whole lives doing.
She slowed, then came to a complete stop in front of one store. In swirling purple letters written on the top of the window, it read out a list of mystical talents of the store owner – tarot, palm reading, crystal balls. Her yellow eyes drifted instead to her reflection in the glass. Her hair was long now, falling in fluid red tresses about her shoulders. She gazed at her skin, navy in the sparse glow of the approaching day. She couldn't walk around like this. She didn't need the attention – not until she had herself established.
Her skin seemed to leap up in what could almost be described as antennae, yet they were fluid as they folded back, knitting in cream colored skin, curled blond hair, a leather jacket over a simple red v neck and dark wash jeans. Her feet had been covered by black high heeled boots. She moved closer to the girl in front of her, lifting a hand to touch the cool window. She hadn't worn this face in a long time – the one she’d frequented as a young woman. It was… unsettling.
Shifting her shoulders Mystique turned to face the road as a car sped past, heralding in the sunlight. A new day, a new city, a new world. She was going to own Gotham, this would become her city. Let any hero try and stop her.
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