Post by Stephanie Brown "Batgirl" on Feb 7, 2013 22:11:15 GMT -5
[Going mostly comic MJ, with a little creative license. *cough* Quicksilver, one day *cough*]
Take Control...
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Full Name: Mary Jane Watson
Nicknames: MJ
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Straight
![](http://cmro.travis-starnes.com/images/ultimate_characters/mary_jane_watson.jpg)
![](http://oi45.tinypic.com/209yq.jpg)
Location: New York
Origin: Marvel
Play-By: Mary Elizabeth Winstead
Height: 5’8”
Hair: Red
Eyes: Green
Typical Clothing/Uniform: Since the divorce, money has been limited, so all the expensive clothes shopping has come to an end. What expensive clothes she wears she has to get second hand, but she’s extremely careful to make sure none of it looks tattered. Since that kind of clothes is sparse, she’s begun moving into a semi-bohemian clothing style.
Powers/Abilities Fabulous hair. All the time. I swear she wakes up like this. Besides that, MJ has at her disposal her own intelligent, and some painfully basic self defense training.
Team Affiliation: … GASP. Girls Against Spider Pummeling.
Personality: Friendly, intelligent, and generally welcoming, MJ is more concerned about people liking her than whether or not she truly likes them. The flip side of this however is an extreme issue with commitment. As much as she enjoys being noticed and appreciated, dedicating herself to others is extremely difficult.
Family: Parents Philip and Madeline Watson, sister Gayle
Marital status: Single
History: While her parents were madly in love when they married, Mary Jane didn't grow up in a warm happy home. Her father, a college professor, was obsessed over writing a book equal to one of the greats. Her mother, who had given up a dream of Broadway, was left in charge over the girls. Whenever the creative juices refused to flow through her talent-less father, he would crank himself up into a rage, blaming it on his family.
They began moving sporadically, dragged all over from one town to the next. As such MJ never developed close friendships. She learned to be likable, to gather friends quickly so she could have some at least until they had to leave again. She intensified her personality, began dressing to seem popular, and did whatever she could to be accepted.
After her father struck her sister, their mother divorced him and took the girls. MJ made a point of not letting anyone see her upset, pretending the ordeal didn't faze her. Now the three of them have settled in New York with her aunt, she’s beginning at Midtown High.
Sample Post:
“You could help you know.”
Mary Jane turned from peering out the window at the street to find Gayle staring at her expectantly. She had one of the boxes open in front of her, dance trophy’s spilling out.
“But you’re doing so well!” MJ encouraged, smiling broadly. Still, she returned to the task of unloading the series of boxes loaded into the center of the room, marked with her and her sister’s names. They’d never in all of their trials and tribulations been forced to share a room before. It was going to be taxing.
She picked up one her hers, carrying it over and dropping it on the bed, yanking back the tape and pushing back the flaps to reveal a level of clothes tossed on top of books. She picked up a long black scarf, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’m sure I’ll manage.” Her sister called as she slipped out the door, carful to keep the scarf bundled in her hand. She hurried down the stairs, pausing at the bottom to look around. She could hear her mom and aunt talking in the kitchen, muffled by the closed door. She skipped across the front entrance, cramming her feet into the boots she’d worn here and ducking out the front door.
She jumped the last couple steps, yanked the rattling top off the metal garbage can, and slammed the scarf into the trash, slapping the lid back on as if expecting it to come leaping back out. Slowly MJ allowed herself to exhale, satisfied that the gift from her father was not going to try and crawl back out and strangle her.
Her eyes lifted, and the green orbs swelled as she saw a boy watching her from next door, halfway through entering his house. She smiled sheepishly, waving in perfect cheer before hopping back up the steps and rushing inside.
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Mary JaneWatson
[/i][/color]Take Control...
TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR CITY[/i][/color][/center]
Full Name: Mary Jane Watson
Nicknames: MJ
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Straight
![](http://cmro.travis-starnes.com/images/ultimate_characters/mary_jane_watson.jpg)
![](http://oi45.tinypic.com/209yq.jpg)
Location: New York
Origin: Marvel
Play-By: Mary Elizabeth Winstead
Height: 5’8”
Hair: Red
Eyes: Green
Typical Clothing/Uniform: Since the divorce, money has been limited, so all the expensive clothes shopping has come to an end. What expensive clothes she wears she has to get second hand, but she’s extremely careful to make sure none of it looks tattered. Since that kind of clothes is sparse, she’s begun moving into a semi-bohemian clothing style.
Powers/Abilities Fabulous hair. All the time. I swear she wakes up like this. Besides that, MJ has at her disposal her own intelligent, and some painfully basic self defense training.
Team Affiliation: … GASP. Girls Against Spider Pummeling.
Personality: Friendly, intelligent, and generally welcoming, MJ is more concerned about people liking her than whether or not she truly likes them. The flip side of this however is an extreme issue with commitment. As much as she enjoys being noticed and appreciated, dedicating herself to others is extremely difficult.
Family: Parents Philip and Madeline Watson, sister Gayle
Marital status: Single
History: While her parents were madly in love when they married, Mary Jane didn't grow up in a warm happy home. Her father, a college professor, was obsessed over writing a book equal to one of the greats. Her mother, who had given up a dream of Broadway, was left in charge over the girls. Whenever the creative juices refused to flow through her talent-less father, he would crank himself up into a rage, blaming it on his family.
They began moving sporadically, dragged all over from one town to the next. As such MJ never developed close friendships. She learned to be likable, to gather friends quickly so she could have some at least until they had to leave again. She intensified her personality, began dressing to seem popular, and did whatever she could to be accepted.
After her father struck her sister, their mother divorced him and took the girls. MJ made a point of not letting anyone see her upset, pretending the ordeal didn't faze her. Now the three of them have settled in New York with her aunt, she’s beginning at Midtown High.
Sample Post:
“You could help you know.”
Mary Jane turned from peering out the window at the street to find Gayle staring at her expectantly. She had one of the boxes open in front of her, dance trophy’s spilling out.
“But you’re doing so well!” MJ encouraged, smiling broadly. Still, she returned to the task of unloading the series of boxes loaded into the center of the room, marked with her and her sister’s names. They’d never in all of their trials and tribulations been forced to share a room before. It was going to be taxing.
She picked up one her hers, carrying it over and dropping it on the bed, yanking back the tape and pushing back the flaps to reveal a level of clothes tossed on top of books. She picked up a long black scarf, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’m sure I’ll manage.” Her sister called as she slipped out the door, carful to keep the scarf bundled in her hand. She hurried down the stairs, pausing at the bottom to look around. She could hear her mom and aunt talking in the kitchen, muffled by the closed door. She skipped across the front entrance, cramming her feet into the boots she’d worn here and ducking out the front door.
She jumped the last couple steps, yanked the rattling top off the metal garbage can, and slammed the scarf into the trash, slapping the lid back on as if expecting it to come leaping back out. Slowly MJ allowed herself to exhale, satisfied that the gift from her father was not going to try and crawl back out and strangle her.
Her eyes lifted, and the green orbs swelled as she saw a boy watching her from next door, halfway through entering his house. She smiled sheepishly, waving in perfect cheer before hopping back up the steps and rushing inside.
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