Post by Bane on Feb 9, 2013 16:07:58 GMT -5
Jakkie, Savoy
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Full Name: Jakkie Savoy
Nicknames: nah
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Location: New York
Origin: OC, based on Marvel universe.
Play-By: Dakota Fanning
Height: 5”4
Hair: White
Eyes: As a human, dark red, as a beast, very bright red
Typical Clothing/Uniform: She dresses very plainly, tank tops hoody’s and toques, sweat pants usually among the attire. She isn’t one to make a very good first impression, and usually has grease marks from working on vehicles on her clothes. Occasionally, she tries a bit, by wearing a clear set of casuals.
Powers/Abilities Jakkie is a Mutant. When in a angered, Jakkie has no control. Her skin crawls into a blue leathery texture, adorned with scales on the edges. Pupils narrowed to slits, eyes bright red and teeth elongated and sharp. Her hands and feet are also morphed, into something sharper, much like claws. Her tongue, long and considerably strong, can also be controlled in her human form. An acid like substance can be used in human, and beast form. If spat on another being, it paralyzes, and in beast form Jakkie has a shocking amount of agility.
Her beast form is provoked by anger, and Jakkie’s human side is lost in a fit of rage. When she’s the beast, any blows landed on her will not have any effect on her, and she’ll endure and keep fighting until the rage is over. By this point, she’ll form back into a human, and then feel every blow at once that was dealt while in beast form.
This could be fatal.
Team Affiliation: None.
Personality: Not too friendly. Jakkie likes to remain solitary, and probably couldn’t keep a friend if she wanted to. She’s not much for impressing others, and is entirely of her own accord. A rough girl, likely to throw punches before insults.
Family: Amelia Savoy(deceased), Richard Savoy (father)
Marital status: Single
History: Putting it lightly? Jakkie grew up in a shitty household. Her mom passed away when she was eleven. She was too sick to afford anything, and living with an abusive alcoholic husband only made it worse. Things were bad, and Jakkie believed it couldn’t get any more terrible, until after her mother died. If her father had loved his wife, he expressed it in how much worse he was after she passed away.
Jakkie was the subject of all rage, verbal and physical from that point on. If it was bad, he wouldn’t send her to school so they wouldn’t receive any questions from peers or teachers. And the neighbours? Well, they didn’t live in a highly regarded area. So Jakkie learned to fend for herself best she could. But even at 17, she managed to leave the house with a bruise every now and then.
Now he just had another reason to seemingly hate her, and take out his drunken fits on her.
Jakkie was a mutant. They discovered it when she was in elementary school, still rather young. A boy had been teasing her, and Jakkie’s rage was too phenomenal to contain. Her other side had emerged, a shrieking terrible face of sharp teeth, tongue extending and green substances frothing from her throat. She’d jumped the boy, and though she hadn’t left any punctures, she’d bruised him up pretty bad, pounding him against the ground.
Naturally, the teachers didn’t think anything of it when the boy sobbed to them about what kind of horrible monster Jakkie was. She was, after all, just a child.
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