Post by Sooraya Qadir on Jul 30, 2013 19:23:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;] PERMANENT RECORD  NAME: Sooraya Qadir AGE: 17 years old. GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 5'6" AFFILIATION: Student FACE CLAIM: None. DESCRIPTION AND PERSONALITY: Appearance-wise, there’s a reason that Sooraya was once voted the most mysterious student. Though must incorrectly dub it a ‘burqa’, she wears a black abaya with a niqab for her face, traditional Muslim wear, only marred by the yellow X-Men sash she wears around her waist. She refuses to remove it around men, and as a result, all they ever see of her is her brown eyes, the dark skin surrounding them, and her hands, callused and firm. However, when she is around other females, she will remove her niqab, exposing dark brown hair that tumbles slightly past her shoulders, soft brown skin, and neat features. Personality-wise, Sooraya is quiet. She is a calm, more reserved person, not inclined towards fighting unless it is absolutely necessary, but she has a view on life that if something happens, it was meant to happen. She does not have any qualms about killing in battle, if she absolutely has to, but at the same time, fighting is not something she ever truly wants to do, particularly killing, but she will do it if necessary. She’s very good at following orders, but is slowly growing out of following them without questioning, offering up independent thoughts of her own, if she believes something to be wrong, and following those whom she has experience with and trusts to do the right and smart thing, instead of those that are simply in the position of authority. Sooraya is a team player, always wanting to help those she is allied with, and feeling bad when she cannot, willing to put her life out on the line for them. Outside of the battlefield and training, she is a quiet, collected individual. She does not often speak up, unless it is in defense of others or a protest, but she cares for people deeply, even if she does not know them that well, always wanting to help them in any way that she can. She is not judgemental, doing her best to allow others to be how they are, but will quietly stick up for herself if challenged. Sooraya is firm in her religious beliefs, and how she sees the world as working, and will defend them if it comes up, but will not put down others in the process. All in all, Sooraya is a gentle, calm spirit who truly cares about others and listens, but is ready to give her all when it comes down to it. HISTORY Sooraya was born in the depths of Afghanistan, underneath the Taliban rule. Her family, small as it was, was not very rich, and her mother and father... They did not get along, though her mother resolutely bent to her husband's will, as was traditional. However, one night, when Sooraya was quite young, he went too far, selling her into slavery without her mother's knowledge. Though Sooraya did not know it, this was when her mother left her father. Terrified, the young girl found herself a slave, working hard without her freedom, unable to escape, leave, or do anything, only the thought of someday reuniting with her mother keeping her going. It had to happen, she knew she wouldn't leave her... It was those times that gave her a fear of whips. Unfortunately, it could have lasted for quite some time, until one of the traders attempted to remove her niqab. Absolutely furious and terrified all at once at the thought, she lashed out instinctively, taking control of the sand around her and lashing out, ripping the flesh off of all those that surrounded her, and passing out from the effort. When she awoke, she was with the X-men, and the memory of those missionaries was what made her trust them. She was brought to America, where she was enrolled in the Institute, a school just for mutants. It was… hard, there. Being around so many men, in a place so utterly foreign, was extremely difficult for her, particularly with the way people belittled the way she dressed. Her friend, Icarus, or Jay, was a breath of fresh air… before he died. Things seemed to move quickly, after that. She made new friends, Mercury and X-23, the Institute disbanded, she became part of the X-Men, but no, she had been tricked, and she died… After everything that has happened, it’s a relief to be back at the school once more, relaxing into its schedule, though the fact that her species, that the mutants, are no longer dying out is such a foreign thought. Still, as usual, she’ll have to adjust, right? Nothing ever stays simple and the same when you live the kind of life she does. POWERS AND ABILITIES Sooraya has the ability to become, and control, sand. Controlling sand, on the rare few occasions when it is around her, is utterly effortless, and it is harsh, shredding the skin off of people right down to the bone and breaking steel. When she becomes sand, she can do the same, retaining her figure slightly as sand, or completely turning into a sandstorm. She's extremely lethal when she is like that, able to rip flesh from bone, and enter someone's lungs to kill them from the inside. Water is her main weakness, as she finds herself unable to remain sand in such a state, often forced back to her human form, although heat is also another, too much of it turning her to glass. If that happens again, she will most likely die after sometime. Being able to control the wind or use telekinesis also gives you an advantage against her, as she is quite able to be blown away or the like. However, she is also quite resistant to other forms of attack, with her powers. She is very hard to telepathically detect and influence when she is sand, as is the same with magic, and even when she is not sand, she has incredible durability, far beyond that of a normal human's. In addition to 'powers', she is fluent in Pashtu, Dari Persian, and English. ROLE-PLAYING SAMPLE It was nice being back at the school. Sooraya let a small smile form underneath her niqab as she stepped, quiet as a ghost along the halls, the other students (students, there were other students, it was not a ‘ghost town’, as Santo had said, anymore!) either passing easily around her like they did not even realize she was there, or staring openly. There were a few reasons they could stare, and the girl was proud of all of them. One, her clothing. Let them stare at her abaya, let them call it the wrong names, she did not care. It was what she chose to wear, and they would have to respect that or they would have a problem. Two, the sash of the X-Men around her waist. Yes, she was still an X-Men, even if she was here, and proud to be one. If they divided into squads once more, she was not sure what she would do. So much had changed from the last time that she was here… Or, Three, because she was one of the originals, one of the ‘R.A.s’, as Megan had dubbed her in a long, far-away time, one of those that had kept her powers past M-Day. She was fine with all of them. Let them stare. Books clasped to her chest, Sooraya effortlessly weaved through the students, her experience and calm in the matter showing as she slowed, quickened, ebbed, and flowed, resembling the very thing that occasionally made her up, slipping outside. Once there, she paused, letting her eyes close for a slight moment as she breathed in the fresh scent, before she moved onward, headed towards the tree she liked to sit by. Her walk was not the usual walk, a step lingering in one location or another as a memory hit her, from days long past and people long gone, before she made her way to her familiar spot, uncovered hand reaching out to lightly trace the bark, before she folded her legs and seated herself gracefully, book unfolding on her lap so she could study. Sometimes… It was nice to be out here, away from all the hubbub of the new students, the occasional one getting utterly lost, the yelling, the ruckus. Back to where she could pretend that everything was as it was before. After all, this place, this school… It was the first place she had ever been able to call home. application was passed by username | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 40px;] D U S T |
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