Post by Atta Swanson on Jun 2, 2013 22:07:34 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: Atta Del Swanson AGE: 17 GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 5'7" FACE CLAIM: N/A – Solo image DESCRIPTION AND PERSONALITY: Atta is an in shape teen with ironically electric blonde hair and sharp green eyes. These striking features she has now begun to consider a warning to others. Her bodies way of tell the world to back off and leave her to her own ways. She sports three upper cartilage piercings of her right ear and is often seen with a chain link necklace holding a triangular glass vial which holds a small portion of her mothers ash in it. Atta is partial to all things yellow, and often pairs it with blacks, greens or purples in her outfit selection. She does not worry about keeping up with modern apeal and often wears what is flattering and comfortable and that can be picked up from thrift shops as money does not come easily for her. Her favorit outfit is a patterned broad shoulderd yellow t-top, with fishnet patterned arm warmers, a short black skirt and stockings. Though when not doing the social seen, or working on art projects she is often in black track pants, and assorted tops and hoodies. Atta once loved the social life, but has recently shown a full flip in her personality. She is not nearly as approachable and keeps to herself and her spray paints. Street art, and her spray paint canvases are her only passions, though she does enjoy a good cup of coffee and has a sweet tooth for wine gummies and the odd chocolate treats. She is quick to temper and due to her conflicts of once being a popularity queen drug down to a loner she talks to herself often. Despite her thin some what fragile looking frame she loves working with her hands and is generally a fighter, as she does not feel fleeing gets you anywhere. One thing that will always put her in the best of moods though is a rain storm, specifically electrical ones where the thunder will make your heart skip a beat. Atta hates how her father is a drinker, even if he is just a low key dead beat one. For good reason she herself hates alcohol and thus anyone who loves to partake in its temptations. She is not a fan of the color red, and wishes some one would eradicate eggplant and zucchini from the face of the earth. She hates turkey and most bird meat though she is all to much a fan of eggs. She is uncomfortable in large groups and really dislikes when others try to tell her what to do or who to be. For now, she is simply a teen who wants to deal with her own demons and try to sort her thoughts in peace. With a hope of some day turning her powers into a tool for good and not one that she will always have to fear. She knows she needs help, but is still to suborn to ask for it or openly accept it. She will often get angry as a defense, and is sensitive about the fact she has not attended high school for a long time and is on the verge of failing. HISTORY Atta started out as any average girl would. She grew up in a happy middle class family life, and was close to both of her parents. She shared common interest with both, and they were a tight knit unit for many years. Her and her mother were both passionate for the arts, and though her mom worked a lot to help support the family, they always found time to enjoy weekends and nights painting or just chatting into the late hours of the night with one another. Her and her father were active and often roller bladed and biked when they could. She took it all for granted, and it is one of her happiest and most treasured time of her life. As she grew older and started High School, she like most every other kid, began to drift more towards her friends and less to her family. She quickly became a social start and climbed her way to popularity with her looks and no crap attitude. Strong and in control she began to act out, striving ever more to maintain her stature she got her piercings despite her parents disapproval, and began seeking out parties and staying up past curfew. Nothing to out of the normal for a kid now days, but one night would forever set her apart from those around her, and ruin everything. Atta had notice as she made her way through age 15 that things were starting to happen around her. Lights flickered, her phone constantly was out of power or burnt out, and she could never get the television to work some nights. It was never anything to concern her, only aggravate the teen. Never did it click that that there may be more to it than bad luck. One night out at a party with a few bottles of vodka snuck in, she was buzzed and up far beyond when her parents had demanded she be home. Her phone had died that night again and so she missed the list of texts from her mother. Her mom, nearly as stuborn as she was had had enough. She called every one of Atta's friends and soon found where her daughter was. Finding out they had been drinking she was furious and after making a scene drug her daughter to the car and headed home. The words used between them still haunt Atta's thoughts. Her anger was thunderous and both of them raw in the throat. Atta felt embarased, angry and caged. She felt like her mother only wanted to keep her away from having fun and as her thoughts were both blinded by anger, and impaired by the intoxication she unlocked the passenger door and was intent to jump from the moving vehicle. Her mother grabbed her arm out of fear her daughter was serious, hollering her name before massive surges of electricity passed between them. Atta had no idea what had happened, but her mother was now unconscious, and it didn't take long for that to become a car crash that would put Atta in the hospital, and take her mother from her. Atta does not remember the funeral much, blocked from her thoughts as guilt burned through her. It had been called a heart failure, but she knew the truth, she had felt the energy erupt out of her. She watched her father fall into drinking, once an active man was now a shell. A man on auto pilot from work, back home, to the couch and his drinks. She all but dropped out of school, not wanting to face her former friends, and suddenly paralyzed with fear about what might happen to others. Her powers continued to develop and soon she began to understand just who and what she really was. She heard there was good that could be done with mutant abilities, but also knew there was darkness. Atta would love to start to use what she has to save others, to prevent anyone from having to feel what she felt. Yet a fear still lurked in her that not only might she hurt some one else, but that she would be found out for what she considered murder. Atta now sells spray paint art to help pay the bills and often spends as long as she can away from home. Hating to see her father passed out on the couch, or ramble through drunken slurs to ask how her day was. She avoids booze of any kind, and is against any and all group situations and is nervous about human contact. POWERS AND ABILITIES Energy Absorption: Atta can hold at the moment upwards of 33 kV of energy in her body at any given time. She can steal and store power from electronic devices and power sources. Without further conditioning however, it is possible for her to over charge and injure herself or cause a spontaneous discharge and harm those around her. Moderate Energy Generation: Atta, when angry or focused can generate her own power. Charging herself by using the bodies natural electrical currents. Though when doing this soley she can generate no more than 2 to 3 kV. Contact/Arc Energy Transfer: Atta can expel her energy stores via contact with another person, or conductive device like metals and water. She is still having issues with the level of electricity discharged when doing so however, and is very cautious when allowing it to flow. She can also, in close enough proximity allow for energy to arc to an object or person, but this distance is minimal at best and can only come from one point of her person at a time. Though she can out right shock anyone if they are in direct contact of her person. Heat resistant skin: Though fire still burns, she has found her skin some how regulates the sites where her energy is discharges and prevents her from burning her own body from the heat of her electric powers. ROLE-PLAYING SAMPLE The smell of smoke bristled past her nose, burning at it with the foul scent and remaining heat it carried. Her eyes could only open so far it seemed, as if she was not allowing herself to look unto the situation. The anger she felt was swept away and her mind spinning while every inch of her body hurt. Blinking away the tears that formed to moisten her dry eyes she tried to recall what brought her here, how had it come to his. “You hate me don't you! You never let me do anything anymore!!” Atta yelled till her throat was sore, eyes cast out the window to the passing boulevard trees and parked cars as she was driven away from her friends party after her mother had drug her out by her wrist. How could she face them now, her social life as ruined and she would forever be seen as the girl who's over protective mother would ruin the night. “I don't hate you, I hate that your out this late and I /hate/ having to find my little girl drunk at some party when I /thought/ I could trust her” her mother had retorted in her own howling screams. “I'm not even drunk!” she barked out in anger felling something stir inside, more anger, a spark of rage that was building into so much more. “You just don't understand anymore! You used to be cool mom but this! I'm never talking to you again! Your being such a B..”. “DO NOT even think you can call me that, I am doing whats best for you and I don't care what your friends think. Your not old enough to drink and that's final! No more parties, no more of this lashing out. Your grounded for the month and I am going to have a stern talk with all those kids parents. Atta could hear voices, but none of them made any sense. They were distant and muffled, and she recognized none of them from the vast list of people she knew. Her eyes blinked away the burn once more and she began to feel sore, her neck hurt and her throat was burning. What had happened? what had she done and how? The voices were getting louder and joined by sirens, but why? “Mom..” she managed to choke out turning her head slowly to look to her mother as fear was setting in. Eyes came to lay on her mother who was still, blood dripped from a few lacerations and her nose was also bleeding. “Mom..we...need to get out” she was not sure still why or how she knew that, she barely even remembered she was in a car. She touched her mothers hand though it hurt to move her own arm, “come on..” the touch was cold and as things cleared up and she could tell the paramedics were coming up on them her heart dropped. ~~~ Atta woke in a cold sweat sitting up from her bed as she looked around her room. Seventeen now, still living at home, but changed forever. The nightmare that plagued her came every few months in waves since the day it happened, each as vivid as the last. Her heart slowly calmed and she hung her feet over the edge of the bed looking to her alarm clock and rubbing her eyes. Shakily she got up and got dressed grabbing her back pack of spray cans and heading out, the flashing clock was on 12 but as she passed the kitchen one the true time was evident. 3:40 am and she would not be able to sleep. Her father was passed out on the couch, tv still on and beer can rolled off on the floor, dropped half full as he had lost his battle against sleep. Hitting the city of San Diago in the darkness of the morning hours she headed to her favorite hang out to work on some graffiti she had been perfecting the last few nights. No worries about school as she had all but quite, and glad to be out when the city was a its most silent. She could practice her powers without worry, and still have time to get in some paint. Alone, the way she liked it. application was passed by username | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 40px;] V O L T A G E |
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