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fridgeflower) wrote2021-04-08 03:54 am
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my MoM is forever alone
〈 PLAYER INFO 〉
NAME: Amy
AGE: 26
JOURNAL:amyorama
IM / EMAIL: notscandinavian @ aim, spamforsmash@gmail.com
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RETURNING: Yes. I play Troy Barnes and Kristoff Bjorgman.
〈 CHARACTER INFO 〉
CHARACTER NAME: Laurie "Wallflower" Collins
CHARACTER AGE: 16ish
CANON ORIGIN: Marvel 616
CHRONOLOGY: post-death, New X-Men #25
CLASS: Hero. She'll try her best, at least!
HOUSING: Do the shuffle.
BACKGROUND:
New X-Men @ Wikipedia
Wallflower @ Wikipedia
Laurie is a mutant, born with a gene that grants humans extraordinary abilities. In Laurie's case, that ability is pheromone emission. She basically smells like feelings. When her powers manifested, she caused a couple instances of chaos, and she eventually found herself at the Xavier Institute. Even at mutant school, however, she remained socially isolated, scared of what her powers could do to those around her. She went through numerous roommates until she was shoved at Sofia Mantega, whose optimism and wind powers allowed Laurie to open up.
From there, she began making new friends as their clique gathered members. Eventually, the student body was split into training squads. Laurie and her friends became the (new) New Mutants squad. She's given the code name Wallflower.
Over the course of the school year, Laurie's new social circle allows her to grow a good deal. She learns to better control her powers and to open up to people and trust her feelings. Eventually, she starts dating one of her teammates, which eventually leads to drama because this is a comic about teenagers. Everybody eventually makes up, though!
And then everything goes to hell. The events of M-Day depower the vast majority of mutants, which starts this crazy downward spiral. While Laurie retains her powers, she's injured accidentally by a classmate. Soon after, a series of attacks begin at the school. Lots of kids die. Ultimately, Laurie is killed by a sniper hired by William Stryker, fueled by the prediction that she could single-handedly stop his army's assault of the school.
PERSONALITY:
Laurie is first introduced in New Mutants as an introvert to the extreme. Like, she goes to mutant school where there's lizard kids and see-through kids, and she's avoids people so hard that she freaks them out and/or invites their ire. The general assumption is that she's stuck up and weird; she doesn't embrace being a mutant, which is sort of a running theme at Xavier's.
Under that layer of coldness and avoidance, however, lie all of her reasons for the way she is. Laurie's terrified of her own possibilities. Her power is emotional manipulation, and she can't control it. She knows that it's dangerous, that she has the potential to hurt people, and that all it takes is her feeling stuff. For her, the easiest thing was just to shut down, lock people out, and keep her distance.
So Laurie's character evolution primarily deals with her climbing out of that.
That said, one of Laurie's more dominate traits remains her shyness, even after she's acquired a circle of friends and a boyfriend and all of that. She's still very internalized person, following rather than leading and rarely voicing opinions or feelings aloud. This isn't to say that she doesn't have opinions and feelings, of course; she has loads. She feels deep attachments towards her friends, and she wants to do right by them and gain their approval. She just has problems with expressing.
She does reach a point where she can't or won't hold things in anymore, however. Her habit of muting her emotions means that she doesn't cope very well when they get away from her. It's something she never learned well. Her control over her feelings often seems very all-or-nothing. She's either at a near-neutral and soft, or prone to snipping, yelling, and/or crying at people. She's also shown a rare instance of being kinda vindictive, but she's able to step back and apologize eventually.
Overall, Laurie's a good kid. Her quiet personality and introversion, the result of her fear-imposed isolationism, bely a deeply invested personality. Although she tried to distance herself from caring about much of anything, the fact is that she cares pretty deeply about most everything, and she's learning how to deal with that. It's a confusing process, and she's had her ups and downs with it. She's learned to express herself better, but not always in a way that most would consider well-adjusted. She's trying to balance who she was with who she wants to become, which is somebody unafraid and capable.
Or, at least, that was her goal before she died, but she'll be right back on that train.
POWER:
Pheromone Emission - Laurie is a mutant with the ability to emit powerful pheromones that can manipulate the emotions of (and, less frequently, induce some physical reactions in) those around her. Although she initially had very little control over this and could only emit pheromones matching her own emotions at any given time, she gains better use of them throughout the series.
The true extent of her powers was never particularly touched on in her own universe, but was explored a little bit in the House of M world, where she caused a powerful telepath to commit suicide via shutting down his own brain and manipulated a group of fellow mutants into a battle. She was ultimately killed due to being perceived as an "Omega-class threat" by William Stryker, who saw a vision on her taking out his band of Purifiers.
So, long story short, the gal's got some mighty, mighty feels.
〈 CHARACTER SAMPLES 〉
COMMUNITY POST (VOICE) SAMPLE:
[ There's a beat of empty feed. She hesitates before starting, voice a little quivery. ]
Um. Hi. Hey. I'm Laurie. I'm, uh... I'm new. I can't really think of anything to say, but I thought I should say something, even if it's just 'hello.' So... There you go. I already said it, didn't I? Two or three times.
Right, so! They sort of gave me the basic run-down, and everything's questionable at best, and... These folders that we get? They are unsettlingly detailed. Like, how did they know all of this stuff? Especially if they didn't choose to bring us here... I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, though. I'm-- I mean, I guess it's not a big stretch to say we're being watched more closely than we might think, sometimes. I'm not sure who all that applies too, though.
That and the registration thing... Maybe it could be worse. Well. I'm sure it could be worse, so maybe I'm wrong for being unsure about it. I just... Getting picked up and dropped off like this is weird, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do about it.
[ There's another pause, pretty decent in length. One might think she's just walked away and left the feed running, but then, finally: ] See? I said I didn't have anything to say.
LOGS POST (PROSE) SAMPLE:
To say that Laurie was out of sorts was an understatement. The world was full of upheaval lately, even more so than usual, and she felt like she never got a moment to full recover before they were all thrown into something else. That's how it had been since M-Day. There weren't words to describe how thoroughly everything had been ripped apart, no hope of getting it all back together, and she'd been trying so hard to keep a grip on the things that mattered, to keep it all together, but--
Here she was, occupying an otherwise empty bench in Florida. She was trying to get her mind around the circumstances that she apparently found herself in. Knowing the X-men, hearing stories about their exploits and those of other superheroes in her world, the idea of another world wasn't a tough sell. It was the fact that she was the one here. She was not an X-man. She wasn't even on a training squad any more, despite having kept her powers. Her hand had put her out of the running, even if she could've done alright in Ms. Frost's test without the use of it. None of that was important, though. It didn't matter whether or not she was a hero or learning to be one, she was thrust into a strange situation and asked to be one anyway. At least... That was what they were asking of her, right?
It was hard to say. There was no immediate threat, so she wasn't being asked to accept a challenge so much as a label, and... 'Registration' wasn't a word that rang pleasantly in any mutant's ears. These people already knew so much about her, too. They'd given her a list of her own personal information, and they must have kept it on file. Maybe they had even more information, as well. It added to her unease about the whole situation. It was an extra inch of intrusion on top of being taken from her home world, snatched up from the lawn or...
Or wherever. She wasn't quite sure, somehow.
She tried to think positively for a moment, so much as she could. Maybe it was just as well that she wasn't at the Institute any more, that she wasn't in her world. She hadn't been able to help or comfort anybody. Even the people she was close to, closer than she'd ever been to people, had rapidly been distanced. Sofia had left, and Josh was so hurt, acting so strangely. She couldn't blame them, of course she couldn't, but she wished that she could've swayed them somehow.
She sighed for what might have been the hundredth time, looking down at her mis-matched hands. She traced her left thumb over one of the frayed fingernails of her withered hand before frowning, folding her arms over her stomach to hide the injured extremity. If she'd lost her world (her life?), why couldn't she have lost the damaged tissue, too? She was fine otherwise, after all, and... She reached up to push her fingers through her hair and press lightly against the back of her skull. She was just fine, besides the hand, and maybe she shouldn't be. That might have just been malaise, though. Dropping the thought, she combed her fingers back through her hair and returned her hand to her lap.
Feeling overwhelmingly restless all of a sudden, she sighed yet again and rose from the bench. She wasn't particularly set on going anywhere or doing anything, but she did have stuff that she had to take care of eventually. She needed something besides a sweater to wear, and she had to find her room, meet her roommates... She could probably find more frank answers than what she'd already been given somewhere. It was enough.
Now. Which way back to the neighborhood?
FINAL NOTES:
NAME: Amy
AGE: 26
JOURNAL:
amyoramaIM / EMAIL: notscandinavian @ aim, spamforsmash@gmail.com
PLURK:
RETURNING: Yes. I play Troy Barnes and Kristoff Bjorgman.
〈 CHARACTER INFO 〉
CHARACTER NAME: Laurie "Wallflower" Collins
CHARACTER AGE: 16ish
CANON ORIGIN: Marvel 616
CHRONOLOGY: post-death, New X-Men #25
CLASS: Hero. She'll try her best, at least!
HOUSING: Do the shuffle.
BACKGROUND:
New X-Men @ Wikipedia
Wallflower @ Wikipedia
Laurie is a mutant, born with a gene that grants humans extraordinary abilities. In Laurie's case, that ability is pheromone emission. She basically smells like feelings. When her powers manifested, she caused a couple instances of chaos, and she eventually found herself at the Xavier Institute. Even at mutant school, however, she remained socially isolated, scared of what her powers could do to those around her. She went through numerous roommates until she was shoved at Sofia Mantega, whose optimism and wind powers allowed Laurie to open up.
From there, she began making new friends as their clique gathered members. Eventually, the student body was split into training squads. Laurie and her friends became the (new) New Mutants squad. She's given the code name Wallflower.
Over the course of the school year, Laurie's new social circle allows her to grow a good deal. She learns to better control her powers and to open up to people and trust her feelings. Eventually, she starts dating one of her teammates, which eventually leads to drama because this is a comic about teenagers. Everybody eventually makes up, though!
And then everything goes to hell. The events of M-Day depower the vast majority of mutants, which starts this crazy downward spiral. While Laurie retains her powers, she's injured accidentally by a classmate. Soon after, a series of attacks begin at the school. Lots of kids die. Ultimately, Laurie is killed by a sniper hired by William Stryker, fueled by the prediction that she could single-handedly stop his army's assault of the school.
PERSONALITY:
Laurie is first introduced in New Mutants as an introvert to the extreme. Like, she goes to mutant school where there's lizard kids and see-through kids, and she's avoids people so hard that she freaks them out and/or invites their ire. The general assumption is that she's stuck up and weird; she doesn't embrace being a mutant, which is sort of a running theme at Xavier's.
Under that layer of coldness and avoidance, however, lie all of her reasons for the way she is. Laurie's terrified of her own possibilities. Her power is emotional manipulation, and she can't control it. She knows that it's dangerous, that she has the potential to hurt people, and that all it takes is her feeling stuff. For her, the easiest thing was just to shut down, lock people out, and keep her distance.
So Laurie's character evolution primarily deals with her climbing out of that.
That said, one of Laurie's more dominate traits remains her shyness, even after she's acquired a circle of friends and a boyfriend and all of that. She's still very internalized person, following rather than leading and rarely voicing opinions or feelings aloud. This isn't to say that she doesn't have opinions and feelings, of course; she has loads. She feels deep attachments towards her friends, and she wants to do right by them and gain their approval. She just has problems with expressing.
She does reach a point where she can't or won't hold things in anymore, however. Her habit of muting her emotions means that she doesn't cope very well when they get away from her. It's something she never learned well. Her control over her feelings often seems very all-or-nothing. She's either at a near-neutral and soft, or prone to snipping, yelling, and/or crying at people. She's also shown a rare instance of being kinda vindictive, but she's able to step back and apologize eventually.
Overall, Laurie's a good kid. Her quiet personality and introversion, the result of her fear-imposed isolationism, bely a deeply invested personality. Although she tried to distance herself from caring about much of anything, the fact is that she cares pretty deeply about most everything, and she's learning how to deal with that. It's a confusing process, and she's had her ups and downs with it. She's learned to express herself better, but not always in a way that most would consider well-adjusted. She's trying to balance who she was with who she wants to become, which is somebody unafraid and capable.
Or, at least, that was her goal before she died, but she'll be right back on that train.
POWER:
Pheromone Emission - Laurie is a mutant with the ability to emit powerful pheromones that can manipulate the emotions of (and, less frequently, induce some physical reactions in) those around her. Although she initially had very little control over this and could only emit pheromones matching her own emotions at any given time, she gains better use of them throughout the series.
The true extent of her powers was never particularly touched on in her own universe, but was explored a little bit in the House of M world, where she caused a powerful telepath to commit suicide via shutting down his own brain and manipulated a group of fellow mutants into a battle. She was ultimately killed due to being perceived as an "Omega-class threat" by William Stryker, who saw a vision on her taking out his band of Purifiers.
So, long story short, the gal's got some mighty, mighty feels.
〈 CHARACTER SAMPLES 〉
COMMUNITY POST (VOICE) SAMPLE:
[ There's a beat of empty feed. She hesitates before starting, voice a little quivery. ]
Um. Hi. Hey. I'm Laurie. I'm, uh... I'm new. I can't really think of anything to say, but I thought I should say something, even if it's just 'hello.' So... There you go. I already said it, didn't I? Two or three times.
Right, so! They sort of gave me the basic run-down, and everything's questionable at best, and... These folders that we get? They are unsettlingly detailed. Like, how did they know all of this stuff? Especially if they didn't choose to bring us here... I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, though. I'm-- I mean, I guess it's not a big stretch to say we're being watched more closely than we might think, sometimes. I'm not sure who all that applies too, though.
That and the registration thing... Maybe it could be worse. Well. I'm sure it could be worse, so maybe I'm wrong for being unsure about it. I just... Getting picked up and dropped off like this is weird, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do about it.
[ There's another pause, pretty decent in length. One might think she's just walked away and left the feed running, but then, finally: ] See? I said I didn't have anything to say.
LOGS POST (PROSE) SAMPLE:
To say that Laurie was out of sorts was an understatement. The world was full of upheaval lately, even more so than usual, and she felt like she never got a moment to full recover before they were all thrown into something else. That's how it had been since M-Day. There weren't words to describe how thoroughly everything had been ripped apart, no hope of getting it all back together, and she'd been trying so hard to keep a grip on the things that mattered, to keep it all together, but--
Here she was, occupying an otherwise empty bench in Florida. She was trying to get her mind around the circumstances that she apparently found herself in. Knowing the X-men, hearing stories about their exploits and those of other superheroes in her world, the idea of another world wasn't a tough sell. It was the fact that she was the one here. She was not an X-man. She wasn't even on a training squad any more, despite having kept her powers. Her hand had put her out of the running, even if she could've done alright in Ms. Frost's test without the use of it. None of that was important, though. It didn't matter whether or not she was a hero or learning to be one, she was thrust into a strange situation and asked to be one anyway. At least... That was what they were asking of her, right?
It was hard to say. There was no immediate threat, so she wasn't being asked to accept a challenge so much as a label, and... 'Registration' wasn't a word that rang pleasantly in any mutant's ears. These people already knew so much about her, too. They'd given her a list of her own personal information, and they must have kept it on file. Maybe they had even more information, as well. It added to her unease about the whole situation. It was an extra inch of intrusion on top of being taken from her home world, snatched up from the lawn or...
Or wherever. She wasn't quite sure, somehow.
She tried to think positively for a moment, so much as she could. Maybe it was just as well that she wasn't at the Institute any more, that she wasn't in her world. She hadn't been able to help or comfort anybody. Even the people she was close to, closer than she'd ever been to people, had rapidly been distanced. Sofia had left, and Josh was so hurt, acting so strangely. She couldn't blame them, of course she couldn't, but she wished that she could've swayed them somehow.
She sighed for what might have been the hundredth time, looking down at her mis-matched hands. She traced her left thumb over one of the frayed fingernails of her withered hand before frowning, folding her arms over her stomach to hide the injured extremity. If she'd lost her world (her life?), why couldn't she have lost the damaged tissue, too? She was fine otherwise, after all, and... She reached up to push her fingers through her hair and press lightly against the back of her skull. She was just fine, besides the hand, and maybe she shouldn't be. That might have just been malaise, though. Dropping the thought, she combed her fingers back through her hair and returned her hand to her lap.
Feeling overwhelmingly restless all of a sudden, she sighed yet again and rose from the bench. She wasn't particularly set on going anywhere or doing anything, but she did have stuff that she had to take care of eventually. She needed something besides a sweater to wear, and she had to find her room, meet her roommates... She could probably find more frank answers than what she'd already been given somewhere. It was enough.
Now. Which way back to the neighborhood?
FINAL NOTES: