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Sat, 26 Feb 2022 02:52:17 GMT

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Metaheroes Application

Sat, 26 Feb 2022 02:50:44 GMT

Player —

Player Name: Amy
Pronouns: she/her
Are you over 18? yes.
Contact: amyorama, amylynn#3389
Current Characters: n/a
Who Invited You?: Shikki

Character —

Character Name: Laurie "Wallflower" Collins
Character Canon: Marvel 616
Character Age: 23
Canon Point: New X-men # 25 w/ a whole lotta maskormenace CRAU.
Link to History: Canon History, CRAU History
Inventory: One daily outfit, large purse containing: make-up & toiletries bag, 2 paperbacks (both her own published works), e-reader, journal, pens, laptop, wallet.
Powers: Pheromone Emission - Laurie can emit scent-based pheromones that alter the emotions of (and select physical reactions in) those who come into contact with them. Initially, she could not control this ability and constantly put out pheromones that matched her own emotions, which made interacting with others difficult. Through her time at Xavier's, she gained better control over her powers, learning to not constantly spread them and to project emotions that she's not actively feeling. A good, quick example of her potential lies in a training scenario she participated in with her team in which she quickly calmed the Hulk and stopped his holographic rampage.

She continued fine-tuning control after dying and winding up in another world while carrying on with superhero work. While she can still slip up in cases of sudden, extreme emotion, she's a fully-realized mutant, confident in her abilities even if she's often still unsure about how to best utilize them for the common good.

Personality —

Laurie's big, big trait in canon is that she's so shy. Her superlative, as voted by her classmates, is just... shyest student. She's introverted, she's quiet, she doesn't like interacting with others... You get it. And it's not like this is untrue! Laurie grew up with only her mother, who worked a lot and left Laurie to cultivate herself in quiet. She is introverted. Her favorite hobbies are reading and doing puzzles. She's quiet and hates public speaking and doesn't know how to talk to people with confidence. This was, in her adolescence, only magnified by her powers. Literally projecting her feelings onto others caused conflict, once causing a fearful stampede at her school, and the ongoing reactions and rejections from others caused her to withdraw. While she slowly gains friendship's a confidence in canon, she never grows out of these aspects of her nature. While she longs for friendship and romance, she's clumsy at proactively obtaining it, and she occasionally misjudges the correct moves in social situations. (To say the least. Hello, pheromonally manipulating one of your friends into kissing you to spark more jealousy and drama. Not a proud or good moment.)

Her time outside of her world, post-death, allowed her to grow tremendously over her teen and early adult years. She lived and functioned more independently than she'd ever been allowed to, which increased her practical abilities within real-world situations. She had to make new friends from a blank slate, land on schooling and career choices, etc. She eventually joins a non-X-Men superhero team! She writes and publishes two books! And does press tours for those books! While she remains a somewhat subdued, very introverted person, she's definitely developed a hard-won sense of confidence in her own day-to-day worth as a human being.

Laurie's a character completely stacked with personal tragedy that's never resolved in any satisfying way, and she's slogged through all of that to the other side. This isn't to say she's completely victorious. She's still bad at certain, delicate parts of human interaction. She still feels like she's somehow outside of others at times. She's prone to stifling her own emotions or otherwise handling them in fits and bursts. She's overly-cautious. She's got an occasional tendency towards gallows humor and cynicism. She still can't just ask for what she wants.

But she's alive. She knows she wants to be alive, and she'll do whatever she needs to in order to reach whatever unknown satisfaction comes at the end of that.

Gameplay —

Areas of Interest / Brainstorming: Laurie will initially be annoyed (but largely unsurprised tbh) at ending up on another world. She'll want to get as long a feel as possible for the world and their expectations before she commits to anything, and she'll be potentially annoyed at having to find a job outside of any super-stuff. If she decides to align, she'd likely lean into something more heroic-on-paper, but... Playing by ear!
Samples: Later MoM action thread, involves physical violence and character death. Laurie's confrontation with Kavinsky.; Laurie's MoM inbox, just to show a sampling of various text-style threads; Meta TDM with David, for a more recent if puny sample

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MoM CRAU History

Fri, 25 Feb 2022 01:04:56 GMT

Lmao y'all I... starting playing this iteration of this character in 2014 (and I have a pretty poor memory for details over time!), so I hope this is an adequate explanation of her in-game history.

Laurie arrived in the world of maskormenace (in Florida!) in 2014, unaware of her own death due to the fairly instant nature of it, at 16 years old. She settled into housing provided for imPorts and worried over things like enrolling in a new school and whether her mom would be freaking out over her potential absence. And then her friend David arrived and informed her of her own death, which sent her into a spiral of dealing with her own mortality. Her new world was now her only world, and exPorting would be the end.

Her first year after this revelation was documented via journals and eventually edited down to comprise her first book release, One Year Posthumous, which she initially released under a pseudonym. It summarized a uniquely imPort experience for public consumption, simplifying Laurie's complex feelings and the happenings in her life. She'd established friendships, routines, goals... Her life re-calibrated and stabilized, so much as one's life could in a world of frequent upheavals.

Eventually, Laurie graduated high school and left her initial government-sponsored housing with her longtime roommate and bff Sasha, renting a new apartment in Heropa, Florida that she kept for the remainder of her time on-world. She joined a superhero team and lived through crisis after crisis (Apocalypse Time Loop! The Shimmer!, etc.), always a little desperate to stay alive. She developed deep friendships and, eventually, took occasional stabs at dating. She attended the local college. She published a novel You know... Normal stuff! She adjusted! This is fine!

Her social life rose and crashed sharply in January of 2019. She began a brief relationship with her teammate Cassandra Cain, and her hometown ex-boyfriend, Josh (who absolutely wrecked her shit before she died oops), Ported in. Little while later, she's girlfriendless and trying to get out there. Insert short partying spree. Laurie and Josh worked on being friendly. Then David came in (again! But without remembering his imPorting years prior) to help pull everyone's shit together.

Not to say there wasn't lots of fun, new drama, because OH BOY. After a near-Apocalypse, there were a few months in which the fellas established a household and gained a roommate, Joseph Kavinsky, Laurie and Josh officially started dating again, and... Then the world itself started unwinding and rewinding itself again. Laurie's tossed first into an AU in which imPort existence is legislated and criminalized, and she essentially fights against this through assassination. This left echoes when they returned to their established place. The shadows of that otherworldly interference only stretching out further when they're tossed into yet another alternate history. In this round, Laurie's part of the island nation of Krakoa, one of several powerful factions of super-people in rivalry for control and existence as they see fit. Here, she's also formerly part of a throuple with Josh and David, which is only a little awkward later.

Big Awkward, though? That's the roiling unraveling of Josh and David's roommate Kavinsky. Outside of his own personal problems and an unintended side-effect of treating himself with others' powers, Kavinsky became emotionally entrenched with (particularly) Josh and David, eventually mounting in a breakage. This manifested fiercely when, on a time-traveling mission, he attacked and killed both David and Laurie.

But they all made up eventually! After things are mended with the multiverse and the timeline once again, Laurie came to an uneasy understanding and relinquishment of the event. There were other matter to tend to, after all, which brings us to endgame in her previous world and her arrival in her next. Intending to return to her home-world, she left Heropa, Florida, hoping to somehow reside in the actual Krakoa. However... To be continued, innit?

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What We Love and What We Leave Behind

Sun, 04 Feb 2018 19:05:39 GMT

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One Year Posthumous

Thu, 17 Sep 2015 21:55:00 GMT

INTRODUCTION
     The last time I saw D—, he was at school with me. He’d been de-powered. He’d been dealing with the deaths of our classmates. He’d been eighteen years old.
     The man sitting across from me in the diner booth was in his early twenties. The look of hesitation and open concern on his face was familiar, as were the yellow-tinted glasses that he wore. I never even thought to deny that he and D— were the same person from different points in time. Nobody else could think that visor was a reasonable fashion accessory.
     He was far more surprised than I was. Time travel is one thing, but where he perceived me as having traveled from… That was a whole different matter altogether, and it filled in all of the gaps that had been bothering me since I’d come to this world. I’d been cut off mid-reaction and was in Florida the next I knew, and the few people that I had known who came here as well seemed taken aback by my presence. D— was just the most honest of them. He’d always been a good friend.
     “You don’t remember anything after that,” he said, and he set his hands over mine, “because there’s nothing to remember.”
     On the front lawn of my school, where I’d been sent in hopes of refuge, I was shot in the back of the head while I tried to talk down my emotionally overloaded ex-boyfriend. The same group that had killed numerous of my classmates days before had calculated me as an individual threat that needed to be eliminated, so they’d eliminated me.
     It’s an easier thing to say than to process. I left the diner, went home, and cried. I cried off-and-on for the next couple of days. I don’t clearly remember a moment in which everything clicked into place, because I don’t think there ever was one. I just know that, one day, I decided that things should proceed as normal. I woke up, got dressed, and went to school. I didn’t feel okay, but I functioned.
     I believe that’s still where I am, some days. I don’t feel okay, but I function. Some days are fine, though, and some are really good. I always imagine that, maybe, if I can achieve everything I want to achieve and find everything that I want to find, I’ll feel okay every day.
     That’s all that I ever really wanted. That’s all that anybody really wants, I think.

Included under January 2015
     I finally decided to have my hand fixed, as if it just occurred to me that taking that step would be a good, solid foot forward. I don't know why I went back and forth on it so much, especially if I don't overthink it. The problem is that I overthink everything.
     It's probably going to seem pretty straightforward on paper: a healer offered me his powers, and I offered mine in return. It's more the intricacies of the powers that makes the situation seem even slightly questionable. I guess I'm just worried about the impression that I've left or the impressions that I give off when I try to be more open about things like superpowers and give-and-take.
     He took my pain from me in a very literal sense. He took it from me and into his self, and it was like Kevin had never hurt me at all. The pain is supposed to only be temporary, but the act still means a lot. The fact that he was willing to take that kind of hit for a near-stranger is a testament to good character, isn't it? Never mind that, when I first got here, this same man was comparing my powers to drugs and requesting to try them. Never mind that, after my hand was healed, I finally answered that request with a dose of made-to-order happiness.
     That's what makes it morally foggy in my book, but it circles back into the weird relationship that I have with my powers in the first place. What's ethical when it comes to pheromones when requested? Is it wrong to make those around me happy? Is it okay to use these 'gifts' we're granted as currency, if the situation presents itself?
     What might be most concerning is that I don't care much one way or another. I feel worse in knowing that I should care but really don't or won't in the long run. Somebody did something nice for me, my right hand is mine again, and I can just leave it at that. Maybe impressions don't matter as much in the face of meeting a goal.

Included under APRIL 2015
     Sometimes, when I’m sitting alone and it’s quiet, I suddenly think the words “Nobody can love me.”
     What follows can vary pretty widely. Nobody can love me, because I’m so frail. Nobody can love me, because I don’t have a good personality. I’m so blank. There’s nothing to love. Nobody can love me, because I have no guaranteed future. I’m quiet. I’m afraid. I keep my distance from people, even though I don’t mean to. I don’t understand how to connect to them. I’m not exciting. I’m not hot. I’m technically not human.
     Nobody can love me, because I’m a crime given a body and a mind. I’ve known that for four years, and I still don’t know how to turn myself into something new and good. I don’t know how to be somebody that deserves love, and I hate that I want that love as badly as I do. I hate that not receiving it makes me feel worthless.
     I know I’m not worthless, and I know it’s not right to feel this way about myself. It’s hard to come back from that, though.

Included under May 2015
Ms. Frost is gone. Mr. P-- is trying to find a replacement to run Xavier's. I hope he doesn't find anybody.

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contact

Fri, 17 May 2013 22:46:47 GMT

ic contact needs prettifying.

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