12/1/11 11:28 pm
Out of Character
NAME: Nyx
E-MAIL: nyx.not.nicks@gmail.com
AIM: none
In Character
Name: Emma Frost
Age: 20
Fandom: X-men Origins: Wolverine
History:
Emma grew up in a very tense home. Her parents were a wealthy businessman and a drug abusing socialite. She had an older brother and an older sister, who were both good to her, under the circumstances. There was always separation between them, though, because it was made clear for as long as Emma could remember that they were in competition to take over the Frost Corporation.
Emma was never sure she wanted it, but her parents demanded perfection, and she did her best to attain it. She studied hard, took care of her looks (she began using make up religiously at 8), and became good at manipulating others.
She didn't really wake up from her rush to attain perfection until her brother, Christian, killed himself in their parents' bathroom. In his note he explained that he was homosexual, and since their father wanted nothing but perfection, obviously there was no hope for the young man.
Emma was distraught. She began having nightmares, but she maintained appearances as the stress of suppressed grief and loss built and built. Kayla left next, after a screaming match with their mother about something Emma couldn't understand. It was the first time in months Emma had heard her mother sober, and the young girl couldn't help but wonder if sobriety was too much of a burden for the woman.
Emma's began having nightmares that night. They were vivid, full of things she knew little about. She imagined she was her father watching the news, then her mother taking heroine. Her nightmare shifted through endless perspectives, until it became a solid wall of noise and perception. She woke, and vowed not to tell her parents.
She was sent home from school the next day, after breaking down into a sobbing fit during a math test. Once again, she had the alien feeling of too many perceptions pressing on her mind all at once. Her parents scolded her harshly, and sent her to bed. She wasn't there long before she fell asleep. While she slept, her parents talked, and Emma understood, though she didn't believe, what was happening. She could hear their thoughts, somehow.
Knowing was not nearly half the battle, and Emma continued to have problems at school and home. She became sullen and snarky, throwing things she should not have known in her parents' faces.
Because of her abilities, Emma wasn't surprised when the men from the mental institution came for her. After all, her parents had spoken about it the previous night. She knew she must be mad, so she went with them, pleased to be leaving her parents behind.
She wasn't going to an insane asylum. She realized that when they crossed the bridge to Three Mile Island. She could feel the minds of the mutants they had in custody, and she shivered in fear.
She was processed and put in a cell, where she waited the night out, shivering with fear until she was taken into the laboratory the next morning. Her fear became more intense when they strapped her to a table and they began talking about 'amplification', 'drills', and 'anesthesia'. She could see what they intended in their minds, she knew they didn't care if she lived or died. They just wanted to test her capacity. She knew that she had to, somehow, protect herself.
She only felt the first pin prick. An immediate sense of detachment and quite filled her mind, and Emma looked up at the astonished doctors, before looking down at herself. She had turned into some kind of material that sparkled in the light. Stunned, Emma sat up, breaking free of her bindings. She ripped through the lab and began to make her escape, until a woman's scream caught her attention. Kayla was being held hostage, and they threatened to shoot the older woman if Emma didn't behave. Emma stopped, and her diamond form slowly faded. She passed out when she was human, and woke in her cage.
They never tested her again. She sat, watching and waiting, for an eternity. New mutants came and were replaced in an endless cycle. She was sickened to watch people being brutally used and discarded before her eyes.
It all changed when Wolverine arrived. The noise got everyone's attention, and Emma was quick to prepare herself for action. She found herself close to a boy in a huge blinder who had just arrived, and she felt protective of him for his handicap. She stayed close to him, even after the escape, when they were on a jet to God knew where, with a man she wasn't sure she could trust.
Any special abilities:
Emma can turn into an organic diamond form, which grants her super strength and invulnerability, as well as blocking out psychics form accessing her mind.
she also has wildly uncontrolled telepathy.
PB: Evan Rachel Wood
Sample:
Emma wandered around the city a bit, eyes wide. She'd seen pictures of Las Vegas, of course, but hadn't imagined it would really look like that. Things tended to be less impressive in reality than they were in fiction. She glanced up at the Sahara sign, and began to wonder what in the world she was going to do there. College seemed like a natural assumption, but she was afraid her father was right. That it was a silly dream, and she was not cut out for it, that only idiots willingly gave away information.
She shook her head, pulling out her ponytail, since the night was getting colder fast. The cold didn't particularly bother her, but she knew that it wasn't wise to let it penetrate too deeply into her body.
She wandered past a group of women in bright clothing, laughing and chatting, sharing a cigarette between all of them. They were talking about the show they'd just left, and Emma felt and odd mix of contempt and envy. Contempt because they were stupid, infantile women who should not be allowed to ever breed, and envy because at least they weren't alone.
She shook her head, burying her hands in her jacket pockets as she kept walking.
Can this character be canon punctured? Yes
NAME: Nyx
E-MAIL: nyx.not.nicks@gmail.com
AIM: none
In Character
Name: Emma Frost
Age: 20
Fandom: X-men Origins: Wolverine
History:
Emma grew up in a very tense home. Her parents were a wealthy businessman and a drug abusing socialite. She had an older brother and an older sister, who were both good to her, under the circumstances. There was always separation between them, though, because it was made clear for as long as Emma could remember that they were in competition to take over the Frost Corporation.
Emma was never sure she wanted it, but her parents demanded perfection, and she did her best to attain it. She studied hard, took care of her looks (she began using make up religiously at 8), and became good at manipulating others.
She didn't really wake up from her rush to attain perfection until her brother, Christian, killed himself in their parents' bathroom. In his note he explained that he was homosexual, and since their father wanted nothing but perfection, obviously there was no hope for the young man.
Emma was distraught. She began having nightmares, but she maintained appearances as the stress of suppressed grief and loss built and built. Kayla left next, after a screaming match with their mother about something Emma couldn't understand. It was the first time in months Emma had heard her mother sober, and the young girl couldn't help but wonder if sobriety was too much of a burden for the woman.
Emma's began having nightmares that night. They were vivid, full of things she knew little about. She imagined she was her father watching the news, then her mother taking heroine. Her nightmare shifted through endless perspectives, until it became a solid wall of noise and perception. She woke, and vowed not to tell her parents.
She was sent home from school the next day, after breaking down into a sobbing fit during a math test. Once again, she had the alien feeling of too many perceptions pressing on her mind all at once. Her parents scolded her harshly, and sent her to bed. She wasn't there long before she fell asleep. While she slept, her parents talked, and Emma understood, though she didn't believe, what was happening. She could hear their thoughts, somehow.
Knowing was not nearly half the battle, and Emma continued to have problems at school and home. She became sullen and snarky, throwing things she should not have known in her parents' faces.
Because of her abilities, Emma wasn't surprised when the men from the mental institution came for her. After all, her parents had spoken about it the previous night. She knew she must be mad, so she went with them, pleased to be leaving her parents behind.
She wasn't going to an insane asylum. She realized that when they crossed the bridge to Three Mile Island. She could feel the minds of the mutants they had in custody, and she shivered in fear.
She was processed and put in a cell, where she waited the night out, shivering with fear until she was taken into the laboratory the next morning. Her fear became more intense when they strapped her to a table and they began talking about 'amplification', 'drills', and 'anesthesia'. She could see what they intended in their minds, she knew they didn't care if she lived or died. They just wanted to test her capacity. She knew that she had to, somehow, protect herself.
She only felt the first pin prick. An immediate sense of detachment and quite filled her mind, and Emma looked up at the astonished doctors, before looking down at herself. She had turned into some kind of material that sparkled in the light. Stunned, Emma sat up, breaking free of her bindings. She ripped through the lab and began to make her escape, until a woman's scream caught her attention. Kayla was being held hostage, and they threatened to shoot the older woman if Emma didn't behave. Emma stopped, and her diamond form slowly faded. She passed out when she was human, and woke in her cage.
They never tested her again. She sat, watching and waiting, for an eternity. New mutants came and were replaced in an endless cycle. She was sickened to watch people being brutally used and discarded before her eyes.
It all changed when Wolverine arrived. The noise got everyone's attention, and Emma was quick to prepare herself for action. She found herself close to a boy in a huge blinder who had just arrived, and she felt protective of him for his handicap. She stayed close to him, even after the escape, when they were on a jet to God knew where, with a man she wasn't sure she could trust.
Any special abilities:
Emma can turn into an organic diamond form, which grants her super strength and invulnerability, as well as blocking out psychics form accessing her mind.
she also has wildly uncontrolled telepathy.
PB: Evan Rachel Wood
Sample:
Emma wandered around the city a bit, eyes wide. She'd seen pictures of Las Vegas, of course, but hadn't imagined it would really look like that. Things tended to be less impressive in reality than they were in fiction. She glanced up at the Sahara sign, and began to wonder what in the world she was going to do there. College seemed like a natural assumption, but she was afraid her father was right. That it was a silly dream, and she was not cut out for it, that only idiots willingly gave away information.
She shook her head, pulling out her ponytail, since the night was getting colder fast. The cold didn't particularly bother her, but she knew that it wasn't wise to let it penetrate too deeply into her body.
She wandered past a group of women in bright clothing, laughing and chatting, sharing a cigarette between all of them. They were talking about the show they'd just left, and Emma felt and odd mix of contempt and envy. Contempt because they were stupid, infantile women who should not be allowed to ever breed, and envy because at least they weren't alone.
She shook her head, burying her hands in her jacket pockets as she kept walking.
Can this character be canon punctured? Yes