Post by Christian McMillian on Apr 17, 2011 5:55:46 GMT
Christian Marie McMillian
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Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh I... I want to go back to
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Codename: GhostWalker
Age: Looks twenty four, is Ageless.
Faction: X-Men
Occupation: Teacher at Xavier's School
Playby: Megan Fox
i'm wanting to be free of this hate...
Father: DR. Richard McMillian
Mother: Diana McMillian (Deseased)
Siblings: None
Other: No other family that she knows of.
but you're not letting it go....
Likes:
- Reading a good book.
- Talking with friends.
- Spending time helping the students.
- Helping her fellow Mutants.
- Taking on a good challenge.
Dislikes:
- Dante Grayson. (who is in prison)
- Needles.
- Human Supremecy groups.
- Being caught up in a gun fight.
- Being Caught, period!
Strengths:[/size]
- Grace
- Agility.
- Quick thinking.
Weaknesses:[/size]
- Fearful
- Compulsive
- Strong-willed
Mutant Power (if applicable):[/size] Christian has two powers. One is called Soul. This simply means that she can see souls, whether they are in the body or out. It also means she can take what is called a Wraith form, when she passes from the land of the living to the land of the dead. Basically, she can transcend at will.
Her other power is called Shadow walk. This simply means she can teleport through shadows. It is a hand trick in a dark alley. It is as if she becomes one with the darkness and can move around through shadows, at a certain distance.
Power Limits:[/size] With her Soul power she can see souls in or out of the body at will. Her Wraith form can only be held at max 30 mins. Any longer in the land of the dead and she would fully pass over.
With her Shadow walk, she can only move through shadows that are within 300Ft of one another. Any further than that takes great concentration on her part and can cause her great harm.
Personality:[/size][/font]
Christian is a calm person, most of the time. Her sweet, caring nature makes her a great teacher and mentor. Her loyalty for her friends and students knows no bounds. Chris is also has a very mother-like nature when she needs it to the students who need more tlc.
Yet, on the other hand, Christian is a strong willed, very impulsive person. When it comes to a battle, she can be impulsive and quick to act, before thinking things through. Only in battle does she show these colors. Other wise she is a calm person who tries to help all she can.
can't you see we are the same?
Eyes:[/size] Steel gray
Hair:[/size] Brunette
Physique:[/size]
Christian is built like a model, with plenty of girl muscles to spare. She spends her days training and working out. Some of the guys tease her and says that she has a gymnast body. Christian does not mind the compliments. It simply means they look too much.
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this war we're fighting is undecided...
History: [/font](2 paragraph minimum. And of course, the more you have, the better.)
Chris was born in Downs, Kansas, a little town not to far from Smith Center. They lived a happy life, her parents deciding that one child was enough and Chris was that child. The trouble didn't stop until Chris turned 4. Her parents fought night and day, leaving poor Christian to be scared behind her closed door of her room. Her parents split up shortly after Chris turned 6, and her and her mother moved to Wichita, Kansas, where Chris began to go down hill. She was disobedient and she tried to always defy her mother. Chris made her own life hard and she was struggling without her father. She was constantly in trouble at school, and when she turned twelve, she started to develop strange "powers" that allowed her to see things, as well as walked through the dark with no problems. When Chris turned 13, something awful happened to her. She black out during a class field trip and saw her mother die in a car crash. When the teacher and the paramedics got her to wake up, Chris was informed that her mother was hit by a Semi on her way to pick up her birthday present. She was dead and Chris was alone, almost. For all Chris had was her estranged father, who lived in another state. Chris was taken from Kansas and was sent to New York City, New York, to live with her father, who had no understanding of the changes that were going on with his daughter. Shortly after Chris arrived, her father began to notice her little “ability” when she rattled off the winning lotto numbers two minutes before they were even shown. Her father told this to the head of the Research department at his job and they told him to bring her in for testing.
With urging, Chris took the tour of the building and would soon come to find out she was not ever leaving again. Inside the lab, they put her through hell and back, giving her a drug called god’s blood 12, which was suppose to give her the ability to use the shadows for teleport and it enhance that very power. Instead, what the drug did was far worse. Chris began to feel her Wraith powers, the very power that had been only slightly there, enhancing with the shadow power. It gave her the ability to go to a ghost-like form and call upon other spirits, whether they were inside or outside a living body. Her foresight stayed about the same. Everyday, every test was agony on her, with her father and the other doctor’s pushing her to the breaking point and back. After they found out that her Wraith powers were enhancing, they tested her powers in a graveyard called Myst Hills Cemetery. There, Chris opened a doorway to the spirit realm, which made her father and the doctors excited. They knew her potential was far greater. They gave her more and more of the drug, its enhancing abilities warping Chris badly. Chris spent five years under the scope, her mind warping with the very powers that were tearing and reshaping her mind and body. After five years, she escaped running back into the streets of New York, where she remains, still, a victim of manipulation and a weapon uncontrolled. After a few months on the streets, Chris fought a gang leader and stole the Twins from him. The Twins being a set of silver plated Glock Nines, with a gold swirl inlay. Chris has never parted with them since. She is on the run and learning her powers more and more each day. Chris is a time bomb, waiting to go.
After being in the streets for some time, Chris met a guy who called himself The Reaper. He saw the shape she was in and encouraged her to come to the Institute with him. Chris went with him, staying close to his side. Xavier could see that the poor child was a wreck and encouraged Reaper to spend time with her, to help her settle. Christian stayed for a couple of months, till a premonition woke her in the middle of the night about Grayson and his men attacking the School and killing innocent kids. Christian knew at that point, she was not safe here. If she stayed, others would die. So, in the middle of the night, she slipped away, and hitch hiked all the way back to New York, to go back to the streets and wage her war there.
After some time, Bi-Lan was able to recapture Chris, after a graveyard battle with her good friend, The Reaper. When they got her back, they fused her once more with a drug, this one called Exudus 01. The drug was powerful enough to kill her and bring her back from the dead. Her powers were warped as far as they could go. She found that she had lost her foresight gift, but her Soul powers and her Shadow walk remained. She escaped one last time, and with the help of some mutants that she called friends, she was able to defeat Dante Grayson and her father. Both were tried for human and mutant experimentation and sentenced to life in Prison. Chris knows Dante will rot in prison, but her fear of that man remains.
After her inner and outer battles were done, she returned to Xavier's School for the Gifted, and she became a teacher. She noticed that as the years had passed on her, she had not aged a bit. The last drug had made her ageless, it seemed. She could still feel the toll of age ticking on her soul, but she was not aging outside her body.
Christian is an instruction of Gym, Fighting and Weaponary. She also helps students with out of control, powerful powers. For her wraith form protects her from most powers, save Rogue. Christian has spent every day of her life now thinking about Reaper, her first love and the one that still holds her heart.
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[/center]it's time to make a choice
Role-play Example:
Please post at least a 2 paragraph Role playing example.
(As young Chris, On falling Pieces)
It seemed just when she had tried to get her life straight, things just seem to go haywire. She knew her father was looking for her, hell for that matter, half the damn state was looking for her and that was the part that made her sick to her stomach. She couldn't go home, she just couldn't. Not like this, not now. She was a monster and these powers as they called them, were only getting worse. She could move like a ghost and see things from a perspective that she shouldn't have to.
As she walked down the street, she tried to think about her mother and about Kansas. She missed both dearly and wished that her mother was still alive, so she didn't have to stay with her father and attend schools where she had no friends. She huddled next to a wall, and let herself catch her breath. She was tired and new that soon she needed to get some rest.
"No rest for the wicked, i suppose." She said aloud, just as a thought crossed her mind. She laughed to herself, and kept walking. She needed to find somewhere she could be safe. She her sirens and quickly stepped into a shadow, watching a cop car go speeding by. They started to slow down and turn around. Chris fingered one of the twins, a pair of Silver-plated Nines that she stole from a thug. If they had saw her, she would fight. She had no reason, nor want to hurt anyone, she just wanted to be free. She was tired of theses powers, though they did seem to come in handy every now and then. The car came to a stop near where she was hiding. They don't see you, calm down. It is going to be ok, Chris. She thought to herself. So assuring was she, but her nerves seemed not ready to listen. Both cops stepped out and looked about.
"See her?"
"Naw, she is long gone, probably through that alleyway."
"I don't understand why that dad wants that freak back, she is one of them."
It hurt, to hear those words, but she knew they didn't count when it came to judgments about her. GhostWalker, that is what they had begun to call her. She felt the wraith in her awaken, as she stepped out of the shadows, the cloud-like form floating, she pulled the guns and pointed them.
"Let me show you a freak, gentlemen." She would and they would regret saying those things about her.
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to decide who you really are...
Name: Stormie
Location: In front of my pc
RP Experience: Too many years.
How You Found Us: Jai-Jai
