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NAME: Jaysee Hamm
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CREDIT WHERE IT'S DUE: Wikipedia for the electrokinesis power name and limitations, Google for Zooey pics, and a few people to help answer questions on the c-box. :) Thank you again!
CHARACTER INFORMATION
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BASIC INFORMATIONCANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
AFFILIATION: The Brotherhood
FULL NAME: Delilah Fay Evans
CODENAME: Voltagen
NICKNAMES: Lilah
CURRENT AGE: 22
DATE OF BIRTH: March 7, 1989
MARITAL STATUS: Single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BASE OF OPERATIONS: Sanctuary
REGISTERED WITH SHIELD? Yes
HOMETOWN: Sacramento, CA
KNOWN RELATIVES: Mother—Carolyn Evans (deceased)
Father—Miles Evans (deceased)
Older Sister—Julie Evans, location unknown.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCEHEIGHT: 5’3”
BUILD: Lilah is rather thin, with subtle curves and light muscle structure. She hasn’t been extremely physical and thus isn’t extremely muscle-bound. However, in the last few months of training she’s developed a little more upper-body strength.
EYES: Usually a soft green-blue, though they brighten when she’s upset.
HAIR: Most often brown and wavy, though when the mood strikes she’ll dye it black or blue and wear it up in a spikey bun or ponytails.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scar from electrical burn on right shoulder.
CLOTHING STYLE: Retro, punk, thrift-store chic mix. Likes wearing skirts or dresses with delicate flower print or stripes, as well as hair bows or old jewelry. Gloves are also a common accessory. Likes the colors orange and teal blue, as well as black or gold.
UNIFORM: When planning for action, tight-fitting clothes or spandex is best, as well as darker colors and more subdued tones to attract less attention. Often will wear gloves.
POWERSGENERAL DESCRIPTION: Electrokinesis; can manipulate electrical energy inside self and others, as well as absorption of limited outside electrical energy. Using her ability is draining and over-use can leave her utterly exhausted and defenseless, possible risk of fainting. She is definitely far from being able to power a whole house. She can often use small amounts of her energy up to twelve times a day—all less than enough to power a car—and be fatigued like any normal person who had worked all day. She could power a truck for two hours before fainting without any excess energy from outside electrical sources.
The energy inside others is slightly different in the fact that it usually has to be consensual; energy can be transferred, though it can be taken by force. This however is draining to both parties since there are physical limitations. Only so much energy can be transferred no matter how it is obtained as there is the risk of Voltagen being overloaded just as with outside electrical forces.
In an extreme circumstance, over-use could result in temporary or long-term muscle spasms, temporary or permanent loss of select brain functions, coma, or death. Over-exposure to outside energy can result in an energy-overload and can result in brain damage, heart or internal organ failure, or death. This includes exposure to frayed circuitry currents, power lines, lightning, or self-made currents through water.
WEAKNESS: Aside from being able to be killed with any normal weapon of course, her biggest weakness is non-conductive materials--a big one being sturdy rubber. Her electricity is powerless against tough rubber, though thin or flimsy polymers can be melted. Charging certain items made of plastic, cloth, rock, ect.--things that aren't good conductors--are usually rendered useless to minimal melting or warping of their surfaces. There is also the issue with water; amplifying her currents can be dangerous, as her body can only handle so much. When water is involved, her skin can be burned by the currents as well if she is not careful, though it would still take a bit more than a normal person’s would.
PERSONALITY Above all, Lilah is abrasive and cold. When the mood strikes her she can be downright cruel and vindictive. Due to her past, trust is a major issue. It is difficult to earn Lilah’s trust, and short of impossible to win it completely. Once lost, it is impossible to ever earn back. Another trait that is rather dominant is her temper; Lilah has a whole mess of pent-up aggression, rage, and hatred that usually shows through no matter how she hides it. On her best days, it would still take only a few choice words to set her off into a fit of anger or unbiased violence. She doesn’t often go utterly crazed, though there have been a few times when things have gotten out of control.
Aside from the rather negative traits, Lilah is rather intelligent and clever. Intellectually advanced, Lilah has learned to adapt personality traits when the time arises in order to stay low key or manipulate a situation. While she is successful much of the time there are many instances of somewhat or completely failure. Lilah often plays the Vixen; she is coy and flirty, often bordering on promiscuous if she’s bored or desperate and cannot find another option outside of trying to talk her way out of things. When all else fails she rarely hesitates to use violence, of course. She has gotten good at being low key what with all the attention she could and does not want to attract.
There is also a predominant insecurity that stems from deep-seated self-loathing, mixed with a general hatred for, and fear of humans. Because she was virtually tortured by treatments to try and make her normal, the outcomes and consequences of her abilities are a burden. Being seen as a freak has made it hard to accept herself for who she is, though her hatred makes her more afraid of any cure that might be found. Lilah generally hates all man- or mutant-kind for differing reasons.
Underneath it all is a definite neediness stemming from the absence of a real family and many friends that often manifests as vulnerability or misplaced yearning for empty affection. Lilah compensates by being overly icy and false with people, wearing personality masks to try and hide the real her. Years of repressing basic emotions like love, fear, sorrow, and guilt have left her slightly unsure on whom the real her even is, along with the loss of her only friend and lover. This in itself will lead to spontaneous bursts of unbearable guilt for past misdeeds, aggression towards self, and moments of near-insanity from self-hatred and fear.
HISTORY: PRE-APOCALYPSE As with many, Lilah was born to a somewhat normal family. That was normal in a they-didn’t-fly-or-shoot-laser-beams way, not a we-wear-matching-gingham-sweaters-and-take-family-walks way. Up until she was three Lilah lived in a happy-enough home with a family who looked perfect enough on the surface. Her father was a professor at Sacramento University and her mother an assistant librarian to the local library. She had an older sister she looked up to, who rarely left her side.
But a little before her fourth birthday they noticed an oddity in their mundane lives. Lilah had always had problems keeping her toys in working order, especially ones with metal or electrical parts. Her parents chalked it up to her just being an energetic kid…until they went to the store to let her pick out a present. Lilah had begged and begged for a puppy since she didn’t understand her mother was allergic and they simply couldn’t, and threw a fit when they refused still. They handed her one of the soundboard toys that play songs and teach the alphabet and numbers and asked if she might like that instead. She kept crying and screaming so loudly that many of the other shoppers didn’t catch the tiny sparks that were popping out of the tiny alpha-numeric buttons.
What happened after they took her home was a lot worse than the car ride back. Concerned, they tried to be reasonable and figured the toy had been faulty. Later that night though, while helping make her birthday cake, Lilah had been using the electric mixer with her mother when it happened again. Not as bad, but her mother lost feeling in her fingers for two hours after the incident. Now terrified, her father called some friends he knew at the local hospital and inquired about ‘special treatments’ for people like Lilah. She hadn’t understood then was a ‘mutant’ was, or why people were so scared of them, but in the years that followed it all became too clear.
Lilah was subjected to anti-shock therapy for three years, and resided in the special institution that had quietly been set up in Watsonville until she was eighteen. These treatments consisted of a rubber-based liquid soluble they would have her ingest, while a range of currents were sent through her to see how her body reacted. Once they acted as a normal persons would they’d stop for the day. She went through daily therapies as well to discuss what she was, and why she should be afraid of her abilities. Along with these were monitored sessions that put her under high levels of distress to survey her responses. If she let loose any electrical charge that was over the normal limit she would be placed in solitary for a day and given another round of anti-shock.
There were a few other mutants in the institute, but by then Lilah had lost the will to try and make friends. There was one incident with a boy a year older with blue hair and a tattoo. During one of her occasional fits brought on by recreation time, Lilah had been sending electrical shocks to any who came near her. The boy hadn’t hesitated when he’d seen the orderlies getting her anti-shock treatment prepped and had tackled her to the ground and held her there until she calmed down. The boy had suffered multiple burns and a terrible fever for two days, but Lilah had only been given confinement and one of her stress treatments. It was a trivial occurrence until she was released two months after her 18th birthday in, and the boy—now a man, whose name was Damien—found her living in San Francisco shortly after.
Lilah was hesitant at first, but slowly he started to get past the barriers she had put up. When she told him about her family, he convinced her to go and see them, to talk with them. When she finally got the courage to go, she found her family living now in Oregon, and paid them a visit. It was strained at best. The beginning had been civil enough; her family trying to act like everything was the same as it had been, though it was an elephant in the room the entire time. But when the subject of her powers had been brought up, her sister had stormed out and her father got angry and demanded she leave. There was a lot of yelling after that, but eventually she just gave up and left.
Before she made it down the front steps her mother came out after her. Lilah expected an apology or a warning to never come back—but what her mother told her was much more out of the norm. ‘Bad things are coming, Delilah. I know it—I can
see it. I’m sorry for everything, but we aren’t right. We’re unnatural. I learned to ignore it, and you should, too if you’re smart.’ In a fury at her mother revealing what she was, Lilah unleashed a volley of electricity she hadn’t in her life. She started with her mother, and then turned her energies on her father. Though physically stronger, he hadn’t been able to stop her and she left the house in flames. The fire didn’t spread as a storm had been raging that day, and while leaving to meet back up with Damien at the hotel they were staying at she was struck by lightning.
When she woke up in the hospital three days later with a severely broken wrist, severe burns on her shoulder and no memory of that day, and saw the name Evans on the news report, Damien couldn’t convince her that the fire had indeed been due to faulty wiring. Her memory returned in the weeks following and they went back to their apartment in San Francisco. Over the span of the next few years, however, the memory of her family would be one of the least terrifying in her life.
DURING APOCALYPSE (April 5th through April 12th, 2009) When the news reports started describing what could only be called “The End of the World”, Lilah and Damien had watched in horror. Pairs, London, Pakistan…So many people were dying and everybody knew what was to blame. But that had all been different from what occurred on April 12th. In the thick of it all, Lilah and Damien scrambled amongst total chaos and everything they knew literally crumbled at their feet. People like her—like them—were doing their best to save many, though many more died. When the light flashed, something in the air changed and made Lilah sick in her stomach. Something bad had happened. Something that pushed the limits of unnatural and robbed her of the one thing she cared about most—Damien…
In the days after Lilah, along with several others, were taken to a medical facility that had been set-up close by in lieu of a hospital since many had been destroyed. She had suffered minor physical damage; a sprained ankle, minimal cuts and bruises, and a cracked rib. Her mental status was much worse as she was borderline manic and spent a few days screaming for hours when somebody tried to move her to a different room or eat. After a week, she and a few others who suffered drastic physical or mental damage were moved to an official hospital and underwent proper treatment. Within a month Lilah was declared mentally stable and allowed to leave.
POST-APOCALYPSE During the time the world was putting itself back together, Lilah was still breaking apart. The loss of Damien in the disaster brought on by Apocalypse shook the foundation of Lilah’s sanity and she forced herself into solitude for many months. In the small town of Idaho she had found, the reports of dimensional rifts and the SHIELD conspiracies reached her on only one level. She trained in basic fighting by watching shows, so her knowledge and skill are barely basic at that, limited to strong punches and a few unbalanced kicks. All of it can be charged, and that is what she figures would give her a hand of course. Most stories simply went in one ear and out the other, thought he feats of the Brotherhood struck a chord. Historically infamous, Lilah feels like that is the place that can give her the satisfaction she yearns for in life now. Her blood-lust has been slowly growing since the world almost ended, and Lilah isn’t sure who she blames more for the tragedies in her life—the humans, or the mutants. Either way, somebody has to pay and Lilah knows the Brotherhood just might be able to make that happen. After joining the ranks as another faceless member, Lilah plans on finding some way to get noticed and get her revenge on whatever she happens to decide must pay first.
After moving to Sanctuary in the year or so that followed, Lilah sought out the Brotherhood and managed to find recruiters who were willing to give her a chance. Although non-experienced in working with a team, Lilah is confident and waiting for her first mission to prove herself.
SAMPLE RP POST:She had never seen somebody's blood actually running out of their bodies like that. Not once in her life. It was fascinating in the most terrible way, and as she watched the river of red painting the color of the person in little trails and leaving the body cold, her spine felt like it was being jabbed with countless freezing needles. 'How can there be so much blood?' If the words had voice in her head, it'd be that of a sob or soft whimper. Just moments ago the world had been right, and in the blink of an eye everything shattered like a broken mirror. And now she was really seeing the pieces lying at her feet. Cracks in her armor were showing in the reflective shards.
"D-damien, get up," She whined, trying to hold back the fear in her voice. The chaos that had brewed right before had suddenly turned into complete hushed silence, though Lilah could hear every thought and rushing blood cell moving in her mind. A maelstrom thundered to life inside her and the silence seemed like a cruel mockery of her inner turmoil. "Damien, we have to go. It's over now--we're safe." A warmth started down her cheeks as she sat there on her knees, her hands clutching onto what couldn't be saved, watching helpless as it ran through her fingers. She felt the tears, but didn't
feel them.
"Lilah..." Her heart jolted from its paralysis and she leaned closer, ignoring the smear of crimson now on her fingers. Her chest heaved with relief, though it was an emotion only a fool would be having at this sight. "Be strong," Damien coughed, his skin so pale against the red that ran down his face he looked like he was made of porcelain. Lilah blinked tears and shook her head. "What are you talking about? You're going to be fine, Damien. Just...just ho--" Damien coughed again, his body shaking in her arms. Like a nightmare, sound fell away and time slowed down. All she could do was watch as his lips parted and closed, air escaping and being sucked in with great thought and effort. Writing on the wall; so clear, but she was still so blind to it. He spoke again, his words sending a new wave of fear and agony over her.
"Don't, Lilah. Don't pretend. Don't let this break you." His hand moved upwards, unsteady and lost before finally gracing her cheek. Hers raced to meet it, her fingers like fire against his cold skin. 'No, don't let it be real--don't let it be real.' She begged in silence, unable to speak around the sob. "I love you, Lilah...Always, okay? Remember that. Remem--" His words drifted, a cough raking his body once more. This one was harder, rougher, and his body quivered too long to be alright. Lilah clutched him closer, her words blending into tears as she kissed him softly, asking him to stay--to just stay with her a little longer. Blood painted his lips as he blinked and smiled faintly. There was no more words, but she knew him well enough to know when his eyes were saying
"You ask so much, and I want to give you what you want Lilah." He'd said it the day they met for real, when she'd asked him to leave her alone.
But he hadn't stayed away. She knew what those words really meant. "You ask so much, and I want to give you what you want Lilah...
But I can't." Then, those words had meant gaining somebody to love, to care for and be cared for. But this time...this time he wasn't saying no for her own good. This time it was because he had no choice, which only made her angry. At him, at the Gods, at mutants and humans alike.
The smile that stayed on his lips made it seem like he had accepted death and left peacefully. His gaze was on her, but now it was looking through her. To a place she couldn't see, or touch, or hear even if she strained herself to in the quietest of rooms...But no matter how happy he seemed, it still meant it wasn't the start of a new life of happiness for her, but one without it. Without him. Without Damien. Without he only thing that meant
anything.
On the day the world almost ended, hers truly did.
