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BASIC INFORMATION

CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
AFFILIATION: Xavier’s School for Gifted Youth/Youngsters/something I don’t know. I didn’t really look at the sign in the front but gosh this place is big!
FULL NAME: Doreen Green
CODENAME: Squirrel Girl
NICKNAMES: Rodent
CURRENT AGE: 15
DATE OF BIRTH: May 21, 1994
MARITAL STATUS: Single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Hetero
BASE OF OPERATIONS: Xavier's School for Something Something I didn't pay attention in orientation
TIME AT INSTITUTE: Just arrived
HOMETOWN: Westbury, New York
KNOWN RELATIVES: Mother, Maureen Green; Father, Donald Green

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5’3”
BUILD: Thin, due to a high metabolism and extremely active lifestyle. She can’t keep still.
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Oh, there’s nothing amazingly special about Doreen. The buck teeth, three-foot fluffy squirrel tail, retractable claws, people hardly notice those things unless they’re really looking. So, Doreen applies some very stylish eyeliner to get their attention.
CLOTHING STYLE: Doreen is not the type of person to obsess over fashion or appearance. Like her cheery and spirited personality would suggest, she wears whatever makes her happy. If it has a cutesy little emblem on it, odds are Doreen has something like it or will snatch it from your closet when you’re not looking. And if it’s shiny… ooh boy. However, whatever her flights of fancy may be, the type of clothing she goes for remains practical, if not a dayglo eyesore. She’s extremely active and outdoorsy, making jeans or shorts the logical thing to go with, along with some sort of hiking boot or shoe made for good traction and climbing.
UNIFORM: Well, every super cool superhero is supposed to have a superhero outfit, and of course, Doreen isn’t about to overlook that detail. The basis rests on a green turtleneck shirt with green leggings, over which goes a fuzzy brown vest. To further add to the squirrely motif, she sewed together little arm bands and leg warmers out of brown faux fur. Of course, no superhero is complete without a handy dandy utility belt. All the cool heroes have one, you see, and Doreen certainly won’t be left out, hers replete with little pouches where she carries a nut stash to feed her squirrel friends and snack a bit herself when she’s feeling low on energy. Being the clever girl she is, she’s enthusiastically called them her “nut sacks”. If she weren’t so busy fighting crime and striking squirrely fear into the hearts of bad guys everywhere, she’d go out and get that trademarked.

POWERS

GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Like her namesake suggests, Squirrel Girl’s mutation has given her the abilities and some physiological traits of a squirrel. Her mutation is purely physical, including a 3-foot long squirrel tail, buck teeth, retractable claws and diminutive knuckle spikes capable of slicing through wood. Additionally, she possesses the reflexes and acrobatic agility of a squirrel, along with enhanced olfactory senses and sharper vision. To top this all off, Doreen has the ability to speak to squirrels. Her communication with them is not telepathic, rather, she is able to understand their language and speak it back to them. Likewise, they are able to understand her, even when she speaks in English. Doreen claims this is proof squirrels are a lot smarter than they let people think, evidenced by the strangely articulate talents of her pet squirrel, Monkey Joe.
WEAKNESS: She's a girl with a squirrel mutation. You figure it out.

PERSONALITY
Squirrel Girl is the poster child for positive thinking and self-empowerment. Cheery to a fault and motivated to the point of delusion, she sets very high goals for herself and goes to great lengths to achieve them. While this would be a good characteristic in people, in Doreen’s case it often leads to obsession. Coupled with her seemingly boundless energy and what might be perceived as a very bad case of some hyperactivity disorder, it makes Doreen very persistent, incessant, or just flat-out annoying. When meeting new people, she’s extremely friendly, trusting, and eager to please and make new friends. More often than not she puts off new acquaintances with her high-energy approach to things, coming off as too high strung and twitchy, which isn’t very surprising considering her moniker.

Her view of the world is very naïve; her moral character is firmly set with strong distinctions between right and wrong and is a strong believer of the golden rule. However, because of her naïve nature she seems to think everyone feels the same way. This often leads to a few surprises and unpleasant encounters, but far be it for Doreen to take it too personally. Having grown up with various insults tossed at her over her appearance, she’s learned to channel that negative energy out. However, she will go out of her way to convince people to change their thinking, which usually leads to small sermons about politeness and manners. If that doesn’t work, she’s got an army to back her up.

Perhaps what is most endearing and defining about Doreen is her tenacity. Like mentioned previously, that’s just a light way of putting her obsession, in particular her interest in crime-fighting. Defending the weak and helpless certainly appeals to her—between that small background of bullying and running a wildlife refuge with her mother, she has a maternal streak to her and an urge to defend others despite her own small, unimposing stature and seemingly useless powers. Between her own impressive stack of comic books and reading the Bugle, her head’s been filled with the feats of superheroes, real and fictional, and simply put the lifestyle appeals to her. Having put together her own costume, she runs off into the metropolitan area to fight crime and teach bad guys a lesson. Granted, it’s usually a lesson in comedy relief, but they quickly stop laughing when her posse shows up. The risk she puts herself in is tremendous, but Doreen never thinks about it, especially when other people are in trouble. She hasn’t been on the vigilante scene for very long, mainly limited to purse snatchings and walking little old ladies across intersections. Not that they’re not important, but Doreen is convinced she can make a bigger difference. Thus, she has her heart set on becoming a sidekick to one of those cool superheroes. Sure, the fame might be spiffy, but she’s more interested in helping others.

HISTORY

The moment those first wails filled the delivery room and that wrinkly little body set in a new mother’s arms, it was love at first sight. Maureen and Donald had no doubt that this little baby was perfection itself, from her ten little fingers and toes to the… front incisors already peeping from her gums. But that didn’t matter. The new parents were absolutely thrilled. She could have been born with a third eye and she still would have been perfect. Doreen Green had entered this world surrounded by love, and in the course of her young life that wouldn’t ever change.

Her parents ran a wildlife rehabilitation center out of their home in the suburbs of Westbury, fostering in Doreen a love for animals at an early age. She spent most of her time tending to the little patients that ended up at their refuge, urban wildlife that ultimately found themselves clashing with the middle-class residents of the neighborhood and surrounding area. She seldom went outside to play with the other kids on the block, more concerned with getting little orphaned squirrels back to their proper weight. Getting her to start school was a hassle, Doreen fighting to stay at home with her little friends, but her parents ultimately managed, telling her to keep positive. Being a good little girl, Doreen did like she was told, and surprisingly enough, it worked! Meeting so many new friends softened the guilt of leaving her parents and animals back home, and what they learned in the classroom she viewed as a new challenge she had to overcome like her favorite superheroes did on the Saturday morning cartoons. There were a few mean names tossed her way, mainly because of her buck teeth and freckled face, but Doreen never let it get to her. Her educational career was off to a good start, except for the few times when she brought to school a little animal friend or two… or twelve…

As the years progressed, it slowly became obvious to Doreen parents that their daughter was a mutant. Her nails grew out into claws and she seemed to be sprouting a tail. They remained very calm despite the developments and acted as though nothing were wrong around Doreen, practicing a doctrine of compassion and acceptance that they preached to their daughter. Her parents explained that some people were a little different than others, but that it was a good thing. It just meant that they were special and destined for something really great. Doreen was already a fan of comic books, thanks to her father’s hobbies as a kid, and quickly drew parallels.

Doreen was vastly unaware of what exactly mutants were and their public perception. She led a rather sheltered life, her parents overprotective of their only child. It was understandable, but it slowly proved to be a disservice to their daughter as she went to school every day and faced her classmates who were slowly growing aware that she was different. The taunts increased until everyone had practically forgotten her name and simply called her “Rodent”. Doreen bore it all with a smile and a shrug, keeping the bullying hidden from her parents and confiding to her squirrel friends who always could lend an ear to listen. She began keeping a close eye on the news and the superheroes they always seemed to cover, rescuing people from burning buildings and dealing out justice to people who deserved it.

And an old idea surfaced again.

Whipping together a few things from her closet and her mother’s crafts bin, Doreen got to work quickly on this nifty little idea. With a little cutting and measuring and sewing, she made for herself an honest to goodness superhero costume. Of course, the ensemble served no real tactical purpose, but it made her look really, really cool. At least she thought so. In these recent months, Doreen began skipping school, only pretending to walk to the bus stop for her parent’s benefit and instead dashing off to change into her new outfit and fight crime as the newest hero on the block, Squirrel Girl!

Surprisingly, it’s really hard to find bad guys. She’d always thought they were just hanging around in alleyways or something, masked supervillians holding up little old ladies for their grocery money. Turns out they’re not. The superhero’ing gig is a lot tougher than it looks, but that wouldn’t stop Squirrel Girl. She made plans to make a little trip to New York, where all the superheroes seemed to like to hangout, and make herself one of their sidekicks. Apocalyptic world events put a small stop to those plans, though.

She was at home when the big explosion happened. The attack in Mutant Town had started only a half hour prior before the first lines of the glowy-eyed people showed up. They set fire to the houses and yelled in the streets. Doreen’s parents weren’t home, out in Manhattan to speak to someone that was interested in donating to the wildlife rehabilitation clinic and helping to sponsor them. They’d left only an hour before.

Doreen had little idea of what was going on, but she did know that the animals needed help. She immediately opened the enclosures, animals rushing out regardless of what their physical condition was. One of the squirrels stayed put, Monkey Joe, who she had grown very close to.

“We’re off to New York!”


SAMPLE RP POST:

It was a long walk, peppered with those scary-looking people. But they didn't scare Doreen, no sir. She just looked them straight in their glowy eyes and asked them to stop, very nicely. Of course, that didn't work.

"It is the will of The First One!" she bellowed at her, all cracked skin and gnashing teeth. Doreen blinked, large front teeth nibbling on her bottom lip thoughtfully.

"Oh, gee golly, I don't really know what to say. Okay, I know! Let's just start this over again," the girl replied, flashing the convert of Apocalypse a broad smile. "Hi, my name's Squirrel Girl, and I was just wondering if--ACK!"

The street erupted in a mess of spikes, popping out one by one in a rippling effect towards her. Doreen quickly threw herself to the side, catching herself on the ground with her hands and throwing herself into a flip. A string of very, very, VERY angry chattering drilled into her ear, Doreen wincing as she stood up. "Monkey Joe, language! That's not a nice thing to say..."

"Lowly worm! You are unfit to live to see the dawn of His kingdom!" the other woman screamed, apparently tired of being ignored in favor of Squirrel Girl's arboreal companion. Really, this lady could use some manners. The terrakinetic rushed forward, pulling her arm back as little pebbles and pieces of rock rose from the street to encase the limb.

"Ooh boy... Monkey Joe, now!" Doreen yelled, snatching up the little ball of fuzz on her shoulder and hurling him out at the very angry woman. Well, compared to Monkey Joe, she wasn't very angry at all. Doreen grimaced at the long string of chittering, barely heard above the woman's insane shriek of battle... which only grew worse when that brown flash of fur collided into her face.

"I will have your hide, little girl! Your blood wi--Ah it's on my face! It's on my face!" The woman practically tripped over her own feet with sudden surprise as she was face to face with 300 grams of very angry and displeased squirrely wrath. He bit and clawed and scampered around the woman's head, her hands flailing to get him off.

"Yeah, give her a left! And a right! Jab jab cross!" Doreen cheered from the sidelines, hopping around and giving little jabs in the air. The squirrel slipped down the back of the convert's shirt, eliciting even more screams. She continued to spazz and flail, Monkey Joe darting around in her pant leg. Thanks to her little episode with the spikes earlier, the road was cracked and uneven. She learned that the hard way when her foot stepped on a patch of grainy asphalt and she slipped, hitting her head.

The yelling stopped. Squirrel Girl neared cautiously, giving her prone figure a nudge with her toe.

"Jeeze... unconciousness is a cheap cop-out. Now I know what everyone's complaining about."