Post by Rowan 'Mac' McKinnon on Dec 29, 2007 3:25:23 GMT 1
Character Name: Rowan 'Mac' McKinnon
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Cannon: No
Species: Mutant
Powers: Fire Manipulation/Creation.
Telaportation-looks like she bursts into flame
heat vision
Alignment: Good
Appearance: 5'7". Long black hair. Hazel eyes that turn red when she's using her power. Tanned. Athletic.
History: Rowan lived on a farm near Perth in Scotland. She's the seventh child of a seventh child. She comes from a huge, loving, boistrous family.
She has her mother's eyes but her father's colouring.
When she was on a school trip at thirteen her powers activated. She incinerated everything within a ten mile radius. Terrified and guilt ridden over the deaths of her classmates and teachers. She ran away and ended up joining a gang called the 'Shrikes'. Vicious and infamous for knife work. She stayed with them for 2 years, becoming known as 'Raz' (short for Razor-referring to her skill with the throatcutter she was given after her initiation) befriending another girl by the name of Ann.
When Ann was killed by her boyfriend in an argument over their drug stash. Rowan left the gang and Scotland. She ended up in America.
Personality: Quiet and watchful are the initial impression. Mac holds herself back and doesn't trust easily. But when her trust is given it is unfaltering.
She has a long fuse but when she loses her temper it usually becomes violent quickly.
Rowan misses her family deeply. She also suffers from nightmares and would never admit it but is in desperate need of a friend.
She has a dark and twisted sense of humour. And is what you could call morally ambiguous. Not much bothers her and she's no stranger to killling. But she has her own code of ethics she adheres to and honour.
Interests & Hobbies: She loves muic and singing.
Played football/soccer at school.
Strengths: loyalty and determination.
Weaknesses: She can spend so long weighing her options she is often considered indecisive.
Rowan fears the strength of her powers. She holds herself in check and actively avoids finding their limits as she fears that she has none.
Sample RP: Citlalmina nearly barreled into a group of people as she stormed through the wall of Platform 93/4. She noted a young girl storming away from them idely as she skirted round them.
She took a firmer grip on the black denim satchel over her shoulder. Her long black hair was scraped back into a high ponytail. She wore black jeans, a blood red strappy top and the leather bomber jacket her gret-grandmother had gifted her with the birthday before the old lady had died. It had been worn by her great grandfather during the War.
She stomped towards the train. A steam engine, which she grudgingly admitted appealed greatly to her inner five year old. Her long legs eat the distance quickly, and soon she was heaving hreself on board.
She walked the length of the carraige her steel grey eyes searching for an empty compartment. She found one near the end and pulled the door open and entered.
She stuffed her bag on the overhead shelf and threw herself into a sprawl on the chair. She heaved a gusty sigh and fingered the pendant round her neck.
"I'm on my way Grandmere" She mumbled to herself. "I'll make you an' Grandpere proud a me. Watch o'er me an' gie me strength for the challenges ahead. Sleep light!"
And with that semi-prayer she settled back to wait for departure.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Cannon: No
Species: Mutant
Powers: Fire Manipulation/Creation.
Telaportation-looks like she bursts into flame
heat vision
Alignment: Good
Appearance: 5'7". Long black hair. Hazel eyes that turn red when she's using her power. Tanned. Athletic.
History: Rowan lived on a farm near Perth in Scotland. She's the seventh child of a seventh child. She comes from a huge, loving, boistrous family.
She has her mother's eyes but her father's colouring.
When she was on a school trip at thirteen her powers activated. She incinerated everything within a ten mile radius. Terrified and guilt ridden over the deaths of her classmates and teachers. She ran away and ended up joining a gang called the 'Shrikes'. Vicious and infamous for knife work. She stayed with them for 2 years, becoming known as 'Raz' (short for Razor-referring to her skill with the throatcutter she was given after her initiation) befriending another girl by the name of Ann.
When Ann was killed by her boyfriend in an argument over their drug stash. Rowan left the gang and Scotland. She ended up in America.
Personality: Quiet and watchful are the initial impression. Mac holds herself back and doesn't trust easily. But when her trust is given it is unfaltering.
She has a long fuse but when she loses her temper it usually becomes violent quickly.
Rowan misses her family deeply. She also suffers from nightmares and would never admit it but is in desperate need of a friend.
She has a dark and twisted sense of humour. And is what you could call morally ambiguous. Not much bothers her and she's no stranger to killling. But she has her own code of ethics she adheres to and honour.
Interests & Hobbies: She loves muic and singing.
Played football/soccer at school.
Strengths: loyalty and determination.
Weaknesses: She can spend so long weighing her options she is often considered indecisive.
Rowan fears the strength of her powers. She holds herself in check and actively avoids finding their limits as she fears that she has none.
Sample RP: Citlalmina nearly barreled into a group of people as she stormed through the wall of Platform 93/4. She noted a young girl storming away from them idely as she skirted round them.
She took a firmer grip on the black denim satchel over her shoulder. Her long black hair was scraped back into a high ponytail. She wore black jeans, a blood red strappy top and the leather bomber jacket her gret-grandmother had gifted her with the birthday before the old lady had died. It had been worn by her great grandfather during the War.
She stomped towards the train. A steam engine, which she grudgingly admitted appealed greatly to her inner five year old. Her long legs eat the distance quickly, and soon she was heaving hreself on board.
She walked the length of the carraige her steel grey eyes searching for an empty compartment. She found one near the end and pulled the door open and entered.
She stuffed her bag on the overhead shelf and threw herself into a sprawl on the chair. She heaved a gusty sigh and fingered the pendant round her neck.
"I'm on my way Grandmere" She mumbled to herself. "I'll make you an' Grandpere proud a me. Watch o'er me an' gie me strength for the challenges ahead. Sleep light!"
And with that semi-prayer she settled back to wait for departure.