Title: Radiant
Description: Rose Austin {MUC; R}
Description: Rose Austin {MUC; R}
Radiant - May 22, 2007 07:37 AM (GMT)
Player: May
Sign On Used to Post for Him/Her: Radiant
Player E-mail: trulife445@yahoo.com
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PERSONAL INFORMATION
Character Name: Rose Austin
Current Alias: Radiant
Previous Alias: N/A
Age: 21
Height: 5’5’’
Build: Lean yet mean- her joke. She is slender with no relative muscle mass.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Bright Blue (natural); Brown (contacts)
Relatives: Orphaned with no living or known relatives; Vienna Smith (guardian); Annie Morgan Brown (Vienna’s granddaughter, Rose was her nanny, views as younger sister).
Current Occupation: None; former nanny
STUDENT INSTITUTE INFORMATION
School Attending: Resident at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Advisor/Advisees: N/A
Squad Group: Nextwave, Senior X-Men
Room Number: TFA-05
Classes Taught: N/A
Curriculum: N/A
Non-Curriculum: Loves to read, write her own stories, and photography. She also enjoys taking care of children as a hobby.
Education: GED; hasn’t really attended school.
Resources: Nanny’s salary; trust fund; unknown allowance.
X-GENE MUTATION
Mutant Powers: Rose is best known for turning drawings, thoughts, and stories into reality. She uses this power to make small scale versions of the story she is currently writing to get a better more human connection to it. They look as though their solid holograms or illusions but they are actually existing 12in scale models (manageable size but they can be made actual size).To do this she first thinks about every detail from the people to everyday objects such as clothes and tools; she is able to do this in seconds through practice. Then she closes her eyes and waves her right hand over a surface, smooth or uneven, and moves her fingers up and down in tune with her thoughts. Finally the scene begins to form first as a haze like the onset of a mirage then a ghostly vision gradually turning vividly solid. This world moves around with her voice and thoughts, the people that are created can talk but aren’t artificial intelligent and have no free will meaning if Rose doesn’t wish it they cannot do anything.
Rose can make models from other people’s works, whether it is a book or movie, as well as photographs. However she is not a telepath, at least to the way we know them. When she sleeps her unconscious mind wanders to other people’s dream. In other words she is a dreams reader. This basically works by her mind, with no inhibition, reaching out for more material and views peoples' dreams as a third person looking in. Their dreams are stored within her mind and are used to expand her story telling ability.
Side note: Rose also has the ability to change the color of inanimate objects (a mug that is white to the same mug but red). Whether this is the beginning of a latent ability or it is derived from her story telling, it is unknown.
Control: Great control. She is very imaginative and has spent years honing her skills. However, though it takes little focus for her to use these abilities her thoughts still need to clear. This means that if a telepath enters her mind the model she creates will either be imperfect or unattainable or it takes longer for it to be achieved. Her mind is really susceptible to this so she as learned to block it. As a dream reader she has fair to no control.
Weaknesses: Her story telling, besides telepaths, has no weakness. Actual size models take a lot of focus thus weakening her mind making herself susceptible to any type of attack (mental or physical). As a dream reader she intrudes on the subconscious thoughts of others and feels guilt. Thus she suffers from insomnia. Another reason she doesn’t sleep is because dreams sometimes reflect people’s fears as they view them consequently for a short time they become Rose’s fears. After a week or more without sleep her models appear with parts missing. After viewing a terrible nightmare her models become a dark version of what she wants. As stated she has little to no control of this power which means those who can alter dreams can quite literally make her believe anything. The blocking of her mind doesn’t have any effect on powerful telepaths. (Another side note: Rose assumes the blocking of her mind works on all telepaths so she doesn’t know this weakness yet).
PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE
Personality: Rose always has a smile on her face even when it is uncalled for. She is kind-hearted and can relate to anyone’s situation. She hates to worry others about her problems so if she reveals anything you know it’s serious. Sometimes she’s a bit ditzy but in reality it is a cover for her true self.
This passive exterior hides the real Rose. At times she can be seen as cold, laughing at the world’s problems. Actually she is able to see and understand the problems that people tend to not wish to see. She has a lot of common sense mixed with the false accusation that everyone not only has the same amount but interprets it the same way. This causes her some problems mostly making her to appear to be a know-it-all that wants to have her own way. Her life is ruled by high morals values and strict limitations. This means that if she views something as not right she will not go out and do it. Above all Rose has a passion to learn how things work and if there is something that she is unsure about she will not continue the task at hand.
Demeanour: Reserved yet out-going (contradictory)
Nature: Creative
Current Affiliation: X-Men, Resident
Previous Affiliation: None
HISTORY
The first nine years of Rose Austin’s life are irrelevant. Either because the death of her parents became a military secret or that her godparents were unable to take care of her upon the death of her parents. These reasons are not enough for her early life to be kept hidden it’s just that it would be hard to explain even if the facts were completely revealed. The only thing relevant is that a part of her extended family took her in upon the death of her parents. This extended family lived in Tokyo, Japan and gave Rose their last name. For some unknown reason she was taken away from that family and placed in an orphanage run by Americans.
A hot muggy day met Rose with the greatness news any of the orphans could dream of. She was given the opportunity to travel to America on the pretence that she would become the nanny of a five year old girl. Though only nine no objections were given and she found herself in Central New York. Unbeknownst to her the family she was hired to was her godparents. The military secret on the deaths of her parents was still kept hidden but a long time friend of Rose’s father had found a way to sidestep the bureaucracy and allow the last wish of his friend to come true. At last she was able to live the life her parents wanted but with every wish comes a price.
Her godparents had more important things to do than to take care of a young orphan and their only daughter. With goodbyes and much tears Rose and the little Annie were left in the complete care of Annie’s grandmother, Vienna Smith better none as Granny Smith. As a nine year old she wasn’t expected to take the role as nanny but that didn’t stop Rose from becoming an unofficial one. Annie’s abandonment caused her much pain. She was able to see the suffering behind the little one’s eyes and felt compelled to ebb it. Each day the two became close, not as nanny and child but as older sister and younger sister.
By the age of thirteen Rose had convinced Granny Smith to give her most of the jobs expected of a nanny. In return of keeping Annie company, cleaning up the house, and in control of expenses Granny Smith started to give Rose a small allowance and put the rest of her payment in a trust fund. Life couldn’t be more perfect but life does not always stay perfect as Rose found out one rainy afternoon just weeks after her thirteenth birthday.
Mid May in Central New York was best known for rain and alas it was raining. Rose and Annie could be found in their attic hideaway reading the day away. One Hundred and One Dalmatians was one of Annie’s favorite books and as nanny Rose felt it important to keep the eight year old out of the kitchen where Granny Smith was making chocolate chip cookies. Half way through the story Rose started to have a migraine. It took every once of concentration to continue the story. At the climax Annie let out a scream of surprise. Sitting beside her nanny was an exact replica of a Dalmatian, a moving Dalmatian. Without knowing how or even meaning to Rose had brought part of the story to life. Before they could even comprehend what just happened the dog disappeared. Months passed without a repeat incident. That is until the day where Granny Smith was making spaghetti for dinner and Rose was sitting at the table in boredom. She was half listening to a one way conversation about Granny Smith’s day. She had her eyes closed and for some reason was waving down at the table. Another scream and a smoke alarm later Rose had managed to make an exact replica of the store her caretaker was describing. Everything was moving including the miniature people.
At last Rose understood that she had some sort of special ability. Years had past as she tried to take complete control of this new gift. By the time she turned sixteen she was able to take full advantage of what Granny Smith dubbed ‘story telling.’ With encouragement from Annie she began to use her power to tell make-believe stories about anything her little charge wanted. However with the mastering of this ability Rose had to give payment. Another power developed by the time she was eighteen. She was now able to unconsciously view the dreams of her family. This power pained her so much that she chose not to sleep. This resulted in the normal problems of not sleeping but eventually Rose learned how to act as though they didn’t bother her.
Through trials Rose grew into the person she is today. From the moment she first stepped into her godparents’ house to the moment she decided it was time to leave was the best part of her life. With tribulations came hope and with hope came the will to continue. Now she is ready to begin the next chapter of her life’s story.
SAMPLE ROLE PLAY
Most people would describe the kitchen as the centre of any home. Within its walls family meals are eaten, news shared, and sometimes the most important memories happen there. Today the small kitchen was filled with the smell of freshly made chocolate chip cookies.
The gooey cookies were sitting on a plate in front of a young woman. For some reason black hairs had collected everywhere: on the cookies, the table, and the floor. Next to the plate a pair of bloody scissors lay. Strands of hair were still hanging from them. A sigh and the young woman began to reach for a cold glass of milk. Her brown hand stopped in midair as a scream reverberated around the kitchen.
“Rose I can’t believe what you did to your hair. And look at that, you’re bleeding,” a young girl shouted. Annie rushed in and felt her nanny’s forehead to see if she had a fever. It was as cool as a cucumber so she shrugged and began to rummage in one of the cabinets for the first aid kit. “You’re not delirious so why did you cut your hair?” she asked.
“I decided a drastic change was needed before I leave and the urge was so great that I couldn’t wait,” explained Rose as she brought her hand to her left ear. Sure enough she was bleeding. Studying Annie carefully she came to the conclusion that her young charge was sad. Who would blame her after all her long time nanny and sister was leaving early the next day.
Thoughts were a good thing but Rose’s weren’t happy. She would have stayed at the table looking down at her favorite food thinking about her choice to leave. At least it would have but Annie’s next outburst took away any chance to think. “I hate cotton balls,” grimaced the young teen. Rose couldn’t help but smile. “It’s because you can’t make them, right?” Three small puffballs hitting her between the eyes was Annie’s reply. Childish though it was; the point was made as the bloodied ear was cleaned.
Moments after the ruined cookies were thrown away Annie and Rose had mouths full of chocolate chip cookie goodness. The only thing that they each needed was the glass of milk sitting between them. The glass was the prize of a staring contest. Simple, the winner would be able to rinse the cookies down with the milk. That was an understatement as Annie’s eyes begin to hurt from the strain of keeping them open. For some reason Rose gave no sign of losing. With a tearful blink and muffled yell the young teen lost. Rushing from the table she threw open the fridge, her nanny was enjoying the last of the milk. Desperation hit as she ran to the kitchen sink and drank straight from the faucet.
Relief from both parties found them once again sitting at the table. Another sigh escaped Rose’s lips as she touched the black hair tickling her shoulders. That morning it was waist length. Maybe she did cut too much off. Annie could feel the sadness radiating off her nanny. A distraction was needed and she knew the only thing that would work. “Rose, how is your story coming?”
Life sparkled in blue eyes, “Great. I finished another chapter. Do you want to see?” The young teen bolted straight up, “I would love too.” Rose had used the word see instead of read and Annie didn’t correct it.
Closing her eyes Rose lent her hand hover over the table. Moving her fingers up and down a haze began to appear. Before Annie could let out an excited gasp the haze turned into a twelve inch scale model of the story her nanny had written.
“They lived close to the town line but that didn’t matter. Marshville was a small town with a feel of suburbia and the country all in one. None of the houses looked the same. Neither did the people because each family originally came from a different culture. Their yards were filled with Grecian statues to exotic plants from Asia to Africa.”
With each word Rose spoke the model would move along with it. The houses were exact matches to the ones in her head. The grass and the plants looked so life like. As the story continued moving figures of people followed each of the commands given to them. When they spoke, for they did speak, their voices sounded as though they were living and could move without Rose’s commands. When the story ended Annie was in wonderment and she smiled toward her only sister. Tomorrow was a new day, a day when their paths would separate.
ADDITIONAL PICTURES
Sign On Used to Post for Him/Her: Radiant
Player E-mail: trulife445@yahoo.com
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PERSONAL INFORMATION
Character Name: Rose Austin
Current Alias: Radiant
Previous Alias: N/A
Age: 21
Height: 5’5’’
Build: Lean yet mean- her joke. She is slender with no relative muscle mass.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Bright Blue (natural); Brown (contacts)
Relatives: Orphaned with no living or known relatives; Vienna Smith (guardian); Annie Morgan Brown (Vienna’s granddaughter, Rose was her nanny, views as younger sister).
Current Occupation: None; former nanny
STUDENT INSTITUTE INFORMATION
School Attending: Resident at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Advisor/Advisees: N/A
Squad Group: Nextwave, Senior X-Men
Room Number: TFA-05
Classes Taught: N/A
Curriculum: N/A
Non-Curriculum: Loves to read, write her own stories, and photography. She also enjoys taking care of children as a hobby.
Education: GED; hasn’t really attended school.
Resources: Nanny’s salary; trust fund; unknown allowance.
X-GENE MUTATION
Mutant Powers: Rose is best known for turning drawings, thoughts, and stories into reality. She uses this power to make small scale versions of the story she is currently writing to get a better more human connection to it. They look as though their solid holograms or illusions but they are actually existing 12in scale models (manageable size but they can be made actual size).To do this she first thinks about every detail from the people to everyday objects such as clothes and tools; she is able to do this in seconds through practice. Then she closes her eyes and waves her right hand over a surface, smooth or uneven, and moves her fingers up and down in tune with her thoughts. Finally the scene begins to form first as a haze like the onset of a mirage then a ghostly vision gradually turning vividly solid. This world moves around with her voice and thoughts, the people that are created can talk but aren’t artificial intelligent and have no free will meaning if Rose doesn’t wish it they cannot do anything.
Rose can make models from other people’s works, whether it is a book or movie, as well as photographs. However she is not a telepath, at least to the way we know them. When she sleeps her unconscious mind wanders to other people’s dream. In other words she is a dreams reader. This basically works by her mind, with no inhibition, reaching out for more material and views peoples' dreams as a third person looking in. Their dreams are stored within her mind and are used to expand her story telling ability.
Side note: Rose also has the ability to change the color of inanimate objects (a mug that is white to the same mug but red). Whether this is the beginning of a latent ability or it is derived from her story telling, it is unknown.
Control: Great control. She is very imaginative and has spent years honing her skills. However, though it takes little focus for her to use these abilities her thoughts still need to clear. This means that if a telepath enters her mind the model she creates will either be imperfect or unattainable or it takes longer for it to be achieved. Her mind is really susceptible to this so she as learned to block it. As a dream reader she has fair to no control.
Weaknesses: Her story telling, besides telepaths, has no weakness. Actual size models take a lot of focus thus weakening her mind making herself susceptible to any type of attack (mental or physical). As a dream reader she intrudes on the subconscious thoughts of others and feels guilt. Thus she suffers from insomnia. Another reason she doesn’t sleep is because dreams sometimes reflect people’s fears as they view them consequently for a short time they become Rose’s fears. After a week or more without sleep her models appear with parts missing. After viewing a terrible nightmare her models become a dark version of what she wants. As stated she has little to no control of this power which means those who can alter dreams can quite literally make her believe anything. The blocking of her mind doesn’t have any effect on powerful telepaths. (Another side note: Rose assumes the blocking of her mind works on all telepaths so she doesn’t know this weakness yet).
PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE
Personality: Rose always has a smile on her face even when it is uncalled for. She is kind-hearted and can relate to anyone’s situation. She hates to worry others about her problems so if she reveals anything you know it’s serious. Sometimes she’s a bit ditzy but in reality it is a cover for her true self.
This passive exterior hides the real Rose. At times she can be seen as cold, laughing at the world’s problems. Actually she is able to see and understand the problems that people tend to not wish to see. She has a lot of common sense mixed with the false accusation that everyone not only has the same amount but interprets it the same way. This causes her some problems mostly making her to appear to be a know-it-all that wants to have her own way. Her life is ruled by high morals values and strict limitations. This means that if she views something as not right she will not go out and do it. Above all Rose has a passion to learn how things work and if there is something that she is unsure about she will not continue the task at hand.
Demeanour: Reserved yet out-going (contradictory)
Nature: Creative
Current Affiliation: X-Men, Resident
Previous Affiliation: None
HISTORY
The first nine years of Rose Austin’s life are irrelevant. Either because the death of her parents became a military secret or that her godparents were unable to take care of her upon the death of her parents. These reasons are not enough for her early life to be kept hidden it’s just that it would be hard to explain even if the facts were completely revealed. The only thing relevant is that a part of her extended family took her in upon the death of her parents. This extended family lived in Tokyo, Japan and gave Rose their last name. For some unknown reason she was taken away from that family and placed in an orphanage run by Americans.
A hot muggy day met Rose with the greatness news any of the orphans could dream of. She was given the opportunity to travel to America on the pretence that she would become the nanny of a five year old girl. Though only nine no objections were given and she found herself in Central New York. Unbeknownst to her the family she was hired to was her godparents. The military secret on the deaths of her parents was still kept hidden but a long time friend of Rose’s father had found a way to sidestep the bureaucracy and allow the last wish of his friend to come true. At last she was able to live the life her parents wanted but with every wish comes a price.
Her godparents had more important things to do than to take care of a young orphan and their only daughter. With goodbyes and much tears Rose and the little Annie were left in the complete care of Annie’s grandmother, Vienna Smith better none as Granny Smith. As a nine year old she wasn’t expected to take the role as nanny but that didn’t stop Rose from becoming an unofficial one. Annie’s abandonment caused her much pain. She was able to see the suffering behind the little one’s eyes and felt compelled to ebb it. Each day the two became close, not as nanny and child but as older sister and younger sister.
By the age of thirteen Rose had convinced Granny Smith to give her most of the jobs expected of a nanny. In return of keeping Annie company, cleaning up the house, and in control of expenses Granny Smith started to give Rose a small allowance and put the rest of her payment in a trust fund. Life couldn’t be more perfect but life does not always stay perfect as Rose found out one rainy afternoon just weeks after her thirteenth birthday.
Mid May in Central New York was best known for rain and alas it was raining. Rose and Annie could be found in their attic hideaway reading the day away. One Hundred and One Dalmatians was one of Annie’s favorite books and as nanny Rose felt it important to keep the eight year old out of the kitchen where Granny Smith was making chocolate chip cookies. Half way through the story Rose started to have a migraine. It took every once of concentration to continue the story. At the climax Annie let out a scream of surprise. Sitting beside her nanny was an exact replica of a Dalmatian, a moving Dalmatian. Without knowing how or even meaning to Rose had brought part of the story to life. Before they could even comprehend what just happened the dog disappeared. Months passed without a repeat incident. That is until the day where Granny Smith was making spaghetti for dinner and Rose was sitting at the table in boredom. She was half listening to a one way conversation about Granny Smith’s day. She had her eyes closed and for some reason was waving down at the table. Another scream and a smoke alarm later Rose had managed to make an exact replica of the store her caretaker was describing. Everything was moving including the miniature people.
At last Rose understood that she had some sort of special ability. Years had past as she tried to take complete control of this new gift. By the time she turned sixteen she was able to take full advantage of what Granny Smith dubbed ‘story telling.’ With encouragement from Annie she began to use her power to tell make-believe stories about anything her little charge wanted. However with the mastering of this ability Rose had to give payment. Another power developed by the time she was eighteen. She was now able to unconsciously view the dreams of her family. This power pained her so much that she chose not to sleep. This resulted in the normal problems of not sleeping but eventually Rose learned how to act as though they didn’t bother her.
Through trials Rose grew into the person she is today. From the moment she first stepped into her godparents’ house to the moment she decided it was time to leave was the best part of her life. With tribulations came hope and with hope came the will to continue. Now she is ready to begin the next chapter of her life’s story.
SAMPLE ROLE PLAY
Most people would describe the kitchen as the centre of any home. Within its walls family meals are eaten, news shared, and sometimes the most important memories happen there. Today the small kitchen was filled with the smell of freshly made chocolate chip cookies.
The gooey cookies were sitting on a plate in front of a young woman. For some reason black hairs had collected everywhere: on the cookies, the table, and the floor. Next to the plate a pair of bloody scissors lay. Strands of hair were still hanging from them. A sigh and the young woman began to reach for a cold glass of milk. Her brown hand stopped in midair as a scream reverberated around the kitchen.
“Rose I can’t believe what you did to your hair. And look at that, you’re bleeding,” a young girl shouted. Annie rushed in and felt her nanny’s forehead to see if she had a fever. It was as cool as a cucumber so she shrugged and began to rummage in one of the cabinets for the first aid kit. “You’re not delirious so why did you cut your hair?” she asked.
“I decided a drastic change was needed before I leave and the urge was so great that I couldn’t wait,” explained Rose as she brought her hand to her left ear. Sure enough she was bleeding. Studying Annie carefully she came to the conclusion that her young charge was sad. Who would blame her after all her long time nanny and sister was leaving early the next day.
Thoughts were a good thing but Rose’s weren’t happy. She would have stayed at the table looking down at her favorite food thinking about her choice to leave. At least it would have but Annie’s next outburst took away any chance to think. “I hate cotton balls,” grimaced the young teen. Rose couldn’t help but smile. “It’s because you can’t make them, right?” Three small puffballs hitting her between the eyes was Annie’s reply. Childish though it was; the point was made as the bloodied ear was cleaned.
Moments after the ruined cookies were thrown away Annie and Rose had mouths full of chocolate chip cookie goodness. The only thing that they each needed was the glass of milk sitting between them. The glass was the prize of a staring contest. Simple, the winner would be able to rinse the cookies down with the milk. That was an understatement as Annie’s eyes begin to hurt from the strain of keeping them open. For some reason Rose gave no sign of losing. With a tearful blink and muffled yell the young teen lost. Rushing from the table she threw open the fridge, her nanny was enjoying the last of the milk. Desperation hit as she ran to the kitchen sink and drank straight from the faucet.
Relief from both parties found them once again sitting at the table. Another sigh escaped Rose’s lips as she touched the black hair tickling her shoulders. That morning it was waist length. Maybe she did cut too much off. Annie could feel the sadness radiating off her nanny. A distraction was needed and she knew the only thing that would work. “Rose, how is your story coming?”
Life sparkled in blue eyes, “Great. I finished another chapter. Do you want to see?” The young teen bolted straight up, “I would love too.” Rose had used the word see instead of read and Annie didn’t correct it.
Closing her eyes Rose lent her hand hover over the table. Moving her fingers up and down a haze began to appear. Before Annie could let out an excited gasp the haze turned into a twelve inch scale model of the story her nanny had written.
“They lived close to the town line but that didn’t matter. Marshville was a small town with a feel of suburbia and the country all in one. None of the houses looked the same. Neither did the people because each family originally came from a different culture. Their yards were filled with Grecian statues to exotic plants from Asia to Africa.”
With each word Rose spoke the model would move along with it. The houses were exact matches to the ones in her head. The grass and the plants looked so life like. As the story continued moving figures of people followed each of the commands given to them. When they spoke, for they did speak, their voices sounded as though they were living and could move without Rose’s commands. When the story ended Annie was in wonderment and she smiled toward her only sister. Tomorrow was a new day, a day when their paths would separate.
ADDITIONAL PICTURES