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Username: North

Age: 18

The Basics
Name: Abigail (Abby) North Landon

Codename: Echo

Nicknames: Abz. (Isn’t real crazy-love over it. Thinks it sounds too muscular) Also, just plain Abby.

Affiliation: Eidolon (If allowed in. Totally not sure how all this works. *whispers loudly* Someone tell me how the heck this system works, please!)


Powers
Powers: Creation/manipulation of sonic waves. Able to use them for echolocation, hence her codename.

Weaknesses: Waves only extend five metres beyond her person, and using them too often results in a migraine

Looks
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Eyes: Bright blue, wide, and normal-shaped

Hair: Medium brown, goes to her shoulder blades, and is worn in a braid that is flipped over her left shoulder.

Skin: Normal tone

Height: 5”5

Build: She’s slim, with a slightly . . . ‘delicate’ look. Don’t let it fool you, she’s stronger than she looks. She has long legs, and small feet. Shoe size 6 ½. Small-ish torso, long arms. Keeps her braid over one shoulder, usually the left. Bangs reach her lips, are swept mostly to the left, just out of the way of her eyes.

Clothes: Warm weather – denim cutoffs and a t-shirt. Sandals or low runners.
Cold weather – jeans and a sweatshirt over a T-shirt. Shin-high, flat-soled leather boots.
In-between weather – jeans and a light long-sleeved shirt, or T-shirt. Black canvas sneakers.

Battle Outfit: Black close-fitting jeans, dark blue tunic-style top, black belt, black sleeves. Hair worn loose.

Personal Details
Family and Friends: Owen Landon (father), Rebeccah (North) Landon (mother. Abby’s middle name is her mother’s maiden name). Frances Landon (older sister), Neva Landon (other older sister)

Birthday: June 18 1993

Personality: Abby is likely described the best as a hyperspastic ball of rubber. Drop her from an inch of the floor, get ready to have broken dishes lying around. That kind of thing. She’s bubbly to such an extent that most find it annoying. Abby always looks to the positive side of things, and is rarely depressed for longer than half an hour.

That being said, it would be in one’s best interest not to get her mad. Ticked is okay. But for her to be downright furious is a horribly bad thing. She becomes utterly insensitive to any reaction she might draw from a person, and will only apologize if she thinks the person she spazzed at warrants it. What would warrant a spaz? Stealing her laptop and refusing to give it back, purposefully witholding her coffee in the morning, and the destruction of the aforementioned laptop.

She is completely addicted to caffeine, and enjoys trying new types of coffee. Her favourite, though, is still just regular black coffee. It just tastes good. Especially after a long day of training or school. Without coffee in the morning, her world simply doesn’t function – she basically goes on reserve hyperness until her caffeine needs are met.

Don’t let the hyperness hide the smarts. Abby is a sciencey-kid through and through, specializing in all three high school sciences: Physics, Biology, and Chemistry. Her favourite: Chem. Because there’s the ever-so-slight chance that something will catch on fire or blow up. Now would be a good time to mention that she has this thing about fire: she likes to play with it. Not to the extended Pyro, but that she’ll be amused for about an hour just passing her fingers through a candle flame.

Her most redeeming quality is her drive to do well. Once she puts her mind toward being able to do something, she will work at that thing until she has mastered it to her satisfaction. This branches into her piano-playing skills. Oh, I didn’t mention that? Yeah, she plays piano, has for nigh on eleven years – since she was five. The same as she will endlessly practice a song to learn it, she will practice a training concept or a school lesson until she feels she knows it well enough.

Her loyalty is pretty much for keeps. Once she’s given herself over to a side in a conflict, only one thing will shake her: concrete evidence that her side is in the wrong. If and when that happens, she will reconsider her opinions, and either stick with the side she’s on, or start looking at the views of the other side. Short of severely physically damaging herself, she will do the most she can for whatever side she’s on.

Likes: Playing piano, listening to her favourite band (Power metal, chicka yeeeeaaaah), dancing (any style. Except breakdancing or stripper dancing. Seriously – that’s not cool in her books), COFFEE, sneaking up on people, cats, hamsters, and bats. And sarcasm! =D

Dislikes: Bratty little lapdogs (people and animal versions), rap music, idiots, excessive swearing, not getting her coffee in the morning, having to sit still for more than three hours consecutively, and airline stewardesses (Those smiles are annoying as all out).

Hobbies: DANCE! Girl is a dancin’ fool. She also practices her piano. A lot.

Fears: - Drowning. She can swim, but only likes to if there’s someone else around.
-Bees. Did you know that hornets kind of look like insectile mini-squirrels?
-Strangers. She kinda has trust issues with people she doesn’t know.
-Losing her voice. She hates not being able to talk, and worries about how she’d be herself if she couldn’t speak or use her power.

History: Born the youngest child of three, Abby was perky and happy all through infancy, toddlerhood, and early childhood. She went through a brief phase when she was seven with gothic things, which lasted until she was nine. Her parents never quite understood that one. Her fascination with bats and small, cute furry rodents remained, however, and they finally gave in to buying her a pet mouse for her twelfth birthday which she named Isaac. Unfortunately, two years later, a stray cat got in through the window, and Isaac was no more.

When she hit high school, Abby took up science right away. She wrote the Grade Nine Physics Contest and got the bronze medal, which suited her just fine. Gold is tacky for science, silver isn’t pretty enough, even though it’s shiny. Bronze is a TOTALLY PWNINAWESOME colour. So she was happy.

Nearing the end of the summer of that same year, Abbsy developed a rather nasty cough. X-rays didn’t show anything wrong with her lungs or throat, so the doctor thought perhaps that she was having a bad reaction to the thin air of the Eastern Okanagan Highlands. Her parents took the doctor’s suggestion, and moved to [Superheroes RPG] town in time for Abby to start grade 10 two months into the year.

Well, the cough didn’t subside right away. Not until one day at school, in Math class, when Abby coughed the hardest she’d ever coughed. She literally went flying backwards, and the desks in front of hers skidded forward. She’d just produced – rather forcefully – her first sonic wave. Little Jimmy Johnson in front of her has never heard things the same since.

Late that night, she was lying in bed, thankfully not coughing anymore. Instead, she was experimenting. She started off humming – it made a weird feeling in the back of her throat. When she opened her mouth and tried it, nothing seemed to happen. She gave up, and closed her eyes. Well . . . maybe just one more try. Eyes still closed, she tried open-mouth humming again. Suddenly, she could see the bedroom ceiling, as though she were seeing through her eyelids!

Cool.

Other: Picture may be forthcoming if I can get off my lazy butt and draw it with my usually lacking artistic (non)skills.

RP SAMPLE

"NEVA! WHERE'D YOU HIDE MY LAPTOP?!"

Abby Landon thudded down the stairs, glaring over at her second-oldest sister, who was lying on the couch, reading Cosmopolitan. Neva looked up, annoyed.

"I didn't touch your laptop, Abs. You probably left it in your locker again."

Planting her hands on her hips, Abby gave her sister the 'Incredulous-are-you-an-idiot?' look. "Well, maybe I would've thought of that already if I hadn't used the laptop last night right after school!"

Neva rolled her eyes. "Honestly, it's like you're glued to that thing. Get a life, why don't you. Or a boyfriend."

Abby hissed. "Do NOT say the 'b-word' in front of me. Just because you finally found-" Going into overdramatic mode, she draped herself backward over the back of the other couch. "- the love of your life, doesn't mean I have to fall for a guy, because GUESS WHAT, NEVA?!" She flipped upright, turning to face her sibling. "JACK TRIPPER IS A TV CHARACTER! RING RING! Oh, there's the phone! It's REALITY CALLING FOR YOU!"

"MOOOOOM! ABBY'S BEING STUPID AGAIN!"

There came a weary-sounding sigh from the kitchen. "Abby, stop antagonizing your sister, please."

"Sorry, Mom." Sticking her tongue out at Neva, Abby headed back up the stairs. Annoying her sisters was so easy. She always won.

Most of the time.

Um.... No.

First off there is barely an explanation to her power(s) or weaknesses. Great, she makes sonic waves. How does she do it and how does it affect her? Does it dangerously affect her hearing? Does it affect others? and how?

You need to think about those sort of things. Something around 2-3 GOOD paragraphs.... at least. For both powers and weaknesses.

I believe its known as Sonic Kinetics.

Not a word. Please refrain from AIM talk.

Also does she have any fears relating to her powers? Such as making everyone deaf?


And for the history (it's awesome), but I would like to see you develop some history about where the powers took place after that. Maybe a paragraph or two, unless that is you have good reason to back it up.

That's about it.