Clarice Ferguson, Blink

[Clarice Ferguson]

____The Basics____


Canon or Original: Canon

Real Name if Known: Clarice Ferguson
Codename: Blink
Any nicknames: Pup – Only Sabretooth is allowed to call her this
Character's Age: Being a time traveler her true age is unknown, her appearance would place her in her late teens/early 20’s

Appearance: Uses a personal holographic device called an image-inducer to project a false appearance of lightly tanned skin and normal blue/gray eyes with pupils. She keeps her hair and most just think its dyed.
When not using an image-inducer she has green eyes with no visible pupils, light magenta skin, pointed ears, and facial tattoos from her time as a captive of Apocalypse.
Actor chosen to portray your character: Natalia Tena (her Nymphadora Tonks look from the Harry Potter films)
Image:
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Height/Weight: 5’5/125lbs
Eyes: completely green, no pupils
Hair: dark magenta, few shades darker than her natural skintone
Place of Birth: Cartusia, Bahamas
Place of Residence: Prof. X’s school
Where will you stand: Xmen Student until Sabretooth comes along (If his player wants to, I’m willing to have Blink leave the Xmen to be with her adoptive dad.)


____The Details____


Personality/Description: When anyone first meets Clarice, they are often pleasantly surprised by her kindness and willingness to quickly make a stranger into a new friend. She doesn’t mince words, because having been whisked through different time streams on someone else’s whim; she’s learned to be open and frank about her needs. There isn’t much need to ‘read between the lines’ with Clarice, and she gets annoyed easily by those who like to draw things out and play twisted little social games.

She’s short, but dynamite comes in small sticks, and just like dynamite she packs a huge punch. She’s a natural leader, but reluctant to take command due to her time spent leading the Exiles. She isn’t a gal to be underestimated, as many of her foes have discovered from being on the wrong end of the short woman’s attacks.

Clarice often will analyze any time spent in training or on a mission, trying to see if she could have somehow changed things for the better and where she can improve. Her self-critical traits often border on obsession, causing her to privately think she isn’t good enough to be a regular participant on any of the Xmen’s missions. Some have made the mistake of calling it self-doubt, but Clarice doesn’t doubt her skills. Her concern is the very real threat of causing lasting harm or killing those she tries to protect. She still has nightmares about her time as one of Sinister’s slaves/genetic test subjects and some of her larger mistakes as part of the Exiles.

Clarice loves her ‘adoptive family’, and would do anything those treasured few she considers family would ask of her, no matter what the cost. She is most fond of her adoptive father, Sabretooth, to the point of deferring to his judgment in a situation or giving him command of any group she’s been placed in charge of. She no longer feels shame about her true looks or the tattooed marks given to her while in Sinister’s care. Sabretooth has taught her to never be ashamed of how she looks, and to wear her markings with pride.

Clarice now thinks of the facial markings as her own battle scars, declaring her warrior’s strength to anyone fortunate enough to see her real appearance. In battle she is a fierce opponent, able to defend herself against many major physical attacks without resorting to her powers. She continues to push herself physically in training from a desire to limit her dependence on her mutant abilities.

Mutation: *Just gonna go with what’s in her bio to explain her abilities, as she’s a cannon. Hope that’s ok.*

Bio-Molecular Spatial Displacement: ability to displace matter through a type of teleportation rift, appearing as blinking holes, enabling her to move an object or people various distances and displace matter out of sync with reality. Her effective teleporting range is to the moon and back. Blink is capable of "blinking" beings or objects without reassembling them properly, catching them in a portal and temporarily splitting them into pieces. The effects oh her power on living beings varies from brief unconsciousness to death.

Banishing: ability to manifest the energy for her portals in the form of short javelins, which she could throw at an object to cause it to teleport. She uses this ability both offensively and defensively. Also she can send targets to multiple locations at once. At times she has teleported portions of objects.

Weakness: Can be mentally controlled and forced to do things against her will. Such as the time David Richards took control of her mind and forced her to turn her powers against innocent defenseless humans. Clarice retains awareness of what she does while under another persons control and such actions weigh heavily on her conscience.

Clarice still carries the techno-organic virus in its dormant state in her genetic code. While she has received the cure for it and has built up immunity to the virus, it still lingers inside her. This causes her to be a potentially dangerous weapon if she ever falls into the hands of anyone with advanced genetic knowledge.

Her DNA was experimented on and possibly altered when she was a child in Sinister’s slave pens. It’s still unknown what lasting effects, if any, the experimentation had upon her. Clarice is afraid of having something unknown and potentially nasty leftover from the testing triggered as a result of her actions or being triggered by the Sinister in the current time. (The last two paragraphs are things I’d be happy to work into a potential plot sometime in the future.)

Other Skills: Clarice has proven to be a skilled, agile fighter. It is unknown if her enhanced agility is a lesser mutation or just a result of her constant training.

Clarice is an artist and has been known to do quick sketches of her Xmen teammates in her free time. She keeps sketchbooks filled with such drawings in her room. No one really knows if she does anything more than just the sketches.

Clarice has prior leadership experience, including leading mutants into combat and on dangerous missions. While she does not actively seek leadership, she is capable of taking over for a wounded teammate.

Clarice has a great deal of experience with different beings from her time with the Exiles. She has encountered many mutants and fought against a vast range of foes. She has gained a great deal of knowledge from her encounters, but all of it was gained during her travels through alternate timelines. It is unknown how much of her knowledge about such beings will hold up when dealing with them in the current time.

History: “Why are the other children scared of me, mommy?” What I was really asking on that day was why everyone else my age took one look at my unusual hair and skin, and then ran from me with tears in their eyes. My parents had been so careful, keeping me away from all the other children. But with daddy at work and mommy having to drive a sick friend to the hospital it was just me and my older brother left at home that bright summer day, me and my perfectly normal brother.

It was hot, and he wanted to go to the beach. He didn’t understand why our parents had taken such care to hide me away, and I was curious about others my age. Sneaking off to the beach became a huge mistake. Our town was small, our island was small, and word about the ‘strange purple elf girl’ traveled fast. Fearing the worst my parents packed whatever they could quickly take and moved the family to Miami.

I guess they’d hoped that we could fade back into obscurity in a larger city. Maybe they hoped Miami would be so full of strange people that I wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Heh, they should have moved to Los Angeles instead, perhaps I could have managed to blend right in with all the other eccentric weirdoes in that city.

Somehow someone managed to track us down, even in Miami. A few weeks after we’d settled into our new home some strange people came to pay us a visit. Official-looking men in dark suits, first offering my parents a better life for me, and then threatening my parents if they refused to give me to them. When my parents still refused, they came in the middle of the night. Breaking into our home and tearing us away from the safety of our warm beds. The last thing I remember seeing is my brother struggling against those who were trying to drag him out of his room. Moments later there was blackness and I could see nothing more.

I awoke, cold and alone, in an empty room. At first I thought I was looking through a barred door, like a jail cell door. Then I realized that I’d been placed in some sort of a cage, similar to an animal carrier only slightly larger. Frightened, I cried out for my parents, for my brother, the only reply I got was my own voice echoing off the walls.

I had been caged like an animal, was treated like an animal. My captors gave me no more regard than a dogcatcher would give a stray. I was fed cheap gruel and a lumpy tasteless meat mixture that was either real cheap hash, actual dog food, or some mixture of the two.

My cage was sometimes placed on a cart alongside others. I soon learned that I wasn’t the only strange child in the instillation. The cart was to transport us to different labs where we were experimented upon. During these times we were placed on an I.V. drip and kept fed that way. I don’t blame the scientists for not wanting us to be actually fed while in the lab, the smell alone of what we were typically fed was terrible enough.

Most of the experiments involved things being injected into us, or machines being attached to us, and blood samples being taken from us. I soon lost all sense of time, lost track of the passage of days; my awareness was nothing beyond pain and brief respite from pain. We were treated no better than chimps in the lab, only required to describe what sorts of pain we were in.

Years must have passed while I was there, because of how much I grew during that time. With each experiment I went through, my hope of escape or rescue diminished. Even if I did manage to escape, I had no idea where in the world I was, and was essentially an orphan. Who would show kindness to anyone who looked as strange as me, child or not?

I knew my family was dead; I’d been forced to watch them die early on when the experiments told those running the facility that they were all normal humans. A man everyone called ‘Essex’ had given the order to kill my family and for me to be forced to watch. I gathered that he must be someone of great power and importance because even the head researcher in the labs deferred to him.

I hated when Dr. Essex took a personal interest in me. While the other researchers were cold and aloof when dealing with me, he possessed a sort of callous, cold, calculating cruelty in everything he did. I knew he wanted to experiment on me until I died from some extreme new test, so I became more determined than ever to live. I wanted to anger him with my refusal to die.

When I’d finally released the last shard of hope I held in my heart to be rescued from being the personal lab rat of a sadistic monster, my rescue finally came. A small group infiltrated the facility and began destroying every piece of machinery, every scrap of equipment they came across. As we ‘lab rats’ were all kept in either cages or specially designed pens when not being worked upon, it was an easy thing for the scientists to press a few buttons and kill most of us before anyone could get to us.

Luckily for me, I wasn’t in my pen that night. I was strapped down to a lab table with wires running from me to a bank of monitoring machines built into a nearby wall. I was being tested on, some new crap that had been cooked up in one of their labs. I had no idea what they were hoping for; all I knew is that I was in pain.

Someone contacted the doctor on the intercom, told him to get out because they were under attack. Quickly he shut off the monitoring machines, took the disks from them, and grabbed any other trace of the current experiment that wasn’t me, and left without a word.

I guess he left me there to die, wither from the experiment or those attacking I’m not sure. All I could do was lie on the lab table, listening to the sounds of fighting as they got closer to the room I was in. Next thing I knew a feral-looking man poked his head through the door. Upon seeing me, he called to his friends that he’d found someone alive, then came in and started to release me from the medical bonds that tied me to the table.

He then did something strange, he sniffed me. He then gently picked me up; as if he knew the pain I was in without me even saying a word. I’m not sure if it was the kindness in his voice, or the gentleness of him carrying me, but I felt soothed with him. I guess he sensed me struggling to keep awake, fighting against the pain I was in, because he told me that I was with friends now. He said I would be taken care of, and that things would be made right. He told me to sleep, and promised I’d wake up in a much better place.

That was eight years ago…

Since then I’ve become like a daughter to the man who carried me out of the labs. My desire to set things right drove me to take many risks, one of the largest was agreeing to use my teleportation abilities with experimental technology to leap through time. I’ve come to the understanding that important events create ripples through time. The really important ones sometimes splinter time into many different paths. Each path containing a slightly different set of results from the event that spawned it.

Some mutants have the ability to leap through different time lines on their own, while others, like me, can use technology in tandem with our gifts to leap through different paths of time. It’s really difficult to explain all the physics and temporal mechanics behind it, so I won’t even try.

I’d have been happy to keep jumping through time, doing what I could to make life better in each different reality I came through. And I was happy, until I discovered the true intentions of those who controlled the technology I used. My companions and I figured out how to reach those who’d designed the technology, and we confronted them. We were upset at how we’d been used, where we’d been told our actions would aid we’d actually been used to cause greater harm.

During the fight, we’d unknowingly broken some device that had been part of the time-jumping technology. The resulting blast sent each of us across time, scattering us to different paths of time with no way to contact the others. No way of escaping the path of time we’d been sent to.

While I’ve gotten lucky with the time I ended up in, I worry about the others I once traveled with. Not every path of time is as peaceful as this one.


____Interview for the Role____


Your Name: Arika
Your Age: 27
Why did you choose this character? AoA Blink and the Exiles always fascinated me. Also I wanted to play a cannon who didn’t have a impact on the films, gives me a base to work with along with the freedom to make her my own.
How did you hear of us? link on another site
Will you post as least twice a week? As much as I can, have college but can post weekends and some nights.
Character(s) you have here Blink’s my first. Might eventually bring in a original I’m still working on, but that’d be at a much later date.
Member title you would like: Blink
Password: Vis_Ultionis


____The Work____


Sample Post: (Not my best work, as I’ve been away from this style of RP for a bit. Hopefully it’s passable for a sample though. If not I can always add more to it later.)

No way out… The pain… My skeleton feels like spun glass… Agony in each movement… Still, I must move… Pain telling me I’m still alive… As long as I live, I must continue to fight!

She tossed and turned violently in her bed. Her sheets were already twisted tightly around her, pillows knocked to the floor hours ago. Clarice remained firmly in the grip of her nightmare. A nightmare she’d had many times. A nightmare she could never escape from in time.

Hard to move… Tied down to the table… Cold and hard under me… Poisons dripping into me… Drop by drop through the tubes connected to me… That face… Cold, cruel, devoid of emotion… NO! Please… Not another syringe of toxins injected into my I.V. … WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?!?!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Clarice screamed and bolted up to a sitting position in her bed. Sweat glistened on her magenta skin as she gasped for breath and willed her heart to stop pounding. She tried to move an arm to brush the hair out of her face, and then realized her sheet was wound tightly around her.

“No wonder I feel like a mummy.” She muttered as she concentrated on the sheet. A moment later she’d blinked it into a sloppy pile at the end of her bed. Once free of her sheet, she brushed her hair out of her eyes before slipping out of bed. Pulling on a sky blue robe over the camisole and shorts that were her typical sleeping attire, she slipped her feet into some slippers and grabbed a sketchbook off her nightstand before leaving her room.

Silently she padded down the hall, heading towards the back stairs that led down to the kitchen. Nothing chased away nightmares better than ice cream, and there was a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ‘Americone Dream’ in the icebox with her name on it.

[Samantha Carter]

**Approved**