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[ YOUR INFO ]

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Y!IM / AIM: heydede3 (yim) I’m on a sad amount of time so I can usually be reached!

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[ CHARACTER INFO ]

Birth Name: Lorna Dane

Nicknames: N/A

Codename: Polaris

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Mutant Abilities: Controls and manipulates metal and magnetic fields. While similar to Magneto’s powers she is better at creating and controlling magnetic fields rather than moving metal objects.

Affiliation: X-Men

[ APPEARANCE ]

Height: 5’7

Weight: 130lb

Hair Color: Green

Eye Color: Green

Defining Traits: The green appearance is typically the most striking but she can  always be found wearing metal bracelets.

Clothing Styles/Colors: Her bright hair conflicts with most colors and makes more wild styles of clothing seem ridiculous. She can usually be found in clean cut clothing with neutral colors, though she does have an addiction to sundresses.

[ PERSONALITY ]

General Likes: Coffee. It keeps her going and allows her to judge other people based on what they order, she has a system. Lorna has a love for geology and science, as well as a good argument. She’s not afraid to speak her mind and people who will challenge her. It’s safe to say she loves a challenge in general.

General Dislikes: People who stare or are condescending. There is nothing more annoying to her then weak minded people who can’t think for themselves.

Skills Mastered: Lorna knows basic combat skills as well as some gymnastics. As far as her powers she has general control, her strong suit lying in creating and manipulating magnetic fields allowing her to fly.

Astrological Sign: Gemini

Sexual Orientation: Straight

[ ETC ]

Brief Personal History: Lorna Dane was adopted by Jane and Henry Dane after he birth parents supposedly died in a plane crash. Her adoptive parents never told her this fact, raising her to believe she was their own. She was born with striking green hair, a fact that puzzled doctors as a genetic anomaly.

Growing up she was accustomed to routine genetic testing. Her appearance was the only indication that she was in any way different, a problem rectified by dying her hair. From the time she was a baby dying her hair brown was simply a part of her life.  It was only after she developed her powers as a late teen that she let her hair remain green. When her powers developed the Danes finally told her the truth about her origins. Confused and betrayed Lorna left their home, seeking solace amongst people like her. It was this quest that led her to Xavier’s where she finally able to explore and learn more about her powers.

Extra: In the comics it is established that Lorna Dane is the daughter of Magneto. As this wasn’t established in the movie I would like to see this realization played out, instead of having it as an established fact.

PB: Jessica Alba

Role Play Sample:

The metal of her bracelets clinked against her wrist, a constant hum against her skin. They were her balance, a reminder of what she could do and assurance that she was here. The last few months had been a confusing jumble of chaos and all she wanted was something that she could control, something to hold on to. Her bracelets were constant, the ability to shift and move the metal hers.

As she waited in line for her coffee she could feel the gazes of costumers at her back. They whispered loud enough that she can hear clearly as they talk about her green hair as if she was deaf and dumb. She pushed down the temptation to call the metal screws of their chairs loose, sending them crashing to the ground.  Honestly, if you are going to mock someone why chose a group of people with powers to fight back. At least she wasn’t a physic; she couldn’t handle the headache of person’s inner thoughts. Let alone the temptation to teach them some manners.

She ordered her black coffee, standing proudly as she ignored their whispers. Handing over the coins she made her way to leave, the warm liquid burning her palm through the cup. As she exited the door she heard the boy in the corner mutter ‘dirty mutie’. With a smile she watched as his chair collapsed beneath him, his nonfat macchiato sixteen sugar horse piss of a drink, splashing down his front. Karma was a bitch and sometimes it needed a little help getting around.