Post by scallop on Aug 16, 2024 3:10:21 GMT
General Information
Full Name: Laura Kinney
Codename or Alias: X-23, Wolverine
Anonymity: Public Identity
Gender: Female
Race: Mutant
Age: 21
Place Of Birth: Blacksite, Coast of United States
Occupation/Status: Student/Vigilante
Alignment: Hero
Factions: X-Men
Canon Or Original?: Canon
Powers/Abilities:
Accelerated Regenerative Abilities: Laura, much like her progenitor, has a healing factor that makes her nigh unkillable in a straight fight. Able to heal flesh wounds in a second, bullets and blades do very little to damage her body that they can't be healed with ease. Disintegration, acid and lazers are enough to annihilate her body, but in most cases, these wounds are the most extreme. Laura can even take shots to the head and can come back, as well as reattaching and regrowing limbs. This does not make her immortal by any means, decapitating her would succeed in killing her, as well as attacks that would kill her quicker than she could regenerate, like a bath of acid. This factor has also gifted her an immunity to most toxins, and a decelerated aging, however Laura herself does not know just how long she can live for, with Logan being only a frame of reference.
Superhuman Senses: Due to her latent mutation, Laura has a heightened sense of sight and smell, allowing her to smell danger itself, detect when there are hostiles nearby or even the sweat of someone when they're lying. This also includes a vastly improved sense of hearing, able to hear someone's heartbeat and the sound of chatter over headphones, making her perfect for tracking and defending from danger that could be hunting her.
Retractable Claws: Unlike her predecessor, Laura does not have the typical three claws in her hand, instead she has two adamantium claws that can be retracted from her knuckles, and one claw that can be retracted on each of her feet. Similar to the first Wolverine, these claws have been bonded with Adamantium, making them almost indestructible unless a powerful blade is utilized. These blades can be retracted within seconds, making them perfect for quick attacks and stealthy kills.
Superhuman Strength: In matching with the adamantium modificationbsufferedbby her skeleton, Laura does have a kind of strength you would not expect from someone of her stature. She can lift almost 5 times her body weight with ease, and can punch a hole in concrete with very little effort. She has undergone training to control this strength, but if needs must she can unleash the full power of her mutated strength.
Weapons/Items:
As a rule, Laura does not carry any additional weaponry, as she herself is enough to warrant the label of a Weapon. Instead, when she is in battle, she can be found adorned in the grey and black outfit modeled after the original Wolverine outfit.
Appearance
Image:
Physical Appearance: Laura stands at a solid five foot one, with a fairly gymnastic build, sporting a lean figure with noticeable muscle tone. She had dark straight hair which reaches down to her waist level but it is often tied up when she is on a mission. She has brown eyes, almost identical to that of the original recipe.
Clothing and Armor:
Day to day, Laura has somewhat of an eclectic clothing style. Ranging from what one would describe as early 2000s grunge, band tees, long sleeveless tops, skinny jeans, the whole works. To more modern looks, that one would describe as almost biker like. When on mission, she currently wears a full body suit, grey and black, with the iconic wolverine hood, to separate herself from Logan.
Personality
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
General Personality: Laura has worn many masks, and been forced to play many roles. To this day, it would be wrong to say she has fully discovered herself. That cold, aloof, unfeeling damaged child has faded away, to a much more vocal, much more outraged young woman, but this isn't just raw anger, this is frustration, rage at her own upbringing and the treatment she is forced to witness day in and out of those like her. Laura is proud of her mutation, and is loud and proud about such a fact. She does not see this as any fact of superiority, but rather a simple genetic fact, one that she recognizes she herself an anomaly from other mutants, being created for the sheer purpose of bearing the X gene passed on from her father.
Having made peace with her status as Logan's daughter, she has rejected the designation of clone, and has found that recognizing herself as the daughter of her mother and the man known as Wolverine as her simple facts, one that helps bring he peace, even when her animalistic instincts kick in. Whilst not the funniest of people, she retains a dry wit, able to hit back at retorts and jabs, but has a thick skin, acting stoic when she needs to, and often being quite aloof, still dealing with her unhealthy habit of concealing her emotions and true thoughts. Laura is still dealing with controlling her animalistic tendencies, still vulnerable to a trigger scent, one that would make her fly off the handle and resemble nothing more than a feral animal, born to rip and shred. This, unfortunate side of her, has caused her a great deal of grief, grief she is still processing, and when she is faced with what she committed in her past, she still feels a great deal of sorrow, but still, a hatred for herself lingers, as little as it has ever been, but a scrap remains.
Face/Voice: Dafne Keen
Anything Else
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Character's History
Siblings: Complicated
Mother: Sarah Kinney (Deceased)
Father: Logan/Wolverine (Genetic Donor)
Other Family: Other Attempts at Cloning
Sabertooth (Uncle)
Akihiro/Daken (Half-brother)
History:
A long time ago, the Mutant known to the public as Wolverine shed genetic material. Genetic material that passed hands from organization to organization, preserved perfectly as those who retained it worked on improvements of genetic engineering and the process known as cloning.
Unbeknownst to the powers that were, this scrap of DNA would one day form into the entity known as X-23.
Eventually, Alchemax, a subsidiary of Lexcorp, acquired the genetic sample from Logan, and were entrusted with what would be the basis of their cloning program. The goal was simple, homegrown superheroes, formed from terrestrial powers, a test run before an attempt to manipulate the DNA of those from the stars would be undergone by their parent company. This procedure, headed by Martin Sutter, faced many problems, leading them to seek outside help, shortcuts, and to do anything they could to preserve the last copy of the code they had. Dr Sarah Kinney was introduced to the program, a specialist in mutant genetics, and she took to the program with enthusiasm.
It became obvious very quickly to the woman, that the main flaw of the project was that the x gene would deteriorate with every attempt at a perfect clone. However, she designed a remedy, against the wishes of her superiors, proposing that they produce a female clone instead. Although her superiors detested the idea, the woman went ahead anyways, even offering up herself as the donor womb so that she could see her project through to completion. However, her own flaw presented itself during this arduous process. Connection. This genetic clone was growing, fast. Growing out of just Project X-23, growing into a child known as Laura.
She was brought to term, and was heralded as the prime example that a genetic clone of a super-human was possible. The fact that a complicated genetic specimen like Weapon X was possible meant that the company had produced the perfect weapon, and when it became obvious she had inherited the key traits of Weapon X, they got to work to hone the girl from a child into a killing machine. Laura was named X-23 by the company, but in secret, her mother, Sarah, had named her Laura. Her moments with Sarah were the only times where another human recognized her as a person, as a child. As Laura. That glimmer of sentience kept her going, kept her free. But still, Weapon X was to be a success.
Free will was stripped from her first. Alchemax bio-engineered a Trigger scent, a specific concoction, that when applied in the presence of X-23, would send her into a frenzy, causing her to lash out and kill everything in sight with such a powerful odor applied. The company then ordered Laura to undergo treatment to meld Adamantium with her claws, at first Laura was told that it would be a painless process. Due to resentment throughout the staff for Sarah, Laura was dealt a much more vicious blow. Forced to stay awake, her body was broken down, then rebuilt with the scolding hot metal poured into her bones, reforming her claws as total agony shivered through every inch of her imperfect clone body. This was the final stage before they would launch the X-23 into action. They had created an assassin, and she needed a test run.
Twenty Five.
Twenty Five corpses were found at the rally for a running governor, including that of the governor, his wife, his children. The only suspect, was a 11 year old child spotted leaving on the surveillance camera. But she didn't, feel, any of it. It was only when the scent wore off, did she see the blood dripping from her claws, feel the lives on her hands. She began to retreat, forcing her emotions away, lashing out against her mother, becoming a stain on the company. It was only when the company threatened her mother, did she swallow everything. Her personality, her feelings, her life, it all belonged to the company. Her mother tried to save her, but she was too far gone.
If anything, an improvement on Weapon X.
For years, they sold her to the highest bidder, a personal assassin, they had no more use for her scientifically, as other cloning programs flourished. She killed, she killed, she killed. Every day she was reminded she was nothing more than an imperfect clone, a shadow of what she should be. And she would have accepted that, she was close, inches away, everyday. From accepting that fact. But her mother persisted, she kept her alive. She kept what mattered most alive. The program was deteriorating, the company had internal power struggles coming to a head, and she was at the tip of it. A coup was launched, Sutter was murdered, and she was the knife in the drawing room.
Sarah discovered this, and gave Laura her mission, to kill her instructors, to free them both. And that she did. Her handler, Kimura, was her only obstacle, the rest were mere chunks of meat, blood splattered through the facility. Bloodbath would be the typical term. She escaped her handler, and advanced to the rendezvous point. Only when she arrived, did she discover, Kimura had placed the Trigger scent on Sarah.
She didn't even know she was doing it. Only when her claws sunk out of her mothers abdomen, did she realize. And so she wept. She screamed. She cried.
Her escape was successful, and so she fled, finding Sarah's family, but even that was doomed from the start, set upon by Alchemax mercenaries, and she was sure. She would never be safe. So she set out to kill the person that started all of this. To kill the man behind all these deaths.
The Wolverine.
When she arrived, her ambush was turned into nothing more than a show of force, a rapid tearing of flesh, screaming. She went there, with the clear intent to kill him. But when she sank her claws into him, all she saw, was. Remorse. A deep resonating sadness she had seen before. In the mirror. Those same eyes, staring back at her. Logan was, kind. Not the violent creature she had expected. But only within him, did she find the kind of broken that she only knew within herself. Logan knew she was on her way, and he didn't leave, he didn't ambush her. He wanted her to have her moment. And for that, she would be eternally grateful.
After her crimes were absolved, Laura joined Xavier's, under Logan's wing. As it turned out, she helped him find his purpose, growing into a teacher. Helping her realize, that even if she was still a clone, she had a soul, she had a life. And it was hers. She became an asset, whilst undergoing her studies, her attempts at reclaiming a childhood ripped from her, she knew she had to give back in another way too. So, when he hung up the mask, she took it up in his honor. To repent for the lives she had taken, she would become the Wolverine.
Role Play Sample:
Drums, beating wildly, all with their own rhythm, their own time signature, unaware of the others playing, trapped in their own world. Badump, badump, badump.
If she was younger, more immature, that horrific pounding would be enough to throw her off. Hell, on her off days, this would be enough to cause her to retreat inwards, but this was, if anything a test. A test to see how far she had come. What she had always needed, to help calm her emotions when they ran high, was a mission. A goal. A simple laid out plan of attack, one that she could follow down to the minutia, and would ensure that she was contributing. What was it Logan said? Some rambling about wise old men and their breathing techniques, garbled together with some old war anecdote, was it Civil, or was it more contemporary? Hard to tell with the old man's stories.
Here she rode, immersed in the stenches of everyday, clouding her mind, she was like a wolf, immersed in a den of fresh meat. But for her, the den was a carriage within the underground system. It wasn't often she came to the city, but the others had encouraged her, especially when dealing with her senses, that she needed to acclimatize herself. So that was what she was doing. A day trip. Well not quite, she had a tore to visit and pick up an order for some imported alcohol that she was told, would be shared. This was very likely, not true. But, it was nice to be useful.
That ding was almost heavenly, alerting her as it pierced through her drums like a hot knife through butter, she could escape this sea of smells, sounds and suspicious movements. If she believed in a deity, she would thank them. Scrambling off the public transport, she found herself in an unfamiliar station. But there was something, very familiar. That sound. Standing out above all else. A steady, certain drum beat. A smell that caught her mind, steeling herself. This wasn't panic, this wasn't an everyday drone. This was a calm, a calm before the storm. A self assured calm that was always laced with an intent.
But what was the intent. Where was the intent.
The shorter woman let that scent flow into her. Visualizing the presence. Metallic, powder. They were armed. And they weren't scared. She stopped. There.
Hesitation be damned, she spun on her heel, pressing her boot clad foot down hard against the subway station floor, flashing out her arm in a lightning speed motion, in that very same motion, exposing herself to the general public. A feat she would often avoid, but she could not simply let a predator continue their hunt. Her claws shot out, in that motion as she lashed out against the individual behind her. She could smell the fresh laundry of those fine clothes, this was no uniformed man, this was a man of unsavory deeds. And those blades found connection. Stabbing suddenly, but not finding flesh, instead pinning that hand to the hard wall behind him. His gun fell, her free hand grabbing it, before crushing it in her palm. Disgust. That was the feeling, right?
Her knee jerked up towards the roof, finding purchase in the mans nose, causing it to gush as he lost consciousness, as she let him flop the floor. Only now did she realize how hard she was breathing, how her nostrils flared. But she was in control. She had not killed him. As the footsteps of police arrived, she knew that staying in the open right now, would hinder her mission. As the crowds gathered, she placed the gun on the man, and bolted, nimbly stepping up and out, racing back towards the light of the streets above.
Public safety was important, but not being caught was also up there. But most importantly, she had a mission to see through.
