Post by Beriadan on Feb 22, 2023 23:06:49 GMT
"What are the odds?"
General Information
Full Name:
Parsley Stitchwort
Codename or Alias:13
Anonymity
Unknown
Gender:
Female
Race:
Mutant
Age:
16
Place Of Birth:
Savannah, Georgia, US
Occupation/Status:
Student
X-Men trainee
Alignment:Chaotic Good
Factions:
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
X-Men
Canon Or Original?:
OriginalPowers/Abilities:
Probability Manipilation
Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong
Parsley's presence can bring good or bad luck to those around her, but always swinging towards aiding and protecting Parsley however it can. It is a passive field that started as a perverse Murphy's law, where anything that could go wrong would go wrong, but through training Parsley has been able to manipulate the outcomes of events near her, twisting probability for good or for worse.
Her latent field is always active, manipulating and tweaking probability in a way that protects her from harm, but the active power has to be "switched" on and off, so a danger she doesn't see that isn't affected by her latent field wouldn't be affected. Parsley's power also can't change the impossible. If a building dropped on her head with no escape, she would be toast. She can only alter probability that allows for some form of plausibility, not alter the guaranteed.
Examples of the passive probability field
-being able to open doors and always finding them unlocked
-guessing someone's full name correctly
-something coming loose and falling onto the head of a would-be assailant
-a gun, aimed at Parsley, misfiring
-choosing a direction and it being the correct route away from danger or towards safety
Examples of her manipulated probability field
-always flipping a coin to the side she calls, or rolling dice to the exact number she wants
-being seamlessly able to move out of harms way, or avoiding projectiles or airborne debris (if she stands in the way of something coming at her, it will still hit)
-opening a book to the exact page she needed
-guessing a passcode and it being correct first time
-throwing a punch and hitting the exact spot that would cause maximum pain
Parsley's latent probability field has drawbacks, which are as yet undiscovered. Using it multiple times in a close period of time reduces the chance that the probability will change in her favour, and make her manipulation less affective. This is something she hasn't come across yet, as she only uses it two or three times in a row currently. It is also affected by her emotions to some extent; anger will lead to more bad luck happening around her, while positive emotions will bring about an area of good things happening close by. She doesn't yet realise that her feelings correspond to her power just yet.
Nothing of note
Appearance
Image:
Physical Appearance:
Parsley is a tall and wirey girl, covered with an immense cloud of freckles that spread over her tawny skin. She has thick curly hair, dark brown which is neatly black, matching her eyes which look like deep inky pools, glinting with life and mischief. Her body is still growing into itself, an awkward skinny frame with long limbs, filled out in places before other parts were given a chance to catch up.
Clothing and Armor:
Parsley wears a variety of clothes, mostly androgynous in gender. She is fairly fashion conscious, dressing herself in complimentary colours and interesting garbs. Above all, she dresses for comfort, both physically and in herself. Parsley likes to look good.
Personality
Sexual Orientation:
Pansexual
General Personality:
Parsley is a laid-back, perceptive girl with a mischievous streak and an impulsive attitude. She doesn't do anything that she doesn't want to do if she can help it, giving herself a wide comfort zone that she protects with dry humour and sarcasm, avoiding hard questions and diverting conversations away from subjects she has no desire to wade into.
Parsley is generally a very placid and friendly person, able to talk to and listen to anyone. She doesn't hold any pre-existing judgement for anyone, and tries her best to learn about a person before making any wild guesses as to their character. Parsley views everyone as equal, and nobody in her eyes stands taller than anyone else.
She does hold respect for her teachers, though her playful activities during classes often seem to grate on them, and she struggles to concentrate. Part of the issue is her power, which makes guessing correct answers very easy, and breeds a form of knowledgable laziness on Parsley, one that makes her life easier and therefore something she prefers to do.
Parsley makes friends, though they are always at a distance, behind a wall that is impenetrable. There is a lot of pre-Parsley that she is trying to work through, and getting close to people doesn't seem to be on the cards. She still harbours a broken heart, and is extremely cautious when it comes to love and romance.
While she maintains a placid and pleasant personality, there is still always that latent rage beneath her skin. Parsley actively tries hard to keep this in-check, and hadn't had an outburst since pre-Parsley days, but she is always fearful that her anger might burst forth like a geyser, burning everyone nearby.
Parsley likes to think she is not a violent person. She tries her best not to harm others if she can help it, training in more restraint during combat lessons and looking to subdue over hurting. Parsley won't harm any living creature, embracing a very nature-oriented life which she follows strictly. She is very attuned to environmental and ecological issues of the modern day and follows a strict line of actions when it comes to her diet and her actions regarding plastics, fashion and what items she owns.
Parsley outwardly doesn't seem to show fear, but actually she has channeled her emotions into action. If she is in a situation that warrants a fearful response, she uses that as fuel to focus on what needs to be done to stop or remove herself from a situation.
Face/Voice:
Felicity Porter
Anything Else
Parsley is a staunch vegan, avoiding all things meat and dairy based and trying to live her young life as ecologically friendly as she can.
Character's History
Siblings:
None
Mother:
Allison De Morgan nee Heatheridge, deceasedFather:
Arthur William De Morgan, deceased
Other Family:
Francis William De Morgan, uncle, alive
History:
A boy named Charles William De Morgan entered the world as their mother was leaving it. A trade-off, not a welcome one by the father, but a necessary sacrifice for a son. Charles was a healthy baby, but the toll it took meant that he never knew Allison De Morgan, and the only family he ever knew was his father.
Arthur William De Morgan was the eldest son of a rich family built on the railroad industry, and still thriving as the head of the De Morgan company, a wide-spread business that had a lot of wealth and opportunity. He wanted a son to inherent everything, keeping it from the hands of his brother who he knew would ruin their father's legacy. What more was a man than his legacy, after all?
Charles had a sterile upbringing. His father never loved him, never showed affection. The many family nurses and help were all the family Charles really knew. Even in school, he never seemed to connect, the other sons of rich men who studied to tread neatly in their father's footsteps. Charles felt immense pressure from an early age, to perform well and be the good son that his father wanted.
Although he was unaware of being a mutant, Charles knew he was lucky. He could avoid bad things happening, had evaded a few bullies without much effort by ducking blows, and always seemed to guess the right answer in classes. His power had manifested, but it would be a long time until he truly understood what it meant. For now, he made use of his seemingly natural luck (and the bad luck others around him had when trying to cause him harm), and just tried to do his best as he grew older and more confused.
The De Morgan House had an expanse of grounds, gardens and woods for hunting. The head gardener was an English man, and he had brought a son. Peter, a boy Charles' age, with long blonde hair and a wicked, mischievous grin. Charles and Peter became solid friends, much to the chagrin of Charles' father, and they spent much of their young lives running through the grounds, exploring the woods and camping out together in long, dark nights.
Arthur De Morgan preached for masculinity. He wanted Charles to go hunting, to chase girls, to play sports and show he was a pure-blood man. Charles didn't want any of that. He wanted to go on adventures, to read and listen to music that Peter snuck into the grounds for him. He hated the smell of leather and the taste of red meat, the feel of trousers and shirts and jackets. Charles knew he wasn't comfortable as he was.
He and Peter became very close, but Charles was always wary of his father's scrutinous gaze. The head gardener was fine with them staying over together, heading out to the woods and doing as boys did, but Arthur De Morgan made more and more comments about hanging around the wrong sort, about how Charles should make friends with his own kind of people. He taunted him, grilled him endlessly when he came in early mornings or late nights. Charles felt anger building inside of him. His father had never cared before. Now he had found someone who understood him, and his father decided that was the time to take an interest? It made his blood boil.
He shared his first kiss with Peter on his thirteenth birthday, deep in the woods as they camped beneath the stars. The two of them shared a secret relationship for three months before his father found out, victims of a vigilant and loyal servant. Her father beat the other boy bloody, turning his wicked grin into a broken-toothed bloody pool. Charles could only watch as his father tossed the young boy, limp and battered, to the floor, before rounding on him.
Charles only heard of Peter's deportation from a kind nurse who tended to his bruises. He had received a beating too, though not as severe as Peter. The head gardener had left too, and now Charles felt more secluded than ever. Resentment boiled in his blood, and it seemed like everything was going wrong around him. Glasses smashed, electronics short circuited. His anger was showing itself in his probability field, though he couldn't control it.
Then there was his father. He didn't see him for weeks, locked in his room as he was. One day Arthur De Morgan entered. He had a gun in his hand, an unhinged expression on his face. For the first time, Charles felt pure fear. His father had disciplined him before, beaten him and even brandished that same gun, but never with that look. Not with that rage-fueled expression, those eyes, hard as flint. His father pointed the gun at Charles, who was frozen stiff.
"I'll be dead before I see my son kissing boys and frolicking in the woods like some pansy! You are a fucking disgrace to our name! I aught to put you down right now!"
Charles felt fear, but also anger. Anger at the injustice of it all. Who was this man to decide what he could and couldn't do? He loved Peter, and for that he deserved this?
"Go on then, you old fuck! Kill me! Because this is who I am! I loved Peter, and I'd trade all of this just to kiss-"
The gun clicked. His father's finger pressed the trigger, but nothing happened. There was a moment of puzzlement between the two, but Charles moved first. He rushed forward, hands sliding around his father's hunting knife that hung by his waist. By some luck, the clasp to the sheath came free easily. As if guided by some natural force, Charles guided the knife exactly where it needed to go. Beneath the ribs, about three inches left of centre. The tip entered his father's heart, just as he went to pull the trigger once again. A horrible stroke of luck.
Charles didn't stick around. He grabbed a few clothes, money and whatever food he could take from the pantry before servants noticed. He was gone before the police arrived, and the life of Charles De Morgan ended there.
For a long time, a young teenager tricked across country, scavenging from towns that they passed through. They bought clothes that made them look more ambiguous, grew out their hair. A name had come to them, from a book someone in their previous life had showed them. From British Herbs, Plants and Weeds, the name Parsley Stitchwort became their identity. They dressed themselves in clothes that they found comfortable, moved away from the life that had taken over before. Parsley could decide her own path now. She could be the person that she wanted to be.
It was around this time that she began to really understand her power. It wasn't just bad luck that had allowed her escape from pre-Parsley's life. She realised that it was within her power to manipulate luck, to make life easier for herself and to hinder others by making things happen at exactly the right or wrong time. This use of power didn't go unnoticed by all. Parsley was approached at age fourteen, a young man who had powers like she did. He told her there was a place for them to to, to grow and study among others like them.
Parsley has been studying at Xavier's School for two years now, and has found a place where she can be truly comfortable. While she trains to hopefully become an X-Men one day, there is always the niggling sense of doubt at the back of her mind. It all seemed too perfect, and she knew better than anyone. Whenever anything could go wrong... it would.
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