Post by brand on Feb 28, 2009 9:30:01 GMT -4
Given Name: Abigail Brand (although as she's said, this is not her real surname)
Codename: (Special Agent) Brand
Age: 28
Detailed Description of Powers:
Agent Brand, being of half-alien lineage, has the ability to discharge through her hands a kind of blue, hot energy which burns like fire, earning her the pseudonym "Brand". She can also speak and understand alien languages as naturally as we understand English. Both these traits are inherited from her father.
Originally from: The United States. She's far too impersonal to tell you exactly where.
Known Family: Mother, Joyce (human) and father, M'vashnik (unknown alien species). (...Yes, those names are made up) Brand is, as far as anyone knows, an only child.
Physical Description:
Agent Brand is tall and slender, well-muscled for a woman, as befits her position in S.W.O.R.D. Her hair is long and wavy, oft-ponytailed, and a striking shade of grassy green which is, surprisingly, entirely her natural tone (she gets it from her father's side). Her face is undoubtedly beautiful but also has a hard quality to it, and seems to suggest that, no matter how pretty she may be, any man who tries it on with her is going to become very intimately acquainted with the term "castration".
Green seems to be a resounding theme with this woman; Brand's eyes are the same shade as her hair, and her full lips are scarcely if ever without a coating of green lipstick. This colour preference also transfers over into clothing: her work suit is a skin-tight black affair edged with green wherever appropriate -- green belt, green gloves, green boots, green shoulder, elbow and knee pads -- and she also has a large, green-tinted pair of shades which she is rarely parted from (actually, they got kind of smashed up when she took a hit for Hank McCoy, but she managed to commandeer a replacement pair). Off the job, she's very fond of long black coats and pants, and can be persuaded once in a while to add a splash of some other colour (sometimes even one that isn't green).
Brand has a good posture -- she's mastered the military art of standing up straight to a T -- if a very attitudinal one. Everything about her stance screams "don't mess with me", and she tends to come off as all kinds of mean and defensive. She's also got a tattoo on each bicep: "Grace" on the right, "Anna" on the left, a gesture of unknown meaning or significance, and Brand ain't telling.
Personality:
In one word? Bitch. Brand has an impenetrable emotional armour which makes it very difficult to get to like her, and a complete disregard for rules, morality and other people's feelings which makes it even more difficult not to hate her. She's sarcastic and scathingly blunt, and loves a good pop culture reference as much as the next guy, especially if it's insulting. Antisociality is another one of her hallmarks; she does not play well with the other kids, which is the way she likes it, because she's most comfortable when she's in control. Anyone who tries to wrest her sense of control from her is her enemy, a mentality that makes her a cold and efficient head of S.W.O.R.D.
Her abrasive personality has put her at odds with basically everyone who knows her, including the collective ranks of the X-Men and head of S.H.I.E.L.D. Nick Fury, although it's rumoured that despite being irritable and argumentative around him, Brand is a Fury loyalist.
Despite her icy disposition, however, Brand cares a great deal about maintaining the wellbeing of planet Earth (which also fits her job description), prompting her to disobey the orders of her superiors, strike deals with alien menaces (namely Ord the Breakworlder) and generally act in an illegal and immoral fashion -- anything it takes to protect the world. In fact, she can even be seen shedding a private tear over the destruction the Skrulls caused upon their invasion of Earth.
In the face of her not-so-brilliant tactics to defend the planet, an effort only salvageable when she teamed up with the X-Men, Brand does have a quite brilliant military mind and a penchant for command, combined with excellent combat skills and a drive to achieve her goals no matter the cost.
She also seems to care about McCoy, at least to a degree, taking a laser blast that was meant for him and confessing to being "so hot for you right now I could frikkin' pass out".
Other: For fun, she visits orphanages to spread the word that there's no Santa. She's also a professional puppy killer. (Kidding! I hope...) As stated above, Brand's got a burning sexual attraction to McCoy. After all, they do say girls go for guys who remind them of their daddies...
Bio: (had to make a lot of this up, since Agent Brand's past is a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in black spandex (kinky!))
Abigail Brand was born to a human mother and an alien father (a furry blue monster, akin to Beast, but of indeterminate race) in the good old US of A, and from the moment of her birth, when her head of brilliantly green hair was revealed, her parents knew that their little girl had inherited more from Daddy's side of the family than she really should have. The magnitude of this soon became horribly apparent, when they bought her a cute, white kitten for her third birthday and she proceeded to leave a scalding, smoking handprint on its left flank. The fur never grew back, and Snowflake was never the same again.
Growing up, Abigail was considered an oddity by the other kids, teased and hair-pulled by boys and girls alike for the strange greenness of her locks. This relentless bullying made her an outcast even at a young age, and as she grew older and was additionally chastised for the funny languages she could speak, Brand started to lash out with anger at both her peers and her parents. Joyce and M'vashnik were concerned for their daughter and, due to her abilities, the safety of those around her, but they didn't know what to do to get the other kids to accept Abigail. Especially, for Daddy, since the removal of spinal columns is generally frowned upon on planet Earth.
At age ten, Abigail had finally had enough, and was sent home from school with a police escort after a young boy she'd slapped hard in the face developed painful second-degree burns, seemingly out of nowhere. They couldn't pin anything on the small girl, but her parents panicked and withdrew her from public schooling anyway, opting to home school her instead, until college.
Tertiary education, although she had a better grasp of her powers by then, was a struggle for Brand, still an outcast due to her antisocial nature and the fact that she was homeschooled. Nobody quite knew what to make of her, and she became aggravated with her coursework and her peers, eventually dropping out and disappearing into a tumultuous two years of drinking, parties and scattered cases of drug use, the gory details of which are still unknown to everyone but Brand herself. So, in other words, your typical young adult rebellious phase.
When she was done with this stint of temporary insanity, the option to re-enrol in college was open for her, and at her parents' urging she almost did reapply, deciding at the last second that it was no use and ducking out. College life did nothing but fuel her raging fire and squash the potential her powers gave her. So Abigail did a little soul-searching and decided to enlist in the army.
It was only supposed to be a six-year hitch, enough to elevate her to the rank of corporal or even sergeant, set her up with some steady income and give her a way to hone her abilities through the exciting avenue of combat. But somewhere along the way, Brand caught the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. boss-man Nick Fury, and was groomed into being his personal protege. Half of her hated this treatment, but the other half knew that this was a way to something big. Significance, authority, at last. By the age of 26, with the help of her expertise of extraterrestrial species, Abigail was heading up her own S.H.I.E.L.D. subsidiary, S.W.O.R.D. (Sentient World Observation and Response Department).
Two years later, in order to prevent interplanetary war, Brand entered negotiations with an alien ambassador named Ord, of the Breakworld. Apparently there was a prophecy circulating on Ord's home planet, that a member of the human race -- later revealed to be Colossus -- would destroy the Breakworld, and Ord was sent to stop this from happening however he could. Brand allowed him to create a "cure" for the power-bestowing mutations, which got her court-martialed for ill conduct, but she wriggled out of it by arguing that it was necessary for the preservation of the human race.
After the allowance of the cure's manufacture failed to placate the Breakworlders, who were now intent upon Earth's annihilation, Brand teamed up with the X-Men, teleporting them, a young student, the anthropomorphic personification of the Danger Room and Ord onboard a S.W.O.R.D. space vessel and travelling to the Breakworld in a last-ditch attempt to stop the attack. Ord managed to warn his overlord of the humans' arrival, but this was all according to plan; they were successful in saving the Earth, though at the cost of (apparently) Kitty Pryde's life. Brand was later seen propositioning McCoy with a job at S.W.O.R.D. and a sexual relationship.
And in the Interview:
Why did you choose our site?: Some friends directed me here, and once I got my head around the plot, I decided it was something I wanted to be a part of.
What about this character do you like?: She's very, uh, "direct". Also, snide characters are a bunch of fun to play.
Have you ever RPed before? Where?: (If you wish, you can include a link to other RPGs here)
On more sites than I can count. Most of them didn't last, but one called Avalon did, which I'm still entirely obsessed with now -- I play four characters and counting. Here's a link to probably my most infamous thread for your perusal (I'm Hades). :D
Please write a sample post for the character you want below: (*Ideas: Do something with someone (but don't control their character). Make it more than a one liner. Just post like you would in any other place.)
Anytime she was away from active duty, Agent Brand got antsy. She also got snippy, persnickety, ornery, ticked off...there were a lot of different shades of irritation in her personal spectrum, so much so that not even she quite knew them all. "Antsy" was pretty low on the scale, but hey, it had only been a day; and besides, Brand was currently going through the motions of self-imposed anger management.
Granted, "count to ten" was the only step she knew, but still. Progress. You had to make some sacrifices, in relationships.
Not relationships. Definitely not a relationship, because men were bastards and...well, everyone was a bastard. Relationships were like jellyfish: pretty in theory, but kind of really not in execution. So...you had to make some sacrifices in mutually beneficial arrangements.
Working on her anger was, however, the greatest extent to which Brand would go, emphasis on the "working on" part. She continued to violate any other boundaries with gleeful, even malicious, abandon. Which was why she was here.
Hank's room. Hank's room. Hank's room. She felt like a kid in a candy store, or more appropriate to the kind of child she had been, a kid in a death ray store. This owed partially to the fact that Hank, of course, was not there to chaperone her. Brand had always pegged the big, furry lug for the meticulous type, and standing here amongst his papers and possessions and implements of a vaguely scientific, vaguely intimidating nature, she had the most overwhelming urge to rearrange it all and wait nonchalantly for his head to explode. But that would be petty. Really petty. If someone didn't stop her right now, she was going to be really, really petty with this science journal here on the dresser...
Hearing footsteps, her hand snapped back down to her side and she turned, lightning-fast, to direct a menacing glare at the doorway. There was just a hint of hand-in-the-cookie-jar guilt in her otherwise quite terrifying expression, but thankfully her green shades hid it from the world at large.
Codename: (Special Agent) Brand
Age: 28
Detailed Description of Powers:
Agent Brand, being of half-alien lineage, has the ability to discharge through her hands a kind of blue, hot energy which burns like fire, earning her the pseudonym "Brand". She can also speak and understand alien languages as naturally as we understand English. Both these traits are inherited from her father.
Originally from: The United States. She's far too impersonal to tell you exactly where.
Known Family: Mother, Joyce (human) and father, M'vashnik (unknown alien species). (...Yes, those names are made up) Brand is, as far as anyone knows, an only child.
Physical Description:
Agent Brand is tall and slender, well-muscled for a woman, as befits her position in S.W.O.R.D. Her hair is long and wavy, oft-ponytailed, and a striking shade of grassy green which is, surprisingly, entirely her natural tone (she gets it from her father's side). Her face is undoubtedly beautiful but also has a hard quality to it, and seems to suggest that, no matter how pretty she may be, any man who tries it on with her is going to become very intimately acquainted with the term "castration".
Green seems to be a resounding theme with this woman; Brand's eyes are the same shade as her hair, and her full lips are scarcely if ever without a coating of green lipstick. This colour preference also transfers over into clothing: her work suit is a skin-tight black affair edged with green wherever appropriate -- green belt, green gloves, green boots, green shoulder, elbow and knee pads -- and she also has a large, green-tinted pair of shades which she is rarely parted from (actually, they got kind of smashed up when she took a hit for Hank McCoy, but she managed to commandeer a replacement pair). Off the job, she's very fond of long black coats and pants, and can be persuaded once in a while to add a splash of some other colour (sometimes even one that isn't green).
Brand has a good posture -- she's mastered the military art of standing up straight to a T -- if a very attitudinal one. Everything about her stance screams "don't mess with me", and she tends to come off as all kinds of mean and defensive. She's also got a tattoo on each bicep: "Grace" on the right, "Anna" on the left, a gesture of unknown meaning or significance, and Brand ain't telling.
Personality:
In one word? Bitch. Brand has an impenetrable emotional armour which makes it very difficult to get to like her, and a complete disregard for rules, morality and other people's feelings which makes it even more difficult not to hate her. She's sarcastic and scathingly blunt, and loves a good pop culture reference as much as the next guy, especially if it's insulting. Antisociality is another one of her hallmarks; she does not play well with the other kids, which is the way she likes it, because she's most comfortable when she's in control. Anyone who tries to wrest her sense of control from her is her enemy, a mentality that makes her a cold and efficient head of S.W.O.R.D.
Her abrasive personality has put her at odds with basically everyone who knows her, including the collective ranks of the X-Men and head of S.H.I.E.L.D. Nick Fury, although it's rumoured that despite being irritable and argumentative around him, Brand is a Fury loyalist.
Despite her icy disposition, however, Brand cares a great deal about maintaining the wellbeing of planet Earth (which also fits her job description), prompting her to disobey the orders of her superiors, strike deals with alien menaces (namely Ord the Breakworlder) and generally act in an illegal and immoral fashion -- anything it takes to protect the world. In fact, she can even be seen shedding a private tear over the destruction the Skrulls caused upon their invasion of Earth.
In the face of her not-so-brilliant tactics to defend the planet, an effort only salvageable when she teamed up with the X-Men, Brand does have a quite brilliant military mind and a penchant for command, combined with excellent combat skills and a drive to achieve her goals no matter the cost.
She also seems to care about McCoy, at least to a degree, taking a laser blast that was meant for him and confessing to being "so hot for you right now I could frikkin' pass out".
Other: For fun, she visits orphanages to spread the word that there's no Santa. She's also a professional puppy killer. (Kidding! I hope...) As stated above, Brand's got a burning sexual attraction to McCoy. After all, they do say girls go for guys who remind them of their daddies...
Bio: (had to make a lot of this up, since Agent Brand's past is a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in black spandex (kinky!))
Abigail Brand was born to a human mother and an alien father (a furry blue monster, akin to Beast, but of indeterminate race) in the good old US of A, and from the moment of her birth, when her head of brilliantly green hair was revealed, her parents knew that their little girl had inherited more from Daddy's side of the family than she really should have. The magnitude of this soon became horribly apparent, when they bought her a cute, white kitten for her third birthday and she proceeded to leave a scalding, smoking handprint on its left flank. The fur never grew back, and Snowflake was never the same again.
Growing up, Abigail was considered an oddity by the other kids, teased and hair-pulled by boys and girls alike for the strange greenness of her locks. This relentless bullying made her an outcast even at a young age, and as she grew older and was additionally chastised for the funny languages she could speak, Brand started to lash out with anger at both her peers and her parents. Joyce and M'vashnik were concerned for their daughter and, due to her abilities, the safety of those around her, but they didn't know what to do to get the other kids to accept Abigail. Especially, for Daddy, since the removal of spinal columns is generally frowned upon on planet Earth.
At age ten, Abigail had finally had enough, and was sent home from school with a police escort after a young boy she'd slapped hard in the face developed painful second-degree burns, seemingly out of nowhere. They couldn't pin anything on the small girl, but her parents panicked and withdrew her from public schooling anyway, opting to home school her instead, until college.
Tertiary education, although she had a better grasp of her powers by then, was a struggle for Brand, still an outcast due to her antisocial nature and the fact that she was homeschooled. Nobody quite knew what to make of her, and she became aggravated with her coursework and her peers, eventually dropping out and disappearing into a tumultuous two years of drinking, parties and scattered cases of drug use, the gory details of which are still unknown to everyone but Brand herself. So, in other words, your typical young adult rebellious phase.
When she was done with this stint of temporary insanity, the option to re-enrol in college was open for her, and at her parents' urging she almost did reapply, deciding at the last second that it was no use and ducking out. College life did nothing but fuel her raging fire and squash the potential her powers gave her. So Abigail did a little soul-searching and decided to enlist in the army.
It was only supposed to be a six-year hitch, enough to elevate her to the rank of corporal or even sergeant, set her up with some steady income and give her a way to hone her abilities through the exciting avenue of combat. But somewhere along the way, Brand caught the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. boss-man Nick Fury, and was groomed into being his personal protege. Half of her hated this treatment, but the other half knew that this was a way to something big. Significance, authority, at last. By the age of 26, with the help of her expertise of extraterrestrial species, Abigail was heading up her own S.H.I.E.L.D. subsidiary, S.W.O.R.D. (Sentient World Observation and Response Department).
Two years later, in order to prevent interplanetary war, Brand entered negotiations with an alien ambassador named Ord, of the Breakworld. Apparently there was a prophecy circulating on Ord's home planet, that a member of the human race -- later revealed to be Colossus -- would destroy the Breakworld, and Ord was sent to stop this from happening however he could. Brand allowed him to create a "cure" for the power-bestowing mutations, which got her court-martialed for ill conduct, but she wriggled out of it by arguing that it was necessary for the preservation of the human race.
After the allowance of the cure's manufacture failed to placate the Breakworlders, who were now intent upon Earth's annihilation, Brand teamed up with the X-Men, teleporting them, a young student, the anthropomorphic personification of the Danger Room and Ord onboard a S.W.O.R.D. space vessel and travelling to the Breakworld in a last-ditch attempt to stop the attack. Ord managed to warn his overlord of the humans' arrival, but this was all according to plan; they were successful in saving the Earth, though at the cost of (apparently) Kitty Pryde's life. Brand was later seen propositioning McCoy with a job at S.W.O.R.D. and a sexual relationship.
And in the Interview:
Why did you choose our site?: Some friends directed me here, and once I got my head around the plot, I decided it was something I wanted to be a part of.
What about this character do you like?: She's very, uh, "direct". Also, snide characters are a bunch of fun to play.
Have you ever RPed before? Where?: (If you wish, you can include a link to other RPGs here)
On more sites than I can count. Most of them didn't last, but one called Avalon did, which I'm still entirely obsessed with now -- I play four characters and counting. Here's a link to probably my most infamous thread for your perusal (I'm Hades). :D
Please write a sample post for the character you want below: (*Ideas: Do something with someone (but don't control their character). Make it more than a one liner. Just post like you would in any other place.)
Anytime she was away from active duty, Agent Brand got antsy. She also got snippy, persnickety, ornery, ticked off...there were a lot of different shades of irritation in her personal spectrum, so much so that not even she quite knew them all. "Antsy" was pretty low on the scale, but hey, it had only been a day; and besides, Brand was currently going through the motions of self-imposed anger management.
Granted, "count to ten" was the only step she knew, but still. Progress. You had to make some sacrifices, in relationships.
Not relationships. Definitely not a relationship, because men were bastards and...well, everyone was a bastard. Relationships were like jellyfish: pretty in theory, but kind of really not in execution. So...you had to make some sacrifices in mutually beneficial arrangements.
Working on her anger was, however, the greatest extent to which Brand would go, emphasis on the "working on" part. She continued to violate any other boundaries with gleeful, even malicious, abandon. Which was why she was here.
Hank's room. Hank's room. Hank's room. She felt like a kid in a candy store, or more appropriate to the kind of child she had been, a kid in a death ray store. This owed partially to the fact that Hank, of course, was not there to chaperone her. Brand had always pegged the big, furry lug for the meticulous type, and standing here amongst his papers and possessions and implements of a vaguely scientific, vaguely intimidating nature, she had the most overwhelming urge to rearrange it all and wait nonchalantly for his head to explode. But that would be petty. Really petty. If someone didn't stop her right now, she was going to be really, really petty with this science journal here on the dresser...
Hearing footsteps, her hand snapped back down to her side and she turned, lightning-fast, to direct a menacing glare at the doorway. There was just a hint of hand-in-the-cookie-jar guilt in her otherwise quite terrifying expression, but thankfully her green shades hid it from the world at large.