Raven Darkholme "Mystique"

[Mystique]

Given Name: Raven Darkholme

Codename: Mystique

Age: Unknown

Detailed Description of Powers: Shapeshifting - limitation: humanoid

Originally from: Unknown

Known Family: Irene Adler (former lover), Victor Creed (former lover), Logan (former lover), and Kurt Wagner (son) - Graydon Creed is also her son biologically, but she refuses to claim him.

Physical Description: Her natural skin is azure and has a soft velvet texture to it. Her hair is at the moment long and blood red, as opposed to the crayola version of old. She is statuesque, but not overly tall, with a muscular build and distinctly feminine assets.

Personality: Mystique believes herself to be the epitome of uniqueness and a model for mutant and mankind and resents the fact that she must hide who she is to be accepted. Her mission used to be to destroy the pettiness of mankind and lead the mutants onto the path of self awareness and love. Over the years of taking on so many different roles, her sanity has begun to fray. She no longer remembers quite what her own original beliefs are or were and where she wants to end up. All she cares about is in the present moment and the fulfillment of whatever scheme she's latched onto. Rather than being a purely sexual, killing machine she is merely severely devoted to her present day causes, whether that be a PETA advocate or an enraged mother. Her mind, in contrast to her malleable body, is constantly fluid and seems to be the one part she can't seem to comprehend fully.

Other: Proficient in fire arms, hand to hand combat, knives, stealth, and seduction. Also knows a smattering of law and is very good at trivia games. You're around as long as she has been, you pick up a few things.

Bio: Mystique was involved with the mutant Destiny, and it is presumed that they went on adventures leading to Destiny's demise. It is uncertain as to how much of the story surrounding Destiny's death is true, as the figure seems to ghost in and out of her life, tugging on both the heartstrings and her mind.

Mystique has been involved with Logan, Victor Creed under an assumed alias, and several others, the least of which is Azazel. She is mother to both Graydon Creed and Kurt Wagner, though the one denies it and the other is unaware. She is fiercely devoted to the ones she loves due to her loss of Destiny and not wanting to repeat history, however has a bad tendency to forget that she loves them - partly due to her jaded attitudes towards relationships, but also because I think with all the face switching she genuinely forgets which emotions are truly her own.

In canon, she has a motherly relationship with the mutant Rogue, however I don't think I want to play out that relationship here. Although, I would definitely consider it if an opportunity was to present itself. She is probably one of the most varied characters I've read through, placing herself on all sides of the battle between mutant and man, and never really finding her place except in the role of succubus and sure shot. I would like the opportunity to give her more of a mastermind feel, using every tool she has to meet the ends she so fiercely fights for. However, if in playing her she takes me somewhere else, I'm sure that that's fine too.

And in the Interview:

Why did you choose our site?: It seemed really interesting when I read some of the posts. I thought I could really get into character here.
What about this character do you like?: She's just so lovingly bat-shit
Have you ever RPed before? Yes. Where?: All manner of table top and some LARPing with WhiteWolf. I was also in a lot theatre growing up

Please write a sample post for the character you want below: Swimming through the thick, sordid shadows of dreams, she wakes. Muscles scream in protest, and as she wipes the sleep from her face, she feels the tacky wetness of dried blood. How long had she been out?

She remembers holding the mewling babe to her breast, crooning sweet lullabies into his beautiful, blue fur. She remembers taking him to the church, to finally tell them her secret, to tell them she was ready to turn away from what she was and join them in their cause.

Fists curling and rage boiling in her chest, she remembers the priest dousing her in holy water, while the nuns took the child screaming from her arms. She remembers lunging after them in feral rage trying to protect her own, trying desperately to call out for mercy for her as a mother. She remembers her heart breaking and murder flying from her hands as she struck the priest again and again...

Then the others came. They chained her, prayed over her "possessed" body as she dropped her human disguise and lashed out again. When it seemed that too had failed, they dropped her in the coffin.

It was easy to break. Focusing all that fury into the palm of her hand, she punched through the rotting wood. Priests were poor, and so were the materials used to bind her. She tore the ropes from her body. She let herself revel in the crunch of bones as the nun ordered to attend her tried to scream out. Watching the life fade out of those sad, blind eyes, she whispered,

"I saw God through the darkness. He did not turn me away. He offered me solace. He offered me grace. And He offered me the chance to take vengeance on those who would lead His lambs to slaughter. You see...God is very human in His emotions. He too has lost a son." Then she dropped the lifeless body to the ground and made her way silently out into the night.

[Callie]

Hi there, thanks very much for your interest in the site. New applications aren't actually open right now because we're just starting back after a long lull, but if you'd like to hang around a few days, we're actually just about to start getting things ready and we'll be opening them up real soon, and the staff will take a look at your app then.
Thanks

[Gambit]

Hey there, thanks for applying!

Regarding the application, we found it a little off being told in first person (we prefer them to be written in third person), so if you would like to do a more traditional version we would appreciate it, but it's not necessary. The elements are there, and after all: the writing is the important part, so let's move on to the sample RP, shall we?

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Remy LeBeau sauntered into the bar, looking completely at ease and at home although behind his dark glasses his unusual eyes were alert and searching. His ‘friend’, and he used the term very lightly, told him she would be here. Normally the Cajun thief wasn’t much for taking jobs, he didn’t trust anyone enough to put himself out there like that, but it had sounded like a challenge, and Dieu knows how he loved a good challenge.

He was a thief by trade, one of the best in the world, but he didn’t really see it as a job. It was a way of life for him, it was how he was raised and it was all he knew. He took pleasure in it, stole more for sport than anything, but every once in a while he played for higher stakes. He knew all the right people, or wrong people depending on how you look at it, and while few of them really knew him, they knew how to contact him, and if a job was particularly difficult and required the best, there were few others who fit that description.

Speaking of descriptions, Remy finally spotted a particularly dazzling femme fatale that matched the one he was given. With a casual grace he approached her stool, letting his hand trail over her shoulders before leaning down to give her a peck on the cheek.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said with a smile. It was best their meeting look casual and common. Never could be too careful.

[Mystique]

She searched the room with hooded, slightly anxious eyes, keeping her smile confident, her posture inviting. As she caught the eyes of other males in the room other than the one she wanted, she curved her shoulders slightly inward, the human signal for "take me...but not you..." She brushed the dark hair out her eyes, a sharp spark of hatred glittering there as she watched the frail perfection of this soft bodied girl.

Then he was there beside her, and her smile took on a more feral tone. A more pleasureable companion could not have been asked for. The brush of his fingertips registered the texture and pressure of his imagined hold. The tender, chaste resolve in the press of his lips alluded to the desires that could be unleashed. She could submit if need be, but she could also destroy him if it proved more beneficial to her plans.

"Sorry I'm late." His voice was lilting, just beneath the tongue, unafraid to unleash the full exotic measures of his background. She could use this later.

She had watched him from a distance, asking those she knew to find a way to arrange for this assignment. She'd chosen this body specifically for her bank account and discretion. Although, she needed neither where she was.

I know what you are, pretty boy. I need that tonight.

"No need to apologize." She flashed pearly white teeth, her hand stroking the side of his face. "I'm just glad you're here."

OOC:: I realize this scene seems tense in certain ways, and I swear I'm not fan-ficing on you.

[Gambit]

((sorry for the wait, this week has been hectic))

Some femmes, they got all jumpy when he played this route, destroying the image of a meeting between friends or lovers in two seconds flat, but this one? She took it in stride, playing along perfectly and the Cajun man made a quick note of it. She didn’t even batt an eye. It bode well for what was to come, but it also made him wary. People who were too comfortable in such a situation... well, there were only a few good reasons for it.

“What say we get some drinks an’ den find someplace a little more private?” Remy suggested with a grin, nodding his head toward a table against the far wall. This place was crowded enough that noise levels wouldn’t be an issue yet sparsely populated enough to allow for some privacy. It should be a fine place to discuss their business without much notice nor suspicion.

[Mystique]

( happens to the best of us )

"Of course."

She rose with the fluid motions of a dancer, taking him gently by the arm and followed his lead. The men who had been watching her before jumped back into their waiting drinks, disappointment and resentment in their hunched shoulders. As they slid in close together, a young man deposited two glasses and a bottle of wine in front of them.

"I hope you don't mind me taking the liberty," she purred, her hand gesturing lightly to the drink. "I assumed that with the current delay, you wouldn't want to wait any longer."

I don't mind you being late, but we have little time to play here..

"I can get us something else if you haven't the palate."

Are you sure you can handle this?

[Gambit]

For a moment Remy thought the client had misunderstood him as she got up and started leading him toward the table before they had chance to order. As it was, apparently she had done so before he had arrived. So she was efficient as well, or perhaps just well practiced. It was obvious this was not her first shady deal, and he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous even if didn’t show outwardly in the slightest. It was very possible, even probable, that she was a pro and was simply looking for the best, but there was also the chance that she was a professional of another sort. He was prepared for that too, though. If this was a sting, she would be very hard pressed to take him in.

“Au contraire, ma chère. I got de palate fo’ anyt’in’ y’ lay in front o’ me,” the Cajun replied, taking his seat. With a cursory glance around behind his dark shades, he took into account those who were close enough to be in earshot if they cared to listen. There was a couple at the table directly behind his companion, as well as a table of four off to their side.

“Y’ look positively delectable t’night,” he continued, speaking a little louder than the words should warrant. “Makes me wanna tear y’r clothes off an’ have m’ way wit’ y’ right here.”

Grinning wolfishly at her, his eyes once again scanned the room, looking to any unwanted attention. Who said work couldn’t be fun?

[Mystique]

As he was talking, she watched his eyes flicker casually around them. She had already evaluated which of these people could possibly be a threat, and how to avoid loose ends if need be, but appreciated the gesture. It was always good to have an extra portion of paranoia on their sides. The best escape route was through the back kitchen, where if they actually took stock of their illegal immigrants, it would be noted that one was in fact missing his shift tonight. However, she also knew that if she gave this information away, that route would be out.

So she leaned in close, one hand moving up his leg, the other curling around the nape of his neck. Her dress slid dangerously up the “polite company” line, and her eyes were certainly not the two assets begging attention at the moment.

“What are you waiting for then?” She practically moaned, laughter repressed at the shocked expressions on their tablemates faces as she kissed him deeply.

Well, this was certainly not the way she had planned things to go, but it got the job done. As she nibbled his neck, curling her body against him like two long lost lovers, she whispered in his ear.

“There is an account set up on a laptop in the hotel room above us. There are seven codes that need to be entered. First four are already there. We need the other three that are in a building across the street. Eleven guards total: 2 front, 4 back, 5 rotating the four levels.”

She lifted her face from his neck and cried out, “Oh you’re just terrible! We’re in public!” The words slurred ever so slightly.

Falling back in feigned resistance, she went in once more, all eyes assuming she was balancing her carnal needs on both sides of his neck.
“They told me you were the best. Prove it. And also…” she groaned in exaggeration. “Grope me like you actually know what you’re doing before the others begin to guess.”

[Gambit]

((Alright, that’ll do. Just a few little notes before we move on. Basically, just make sure you pay attention to what you’re replying to. For instance, Gambit is wearing dark shades to hide his obvious mutation, so she would not have been able to see his eyes as you said in the first paragraph, and maybe I’m misinterpreting ‘tablemates’, but there’s not actually anyone sitting with them. They sat at an empty table with a table of two behind Mystique and a table of four off to their side. Just something to watch out for in the future.

That said... accepted! Welcome to X(r)evolved!))

[Mystique]

::bows with a flourish::

Thank you for your acceptance.

In hindsight, "tablemates" was perhaps not the most choice of words, but I was referring to the other tables, not anyone sitting directly with them. As for the shades, in close quarters, you can see the outline of the human eye move depending on the depth of color of his shades, and there is also a certain tension and motion of the cheek muscles/head (depending on how thorough a look you're taking) when looking at the tables around you (try it sometime, it creeps people out when you learn to control). This is not always noted by those far from you, but in close proximity, obvious if one is paying attention

I do appreciate the constructive criticism and will pay very close attention to the words I choose in the future.