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Post by Fate on Jun 19, 2007 23:50:24 GMT -4
You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance. - Franklin P. Jones
Tara Morrison would have done pretty much anything to work as close as she did to the castle. Though she sometimes felt overlooked she ate amazing meals...saw amazing things. And Callie was... energetic...but she could have been worse. Tara really did feel priveleged to be her nanny, in spite of how much work it was sometimes. She wasn't sure what to think of Kyle, the research assistant at Dr. McCoy's lab, but he was nice enough. He paid more attention to Tara than anyone else did. But though she would never admit it, Tara was happiest when her daily walks brought her "accidentally" to where she could speak with the priest. Something about his eyes and his voice.... He felt like someone she could trust.
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Post by tara on Jun 21, 2007 1:04:14 GMT -4
[ZOMG, the picture is amazing, and I love the position y'all gave me... <3<3<3]
Given Name: Tara Lynn Morrison
Codename: Luna
Age: 18
Birthday: August 14th
Detailed Description of Powers: Tara posesses the ability to gather energy from moonlight.
This energy can be used for various purposes. She can use it to sustain herself, so she can go long periods without eating or resting (this happens automatically, even if she doesn't intend to, meaning she rarely sleeps if she's been out in the moonlight or near a window letting in said light). She can use it to heal herself from minor wounds (but this is draining, so she usually doesn't), or for self-levetation (also draining, though less so than the previous).
What is technically the primary use of her abilities (though not the one she commonly uses) is to fire the energy at someone, which is expelled through her hands. The energy, when in direct contact, can do no worse than render someone unconcious, due to her lack of training. She has the potential to be deadly, but no desire to work on her powers, so it's unlikely that it will ever happen, and she doesn't much mind that, content with her current level.
If she goes for 48 hours without exposure to moonlight, she gets nausious, weak, and tired. But after a few hours of this, it goes away, and she could easily pass for a human, utterly powerless, until exposed again.
Other Abilities: Most of her skills, aside from mutation, lie in art, and her recently-developed childcare-taming abilities. That and the ability to make The Most Amazing Coffee Ever (TM).
Limitations / Weaknesses: Tara's main weakness is that, power-wise, sheneeds exposure to moonlight - either outside in it or at least near a window letting in the light, in order to 'keep her batteries charged' or whatever other cliche term you wish to use. That, and she's a bit forgetful. Okay, a lot forgetful. And sometimes a little easily-distracted, especally in the presence of shiny objects or interesting conversation, music, or art... and losing a child like Callie? Probably not a good thing, that...
Originally from: Mississippi, USA
Known Family: John and Emily Morrison (parents, human, deceased)
Physical Description: Tara's most noteable feature is her hair - bright red. Not orange-red, but more like a brighter shade of burgandy. It's long, straight, and usually falling in her eyes, even if she has it tied back, something that she finds vaguely annoying, but nothing big enough to do something about.
Her eyes are blue-green, ranging between the two and never really settling on one or the other. She tends to line them in black - lots of eyeliner and mascara (it only takes a second, and it's not like she needs to spend her time sleeping or anything, so the extra time it takes, even with her job, is so worth it), but otherwise she doesn't wear much in the way of make-up.
She's fairly thin - underweight, but she doesn't exactly look half-dead or skeletal, so she's okay with that (but, really, looking undead so wouldn't do). Her clothing of choice is in dark colors (specifically black, but occasionally red or green or other such things in darker shades, also), and despite chasing around a hyperactive 9-year-old girl all day, she still manages to accessorize... perhaps a bit much, really - bracelets and earrings and necklaces and shiny things, all manner of jewelry, impractical as it may be. She makes up for that with her shoes ...or lack thereof, because, really, running around in shoes (or, specifically, her sort, which are either boots or high-heels, but are typically shed somewhere along her way eventually) is so not going to cut it, and barefoot at least she doesn't hurt at the end of the day...
Personality: Sweet, fun-loving, fiesty, sassy. Polite in social situations, but less so in casual conversations. She has a morbid and sarcastic sense of humor (but not around Callie, best she can help it - she tries not to say anything that would upset the child or her parents). She's playful, slighlty naive and innocent, fairly airheaded, and seems like a sweetheart, until she gets angry. She can hold a grudge for a long time, when angered, and tends to be hotheaded, and not think rationally when she's upset, though she doesn't usually get violent. Even when she's in a generally bad mood (not angry, just moody), she tends to stay levelheaded and normal, until pushed. Fairly insomnia-esque, in part due to her powers, but equally out of habit.
Likes: Tara's first and as-yet-only love is coffee. Strong, dark, and with far too much sugar to be healthy. It tastes amazing, and the caffeine boost is a definite bonus... Chocolate's second place, a fairly close second, and 'shiny things' is in third place. Shiny bits of metal, glass, tinsel, whatever - if it has reflective properties, she likes it. Mostly. Unless it's a bad-shiny, in which case she doesn't, but that's beside the point.
She loves all things 'artsy' - music, art, movies... everything she does she can see art in, and she loves art. Her pasttimes (what free time she does have) revolve around this too - she draws, when she can find the time, and enjoys listening to music (especally things with heavier rock tones to them, or something random that strikes her fancy) at all hours of the day (well, when she can).
Dislikes: Decaff. Anything that is meant to be caffeinated, and is forcably stripped of it's caffeine is, in her view, the Spawn of Satan, and she will not touch it with the proverbial thousand-foot-pole. Spiders are probably tied for first place on the list, there - she hates them, really. Baaad. Dead space - the time when everyone's asleep, if it's not filled with something, is maddening, because sleep seems to elude her ninety-nine pecent of the time, and so if she's alone and with nothing to do, it sort of creeps her out. And there are various little things that bug her, but overall she's not really got that many dislikes.
Bio: Tara was born to a pair of humans - John and Emily Morrison. Knowing their daughter was a mutant, they kept her hidden so as not to be seperated from thier child - Emily couldn't have any more children, so they didn't want to have her taken and taught to hate and destroy humans.
But she was found out (mostly her fault, apparently, with the glowing and the never sleeping and things, it sort of was obvious, after awhile), and her parents resisted and were killed. She was young, and she didn't really understand - and so her new life was much better, she's told, much more 'enlightened'.
She loves her job - working as little Callie's nanny is probably the most fun she's ever had (though it can get tiring, even for her, sometimes), and she loves the area - the castle's been the subject of so many of her sketches and it's just fairly amazing to see it, not so far in the distance, especally at night, just barely lit... Art, but real-life art.
She'd taken to walking around (mostly, initially, to get a bit of a break and to enjoy the scenery) the grounds of the complex, shortly after getting her job, there, and quickly come to trust the priest in the chapel nearby. He just seems like someone she can tell anything to, someone she can trust.
Tara's not one of those commonly having the strange and disorienting dreams... mostly because she never sleeps.
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