Tabitha Lark

[Tabitha Lark]

:: T H I S i s M E ::

TABITHA NANCY LARK,


one nuclear bomb can ruin your whole day

`THEY SAY THAT A HERO CAN SAVE US !

NAME, Tabitha Nancy Lark
AGE, 20
DATE OF BIRTH, December 11
GENDER, female
SEXUALITY, straight
SPECIES, super
SPECIAL ABILITY, Nuclear. Tabby's body constantly emits radiation ranging from harmless to instantly lethal depending on her mood. She cannot blow up, but she can render a dozen city blocks unlivable for decades if you really piss her off.

`I'M NOT GONNA STAND HERE AND WAIT !

EYES, brown
HAIR, brown, medium-length and shaggy
WEIGHT, 116 lb
HEIGHT, 5'1"
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES/FLAWS, knife scar on her right shoulder
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS, nuclear warning symbol tattooed on her lower back

`A WORLD FULL OF KILLING !

LIKES, being alone, flowers, quiet
DISLIKES, too many people, strangers
FEARS, dying, accidentally killing a lot of people
WANTS, to be left alone, to learn how to turn her power off
STRENGTHS, independent, wilful
WEAKNESSES, explosive temper, spiteful
HABITS/QUIRKS, tends multiple gardens, loves to explore abandoned buildings. constantly carries a geiger counter on her person.
SECRETS, she's lonely all the time and afraid that she'll die alone
OVER ALL PERSONALITY, Being a walking disaster has made Tabby into a stand-offish person. Life has taught her she can't depend on anyone but herself and that everyone will betray her eventually. As such, she keeps everyone at arm's length and never fully trusts them with anything. Tabby's true self can be seen in how she treats her gardens, which are lovingly cared for and the first priority in her life. If people responded to radiation as well as plants did, Tabby would be the best friend a person could have.

`BLOOD SPILLING !

OVER ALL HISTORY,
Tabby was born in the city and the first seventeen years were unremarkable. She had loving parents, a brother who was two years older and liked to tease her, and plenty of friends. She did well in school, but not too well, and she had vague dreams of being somebody famous or important, maybe an actress or a singer. It was a nice, if boring, life.
But then the virus hit. Tabby lost her entire family in the space of two weeks and most of her friends, all taken by the virus. All except Tabby. She couldn't understand why it had spared her but taken everyone else she loved and cared about. In her grief and rage, her powers manifested and she irradiated the whole apartment building. Three people died from radiation sickness, and a dozen others ended up in the hospital. All of them developed cancer or leukemia, and have since died.
Terrified at what she'd done and afraid that she would be killed once people realized that she was responsible, Tabby ran away and started living in the abandoned West End of the city. She spends her days looking after gardens and scouting through the old buildings out of boredom. The need for supplies sends her to the City Center, where she trades her abilities to gangs looking to get the edge on their rivals.

`THAT WORLD NEVER CAME !

YOUR NAME/ALIAS, Kayle
YOUR AGE, 24
HOW YOU FOUND US, A Future Forgotten
FACE CLAIM, Ellen Page
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE,

From a Future Forgotten

Klove hated the Below.

It was everything he couldn't stand. The rank smell of humanity. The lack of open sky. All the tight, closed in walls of steel going on and on forever around him. The filth and the screams of people in the distance and the general mood kept him on edge, moreso than he usually was. It was a bit better if you were inside, but he was out in the street trying to draw in customers, and there was nothing around him to block out the lingering stink of sweat and dirty clothes.

He wasn't afraid of the Below. Even if he hadn't had a monster lurking just under his skin, he had a pistol tucked in the back of his pants. But he still didn't like it. But he didn't have a choice in the matter about liking it or not, he was still down here on Grace's orders, getting the necessary blood. He was offering a Green for anybody who would sit down and let him draw a pint of blood. Anywhere else on Terra would have gotten people asking questions about what the blood was for, and where was it going, and are those needles hygienic enough? But on the Below, people just happily sat down and gave as many pints as they could. They would have bled themselves dry, but Klove only took as much as he thought they could give, and sent them away with the cash.

The work was alright. Mostly it made him hungry. Grace had given him some extra coins so he could get some food when he'd filled the cooler he was sitting on. The last he'd checked, it was three-quarters full, and he could leave anytime he felt like it. But he wanted to fill it. Grace would be so pleased if he filled it all the way up.

He smiled, thinking about how happy she'd be. The sign beside his feet flickered a little. Klove picked it up and shook it, getting the screen to steady out. It read "1 PINT = 1 GREEN". He set it back down by his feet and looked out at the crowd, waiting for someone to come over and ask him what they had to do for the Green.