[Gwin Cooper]

Gwin Cooper

FACE CLAIM: Meghan Ory

♦ THE BASICS ♦

AGE: 19

GENDER: Female

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

POSITION: Student

♦ THE ABILITY ♦

POWER: Precognition

noun
Foreknowledge of an event, especially as a form of extrasensory perception.

Gwin has the ability to percieve mental images of a possible future. These images are often shown in abstract ways which can be hard in interpret. For example, she may see a skull to represent death. The visions are often inaccurate as the future is alway changing, so the visions can be unreliable. Visions are usual triggered by feeling of bliss or alcohol, but can happen in the form of dreams. A trance like state can also be used.


LIMITATIONS:
-Cannot turn off power
-Power only gives glimpes of a possible future.
-She will never see her own future, though she can see things which could be associated with her though other peoples futures.
-Visions are never clear, and may be similar to dreams, difficult to remember, or decipher.
-May be behave like a reverse memory, wherein the nearest futures or most important future events are the most vivid.
-She is limited to how far into the future she can 'see'. The farthest she has seen thus far is 2 months.
-Can happen at any time, but strong, vivid visions are triggered by feelings of bliss an alcohol.
-Visions can last anywhere between 3 seconds to 10 minutes
-Longer visions often require a trance like statees.
-Visions can be surpressed through the use of drugs


SIDE-EFFECTS:
-Paranoia
-Confusion
-Breathing difficulties during more intense visions
-Convulsions during very intense visions
-Dizziness and Fainting
-Severe headaches
-Blurred Vision
-Delusions
-Confused sense of time
-Reckless behaviour

♦ THE FREEFORM ♦

I dont want to be a mutant.

You might think having powers is cool.

Its not.

I manifested late, or so they told me... I dont see why it matters when it happened. It did and it was horrible.

I dont remember much, but I do remember the sound of screeching tires and the car lights. I remember a pain. Then nothing for a long time. Then dreams. These big, fuck off nightmares that were so weird. I dreamt about these grotesque birds snapping at a cracked skull. It replayed over and over again. The birds were so loud, screeching and cawing, they would look at me with their deep red eyes.

When I woke up, my leg was in a cast, and I was hooked up to a heart moniter. The doctors said a drunk driver had crashed into me. And that I had a concusion, and while I was unconscious, I kept convulsing and having fits; Fits are one of my powers side effects. They gave me painkillers which seemed to dull the visions for a while. Thats what drugs do... stop the visions.

Apparently, my Aunt had died while I was unconcious. Normally I wouldnt care - me and my family arent exactly close - but what fucked me over was the fact that she had died not long after my dream. You see, we called her Aunt Birdy. Now that couldnt have been a coincidence, could it?

A couple of days later, I had these two strange men visit me. They told me who they were, who I was, what I was. At first I didnt believe them. And then they told me I would have to move to a school. I thought my days of school were over. I didnt want to move, I liked where I lived, but I had no choice. 

This was a few months ago. I was 18 when it happened... Ive had a birthday since then.  Apparently my mutant genes were dormant... the crash activated them. Seems I have shit luck. If it wasnt for the accident, I would still be normal

I got whisked away to this school, and I had to deal with all the shit that followed. 

I found out that Alcohol triggers the visions if I drink enough, and drugs stop them. I know its bad, but its not nice. I hate the visions, sometimes they feel like they hurt, and they make me confused. I use weed mostly, but when the visions get bad... I guess Heroin works good enough. 

I dont have many friends. People use me for my powers. They think I can will myself to see the winning lottery numbers, or if I can tell them to die. But I cant. And I wont.

♦ THE PLAYER ♦

USERNAME: Ink

AGE GROUP: Late teens

EXPERIENCE: 3 ish years

WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Email!

[★ MEL]

ACCEPTED! ►
► You should know what to do by now, old fart! Go do all that boring stuff before doing all that fun stuff!
BY EDWARD OF GS