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Elizabeth chuckled softly; He wasn't wrong. Still, even if he had it easier, it didn't mean it was any less impressive. She didn't feel the need to say that, though. Although she didn't know him well, she knew enough to know he was a good guy. He was also a good teacher. The school needed more people like him around. He seemed equally committed as he seemed to love his job.
That was usually rare.
"No," she offered with a shake to her head. "Though, I wish you would have, so I could've gotten a glimpse of your training." She didn't only watch him to look at his butt, after all. In truth, his classes were inspiring and she wanted more awareness around it. It wasn't her place, of course.
Swirling slowly, she looked at the room. The new building after the move looked so different from when she'd attended Bellefonte back when it was still located in Kalispell. It was odd, really.
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'Tis was the season Elizabeth loved the most. Not Christmas, but indoor training. That usually meant she didn't have to wander far before she'd see some athletic and legal young male flaunt everything he had to offer. Now, the blonde had never considered herself to be shallow, but even she enjoyed a well sculpted male body. Who in their right mind didn't?
Leaning against the open door frame, the blonde circled the room with her eyes. It seemed like the self defense class was about to end, though, she'd never taken one, so she could only assume.
She'd just dropped off a kid that had just been recruited. She'd dropped the kid off with the integration counselor seeing as there wasn't much else for her to do there.
It was fine, but that meant she was bored.
As the class eventually finished and the room emptied of students with eager ears, Elizabeth stepped forward, making herself known by clearing her throat effortlessly. "Looking good there, coach," she said approvingly. "If my self defense teacher had looked like you when I attended the school, I might have been more inclined to take a class." She wasn't really flirting. Really, she was being honest.
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MISS I mean, I WOULD, but I shouldn't. But then again...
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SEVEN out of TEN You look like a crossbreed between Sheldon Cooper and a young Batman. I dig.
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Yeah, same. PB: Margot Robbie
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Elizabeth Jane Franklin FACE CLAIM: Margot Robbie.♦ THE BASICS ♦ AGE: Thirty-four. GENDER: Female. ORIENTATION: Unsure. POSITION: Recruiter (Government Official).
♦ THE ABILITY ♦ POWER: Power Suppression and Power Sensing.
Power Suppression: Elizabeth has the ability to suppress the abilities of other mutants within a certain range. This means that while Elizabeth focuses on someone's ability, they will not be able to access or use it. The more focus she's able to place, the better she will be at suppressing it.
More often than not, this is a battle of willpower, in those cases where the receiver is aware and does not want their ability suppressed.
Elizabeth places a sort of wall or blockade against the connection of nerves going from the brain to the rest of the body, thus temporarily stopping the connection the brain has to the nerves signaling the powers to be used - and only those nerves.
Power Sensing: Elizabeth also has the ability to sense the presence of powers within other mutants, which makes her able to familiarize herself with the sensation of powers and therefore, identify them.
LIMITATIONS:
Power Suppression:
- It is able to break free of the power, seeing as how it's in many cases a battle of willpower (and the strength of the user and their power), but rendering Elizabeth either unconscious or completely making her lose focus would do the trick as well.
- Elizabeth cannot storage nor remove someone's ability completely. She can only suppress and the moment she stops, the ability will return, though it varies from mutant to mutant (and their individual power) how quickly and how much comes back at once; some people feel it being a burst of power, whereas others will feel it slowly return.
- The more skilled and mentally strong the receiver is, the more focus the ability requires. Elizabeth still needs to focus in on the individual and it only works through a certain range; line of sight.
- The more people Elizabeth uses her ability on, the more focus it requires. While using her ability on one person, she's still able to do other things at the same time, whereas if she were to use her ability on a group, she'd have to split her focus, which would lessen her ability to focus on other things at the same time. Also, the more people she uses her ability on, the less effect it will have.
Power Sensing:
- Elizabeth needs to be familiar with an ability to properly name it. She can't sense a brand new ability she's never sensed before and automatically know what it is. It takes effort and studying; she is better at recognizing powers she has been in contact with before as opposed to new ones.
- Power sensing is an active power that cannot be turned off. She will always sense the presence of powers nearby, though, it is possible to be tuned out to some degree.
- Her sensing is limited to distance; she can only sense the power of people who are close by. She is limited to approximately to the length of a football field.
SIDE-EFFECTS:
- Physical and mental straining; the power takes a lot out of the user. Therefore, Elizabeth needs plenty of rest and sleep - as well as nutrients and calories.
- Headaches can be a cause of the constant focus the power requires. The more focus, the worse the headaches grow. They can even lead to migraines that turn to nosebleeds, nausea and eventually brain bleeds.
- Because of the physical and mental strain, Elizabeth often feels easily agitated, annoyed and even restless. Another cause of the strain is a high metabolism and often feeling hungry.
♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
"This is the beginning of anything you want." I was the youngest of three and the only girl. My mother was a high school teacher and my father was in the army. I had a pretty normal childhood, and though we couldn't consider ourselves among the rich and wealthy, we didn't want for much. At least, nothing that really mattered. I lived in Winona, Minnesota until I manifested my ability when I was twelve years old.
Neither of my parents had the gene, but according to my father, his grandfather had been a mutant. So, though it wasn't common, it was known, at least to him, that mutants existed. I was sent to Kalispell, Montana a week after manifesting to attend Bellefonte Academy.
This world was new to me. It was frightening, but also a little bit exciting. It made me feel like a proper super hero.
"From small beginnings come great things." So came the moment when I turned eighteen and graduated. Suddenly, I was supposed to be this responsible adult with all the answers. All the answers to what I wanted to make of my life.
I decided to follow in my mother's footsteps and become a teacher. Skip forward four years to the age of twenty-two and I had my teaching certificate.
Another two years of work experience and then one year of teacher preparation certificate program passed. I worked as a teacher for the next four years before I decided I wanted to do something different.
I started my recruitment training and eventually, became a official recruiter for the government. I worked as a recruiter until the age of thirty-three before someone realized that I had more potential and while I still kept my job, I was granted responsibilities: Train new recruits.
I was happy. I got to both teach and be a recruiter.
"The secret to getting ahead is getting started." Like many other young girls, I too, had a high school sweetheart. We met when I was seventeen - a year before graduation and I fell head first. I was so in love with him, and he taught me so many great things about life - about myself.
At twenty one we got married. It wasn't a big wedding, but it was ours. I was so excited to see where our new beginning would lead us. We eventually managed to scrounge up enough money to buy a small house. You know, one of those quaint houses with a white picket fence.
We weren't ready for children. I had my degree to finish and I wanted some experience before even considering children and he was busy making a living. It suited us perfectly.
Naturally, my mother wanted grandchildren and she'd given up asking my brothers for them, so the burden fell to me. I didn't mind. I understood where she was coming from, but I was in no hurry. I had all life to plan children, right?
"Begin at the beginning and go on 'til you come to the end." No marriage is perfect, but ours was a good one. As long as it lasted, anyway. I think we just grew apart, without any of us really noticing. We'd met while we were so young, so inexperienced and at some point, we went from being lovers to just friends.
We talked about it one night and we both agreed that we wanted each other to be happy and while it worked, we both deserved love. The kind of love we couldn't give each other anymore.
It was fine. It was for the best.
"Trust that an ending is followed by a beginning." It was a little sad and a little scary. I'd been with the same man since I was seventeen and I didn't have a first clue about dating, or "getting out there".
But part of me was also glad. It was... Liberating to be by myself. To care only for myself.
I followed Bellefonte Academy's move to Stagfort, Oregon, and I decided to look at it as a chance for a new beginning. A new start.
And that's exactly what I did.
I kept my head held high and embraced whatever life decided to throw my way.
"Then stop." You know... I don't know if I want children or not. I haven't really give the idea any thought. I mean... Maybe someday? Maybe that someday will come tomorrow, maybe it never will. And that's okay.
♦ THE PLAYER ♦ USERNAME: Mel. AGE GROUP: Twenty-five. EXPERIENCE: Oh gosh. WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I've been here since the beginning.
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