SYLVAN-CREED, Sandra | Marvel: Dark Future

SYLVAN-CREED, Sandra Apr 22, 2010 5:07:39 GMT -6

Post by svcreed on Apr 22, 2010 5:07:39 GMT -6

Sandra VICTORIA Sylvan - Creed

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' B a s i c s

' A b i l i t i e s

• Power [/color] |

Healing factor, Like her father just as impressive and efficient
Super strength, she had proven that she is capable of lifting up to several tonnes by flipping her ex-boyfriend’s car down the road until he was unconscious, then after removing him from the car then dragged it into the lake.
Incredible speed, being lighter than her father she is able to out pace him and is also incredibly agile allowing her the balance and body awareness of a professional acrobat.
Keen senses, Sight/hearing/taste/scent and touch all are keener than a humans, she can distinguish, like her father, between people based on their scent, she can taste toxins in the air and her eyes can focus on things far in the distance not only sights but also sounds.

• weapons [/color] | A collection of knives including four butterfly and two karambit

• Overall Abilities[/color] |
Streetwise, after living on the streets for she has picked up the ability to find what she wants and knows who to talk to get it. Can easily meet the right people and knows where to look when she needs something to disappear.
Use of the knives, Pretty easy to hide and a girl’s best friend in the middle of a dark night. Upon meeting up with her pops she was ordered to pick up the art of Eskrima to use them efficiently.
Natural Beauty, Make up/flattering clothes/tight leather they all do but none of them are necessary to make her stand out in a crowd, she has a face and body that will always turn heads no matter what it is wrapped in.
Charming, coupled with her beauty she is generally able to sweet talk a man into giving or doing anything she wants.

' A p p e a r a n c e

• Height [/color] | 5”8
• weight [/color] | 114lbs
• Hair color & Style [/color] | Wild and blonde, dyed Black and tamed
• eye color [/color] | green with flecks of amber
• Overall Appearance[/color] |
Powerfully deep eyes and succulent lips which when pouted stir emotions even in feral dogs. Her face is of a beauty that looks like it has been crafted by the gods. She walks with the confidence that creates an attractive demeanour with a swing of her tight waist and her plump round butt.
She favours push up bras which compliment her cleavage coupled with a low cut top or slightly opened shirt to show off what god gave her. When going out she will favour tight trousers or a loose mini skirt coupled with a revealing top, not because she has to but because she want too.
When just chilling out she will don loose dark trousers and a baggy t-shirt, she it relaxed when around crowds and loves to get attention unless she is in chill out mode. She always keeps a jacket and spare pair of trousers close by if there is even the slightest chance that her dad will show up.
She is generally dressed for the occasion, during wet days she'll be seen in a large overcoat, similar to what Victor creed wears.

' P e r s o n a l i t y

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• Overall Personality[/color] | Overall pretty girl that likes girly things, pink, puppies, kittens and anything else cute. She is ditsy and clumsy and always forgets how revealing the clothes that she wears are. Not very bright and often doesn’t get a joke as quickly as the average person and maths to her is a time to pray.
The above is how she wants the people she is trying to manipulate to think she is. After having to fend for herself on the streets she realised that, if you are hot as hell and dumb as a log people end up trusting you easily.
In truth she is both quick witted and very perceptive, manipulative and scheming. She walks through life with a plan in her head and the know-how needed to get it. Her guise of a ditsy hottie is best used on the male population of the world but she can easily tell when the guise will and will not work.
When it comes to the act of killing she has problems killing those that she has any emotional attachment to, she isn’t very good at throwing stuff away, meaning that she can’t bring herself to kill her ex-boyfriends but has no problem trashing their cars. If she took a job killing another mutant that would not bother her providing that they aren’t a cute kid, because she loves everything cute.

When it comes to her father she adores him and knows that he feels the same way about her, though he would never admit it. Being one of the only person that actually loves the feral dog she is completly unphased by his temper and finds herself compelled to look out for him and does so by checking in on him and hunting him down when she wants to spend time with him.

' H i s t o r y

• Birthplace [/color] | Michigan
• Mother [/color] | Rosemary Sylvan
• Father [/color] | Victor Creed
• Siblings[/color] | none known
• Other Relations [/color] | none known
• Companion [/color] | none
• Overall history[/color] |
Victor Creed and Rosemary Sylvan happened upon each other on a dark night, she drunknly stumbled into the bar that he was drinking at and began absent mindly flirting with him. Within what could have merely been moments he had taken her, twice and was with child, they he did as he is known to do and left. She didn't know what or who he was and though she had awoken in hospital after the sex left her bloody and bruised she never called it rape.

Sandra was born eight months later, a premature birth that wasn't expected to survive, she did and everyone was thrilled. She was beautiful from birth, her green eyes held the key to her beauty but as she got older it became apparent that everything about her was divine.

At the age of eight her mother fell ill with cancer of the brain, the dying lady spoke to Sandra time and time again about the night that she spent with her father, recalling it with a smile, each retelling numbed the pain and added to the passionate romance.

With her mother being ill she was pushed into acting, taking up her mother's mantle, the Sylvan's were always actors, beautiful actors at that, and so for three years Sandra was a successful child actor, starring in sitcoms and adverts also playing a character on an audio book. She loved the attention and she loved the challenge of fitting into different roles as well as all the friends she made on the sets.

A little after her twelfth birthday her mother passed away, peacefully in her sleep. Sandra cried for days and was eventually pried away from by the family doctor, in her grief she lashed out at the kind man and knocked him down the stairs, he wasn't badly hurt but with the fears of mutants running rampant throughout the US he declared her one and she was cast out by the rest of her living family.

The following years on the streets were hard for her, as they would be on anyone. She had some money left over from her acting days but not enough to live on. She quickly picked up on who was the good kind of person to talk to and who wasn't, she bounced from shelter to shelter and even though she stank and was covered in filth, she still turned the heads of the people she passed.

Her strength and healing factor had started developing long before she was exiled from her family and with a sudden change in environment she found her self getting stronger with each day. She made a little money here and there by ripping off tourists, whilst taking advantage for her increased speed and agility.

With her powers in check she was leading a pretty comfortable life as a street urchin, she had a few friends, a boyfriend that loved her and a nice little house they had started squatting in. One day she came back from a hard day of stealing from supermarkets and swiping purses to find her boyfriend in a car with her best friend, which confused her to no end because they were both guys.

She was fuming but despite ripping the door off of the stolen Mercedes and pulling them out her rage didn't extend far enough to kill them. She had killed before, it was a kill or be killed world after all, in anger she instead turned her on the car and preceded to smash the metal work in with her bare hands.

After ditching her so called friends she spent a full year hitching down the road, with her money dried up and her body matured into woman hood at the age of sixteen she began to use it as a bartering chip.

Having lost her virginity at a much younger age to the both that turned out to being gay she figured 'if you got it, use it,' so she did.
At a truck stop somewhere in the middle of nowhere Sandra was in chill out mode and eating badly cooked pie with beans and chips, when in walked a man, a giant of a man. He slumped at the bar and ordered 'food,' didn't say what he wanted he just said food. She had expected to smell something similar to the inside of a garbage bin that had been left outside on a hot day. Instead when she caught his scent she was filled with a warmness she hadn't felt in a long long time, pushing her plate aside she went up to him.

The closer she got the stronger the scent, she couldn't help but smile, it was as if she had been looking or maybe following his scent without even realising, she stood behind him and called him Daddy. He turned to look at her and then he could see it to, it was from then the two would be forever bound.

Victor Creed's first act of parentage was to try and send her away in an angry flurry of bared fangs and brandished claws which did nothing but make Sandra smile and then pout sadly, he did however order her to master Eskrima. She lacked his sharpened nails and so would have to learn how to use her blades as effectively as possible.

To date she still chases her father around the world and nags him to put a good word in for her with shield. She loves her estranged father like no other and has the ability to stare his temper in the face and not be turned by it.

' O u t o f C h a r a c t e r

RP Sample

The nightsky was so peaceful out here, she could see why her father would stray away from civilised land. Stars glittered over head, pleasently lighting the deep blue sky, smiling to her self she stretched her arms out and groaned with the effort. The hard ground felt so much better than the super soft silk laden matresses she had been staying in for the past few days. It wasn't that she hadn't appreciated... what ever his name was... hospitality she just prefered something hard when she slept.

Canada lay out before her as a vast stretch to travel, her duffel bag with various clothing and supplies, mostly clothing sat to her right, whilst the belt that held her blades sat on her left. A fire slowly crackled along its soon to be extinguished life by her feet and somewhere in the distance a howl sounded. Lazily she began to remove her shoes and socks, then her trousers. Now half naked in only t-shirt and a long coat tht had been plundered from one of her father's abandoned sleeping holes, she curled up for the night.

An hour after she had settled down for the night perving eyes and quiet feet slowly made their way towards her. "come here boys," she whispred as they came into earshot, "I have something to show you," An unnoticed hand crept through the darkness and with practiced ease she silently withdrew and palmed a karambit, she was glad she had taken off her trousers, it was about to get very bloody.

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