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ZIATI, layla Jun 4, 2010 9:57:07 GMT -6

Post by brawler on Jun 4, 2010 9:57:07 GMT -6

LAYLA CATHYRIN ZIATI

BRAWLER

' B a s i c s

' A b i l i t i e s

• Power [/color] | Brawler has the ability to change her density. She can go from super dense to intangible. While super dense, she is fortified against most attacks. Knives to small hand guns do little to no damage to her. For larger guns, it's like shooting rock. She does not bleed much, if at all when injured in her super dense form. She works well as a shield when in this form. She can take a lot of damage before it begins showing in this form. Her size does not change while super dense.

Brawler's density goes both ways. She can never become fully intangible, the thought scares her. Brawler's evasion goes up while intangible. If she ever went fully intangible, weapons cannot hurt her as they simply pass through her, leaving a small hole in their wake. She can get away much faster when her density is lighter. If she ever went intangible, she'd be able to levitate a bit above the ground, but no more than five inches.

Brawler, beyond her ability to control her density, is exceptionally strong. She mainly focuses her strength on hitting or throwing things as hard as she possibly can. She is considered a one woman demolition team, able to smash through almost anything. She can lift up to 700lbs, but she's thrown a car before in a fit of anger, so the amount she can lift is still in the air.
• Weapons [/color] | Brawler doesn't "do" weapons. Her fists are enough for her. If she's forced, she'll take a handgun.
• Weaknesses [/color] | When Brawler is dense, she is much slower to move. As well as being slow, it takes more energy to move so she's more likely to wear herself out. If she gets extensively damaged while in her dense form, she cannot switch to her "normal" density. Her flesh changes to a stone like substance when super dense. It chips much like stone, so shots, while not going very deep, do a lot of widespread damage. If she isn't in a medical treatment center, there's a good chance she will bleed to death or go into shock as she changes back. If Brawler falls from a high height while dense, she will shatter and die. Brawler is deathly afraid of becoming intangible. She is sure that if she does, she will be blown away by a strong wind never to be seen again. When weapons go through her, they leave a small hole in their wake. If she doesn't "collect" the particles back to herself and rematerializes, she will have a gigantic hole in her body and die from blood loss and shock. If a strong wind comes, there is a good chance Brawler will get blown away. Brawler can not slip through cracks nor can she walk through walls. When in her normal state, Brawler is subject to injury and disease like everyone else. Brawler can only lift about 700 lbs at the moment, but with training, she could lift more. She just has to want to do train. Or have the proper motivation.
• Skills[/color] | Brawler believes her only redeeming feature is the fact that she can fight. She has trained extensively to become a better fighter. She has no real grace when it comes to fighting. She was originally a bar brawler so that's what she'd prefer to stay. She picks up little tips and tricks from other fighting styles, but a good old bar fight is the best in her book.

Brawler, believe it or not, is a fantastic cook. She learned from her mother how to cook and it's one of her few passions beyond fighting. She prefers cooking meat, but she's branched out into baking. She's phenomenal on the grill, having created several special recipies for marinades over her years of living alone. Like her love for kittens, Brawler doesn't talk about her ability to cook. It's one of those things you have to get close to her to know.

Brawler loves motorcycles, motorbikes, whatever she can get ahold of. She learned very quickly how to ride them and refuses to use cars now.

Brawler can also sing, but she'd rather give up the fact that she loves kittens before she even considers letting people know that she can sing.

' A p p e a r a n c e

• Height [/color] | 5'2"
• Weight [/color] | 110
• Hair color & Style [/color] | Brawler has long brown hair. She'd prefer to cut it all off, but she isn't allowed to.
• Eye color [/color] | Brown
• Face claim [/color] | Emmanuelle Chriqui
• Overall Appearance[/color] | Brawler is a keep it simple kind of girl. She doesn't like wearing make up. When forced to wear make up, she goes for light, natural looking make up. The most daring thing she'll do is black eyeliner. She doesn't like doing her hair nicely. She'd rather cut it all off to a pixie cut and leave the fuss out of it. She isn't allowed to cut her hair however. She keeps it as short as it is allowed, a few inches below her shoulders. She will generally keep it down when she's not in uniform.

Brawler loves a good pair of beaten up jeans and a wife beater. It's what she feels most comfortable in. When wife beaters aren't available, she'll deal with a t-shirt. When going out, she likes to, well, slut it up a bit. It makes it easier to come home with a warm body for the evening. She's often seen in short skirts and revealing shirts. She generally is seen in steel toe combat boots no matter the situation. "Nice" clothes are lost on her. Whenever forced into such clothing, they never come out the same. Usually they're in tatters.

Brawler doesn't like a lot of fancy shit on her uniform. She prefers black tight leather pants, calf high boots, and a black tank top. She sports a black biker jacket and fingerless gloves. When she's out doing work for New Order, she drives an all black 2007 Ducati 1098. She sports an all black helmet with a tinted visor so she can see out, but no one can see in.

Brawler's different "forms" give her a different look whenever she changes. The more dense she becomes, the more solid she looks. It looks as if she gains muscle mass. Her skin is smooth, but it's like touching warm marble. When she is more intangible, it seems as if she lightens in color and becomes see through. White tendrils twist off of her.

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

• Favorite Color [/color] | Blood Red ; Red is the color of passion. It's also the color of anger.
• Likes [/color] |

• Dislikes [/color] |

• Fears [/color] | Brawler is afraid of being caged. She's slightly claustrophobic. She is afraid of being turned into a housewife. Brawler is also afraid of snow. If there is more than an inch on the ground, she will flat out refuse to go out.
• Goals/ dreams[/color] | Brawler lives for the moment. She never looks ahead. The only goal she could have would be furthering the New Order's agenda.
• Overall Personality[/color] | Brawler is consistantly a very angry person. She doesn't quite get many emotions beyond anger. Once her mutation manifested itself, she lost most of her emotions. She is fueled by the rage inside her. She really wouldn't have it any other way. It keeps her from getting too close to those around her. She'd prefer not to give a shit about the world. Her temper often gets the best of her. The biggest problem she has is when she get so angry, she simply blacks out. She isn't in control of her actions. She has woken up to a pile of bodies more often than she cares to mention.

Brawler doesn't find much, if anything, she genuinely likes. She keeps herself disconnected from the world around her. Like her rage, it's easier to deal with no rejection with limited outside contact than copious amounts of contact with much rejection. She is very socially awkward. She isn't good at speaking to others. She's even worse with groups of people. She tends to flip out rather easily when surrounded by what she considers too many people. Too many people depends on the day. Some days, she can be around 100 people and not even blink and some days one is one too many.

Brawler is a bit on the simple side. She's extremely intelligent, but she takes everything at face value. Because of this, many jokes fall flat around her. She'll just stare at the person and ask what the fuck they were talking about. She enjoys a good prank. She tends to go too far in her pranks, often hurting someone in the process. She has been severely limited to what pranks she can do. Most of them are lame ones such as fingers in warm water or shaving cream inbetween the bedsheets. She doesn't understand a large range of emotions. Not hers, not anyone else's. When she experiences an emotion she doesn't quite understand she gets... yes. She gets angry. When someone is inside her head, it's very easy to emotionally manipulate Brawler.

Brawler does have her moments of gentleness, but they're few and far between. Most of them center around kittens.

' H i s t o r y

• Birthplace [/color] | Fās, Morocco
• Mother [/color] | Emille Ziati
• Father [/color] | Ahmed Ziati
• Siblings[/color] | None
• Other Relations [/color] | None
• Companion [/color] | Single
• Overall history[/color] | Brawler was born in Morocco, but her family moved soon after her fifth birthday to Canada. Brawler never quite figured out why they would do that, but they did. Her father claimed he had a job offer, but Brawler never believed it. She tried to call bullshit on her father, but he quickly put her in her place. She never spoke of it again. In Morocco, Brawler had been a good kid. She never got in trouble, never did anything wrong, but as soon as she moved to Canada, she became a hellion. She did everything she could to make her parents as miserable as they had made her.

Brawler hated Canada. She missed the hot days of where she considered home. Canada was too cold for her. Even in the summer, she wore long sleeves and coats. She never seemed to get used to the weather. The snow was terrible for her. She could never get over how quiet everything became when there was snow around. One evening when she was 15, she went out into the snow. A blizzard hit and she got lost not even ten feet from her house. Her father found her and brought her inside. Her family nursed her back to health, but she swore ever to leave when there was snow on the ground ever again.

Brawler had always been a bit of a problem child. She ran away quite often, got into fights at school, began pit fighting. Her father had had enough of it. He let loose on her, calling her a disappointment, a failure, a waste of their genetic material. He continued screaming at her until something in Brawler simply snapped. He had opened a floodgate that Brawler had prayed up until that very moment, that he would never open. Her powers flared, turning her body into it's dense form. She punched her father as hard as she could, easily sending him into and through the wall. Her mother went after her father. Her father had to have several stitches and his jaw wired. Her parents kept their distance from her after that. If she came near her father, he would threaten to call the mounties on her. She became a second class citizen in her own home.

As soon as she got the chance, Brawler left her parents' home and moved down to America. She had always been attracted to New York. After a particularly nasty bar fight, Brawler came face to face with several New Order agents. They wanted to recruit her. With the promise of money and hitting things, Brawler joined. She doesn't think about what she's fighting for. She's just glad she's fighting.

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

RP Sample: (must be a sample of the character you are applying for, can, however, be from a different side)

A sick smile crossed Brawler's face. The man in front of her had decided he wanted to go on an anti-mutant rant. She'd let him speak his peace. He watched her as if he knew her secret. Well, it wasn't much of a secret. Brawler was rather proud of who she was. "Filthy wastes of space, mutants are! We should kill them all and go back to life as we were before!" Brawler stood slowly and sauntered over to him. She smirked before smacking him across the face, easily throwing him to the ground.

"First things first, Human." She watched the man as he began to cower a little. "We're not a waste of space. In fact, we're better than you in every capacity.." She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close to her face. "Secondly..."

The man spit in her face. "Don't touch me, you dirty, filthy mutant!"

A soft, dark chuckle came from between Brawler's half parted lips. Her smile turned into a cruel grin. She lifted him up and reared her fist back. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life."

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