InsaneJournal

OOC Information.
Name: Jess.
Age: 22!
E-mail: beasts.of.battle@gmail.com
AIM: beasts of battle (aim), exodus.laughing@yahoo.com (y!im)
Time Zone: EST.
PB: Scarlett Johansson.
Journal: This is the one.
Canon or OC: OC.
Non-Counted Plot Character or Normal: Normal.

IC Information.
Name: Stacia Katherine Prosser.
Alias: Kate.
Field Name: Olympia.
Age and Birthdate: 23, August 23rd.
Nationality: American.

Genetic Information.
Mutation: Gravity control and psionic immunity. Kate can command the gravitational field of the Earth and use it to suit her purposes. For the most part, she has the abilities of a very high level telekinetic; her powers behave in the same manner. She can push or pull objects, use her powers to fly, erect forcefields, and project concussive force. Unique to her abilities, she can compress and/or implode matter and is immune to the effects of g-force. (Rollercosters, planes, etc have no disorienting effect on her body) Though her psionic resistance was initially innate, years of training under the X-Men have rendered her more or less immune to psychic tampering. It isn't a part of her mutation, but it probably goes without saying that she fights like a champ.
Registered Mutant: Registered.

Personal Information.
Appearance: Naturally blonde hair dyed auburn, green eyes, impossibly tall; Kate is sort of a walking supermodel, and is very aware of the fact. She has hips, nice boobs, a pouty smile, and isn't above using any of it to get what she wants. She keeps herself clean and is generally pretty well-dressed: her clothes aren't fancy, but they're nice, in the way that simple but expensive things can be. Her makeup is minimal, and she doesn't wear any kind of perfume. Not surprisingly, she carries herself with the air of someone who Knows Everything and is generally Better Than You At Most Everything, and if you find that bothersome, she generally isn't concerned.
Personality: Oh, come on. She's a bitch. Overconfident, smart-assed, flirty, cold-hearted, excessively aggressive and violent; a bitch.

History:

• Was adopted by a well-off couple that was unable to conceive. Raised in Malibu, CA, very much in the lap of luxury. Parents were loving, but distant. Only child.
  
• Schooled privately until middle school. Molested by an aunt, who served as her babysitter for a year. Grew from quiet, thoughtful, and overall polite child into something of a terror - violent and still smart as a whip, but less interested in schoolwork.
  
• Likely would've done well popularity-wise in high school, except her powers manifested during a rather nasty argument with her mother, and off she went to New York at the age of 13.
  
• Did well enough to graduate, but opted to stay at the school. Was on the preliminary junior team, and served as an assistant to a handful of teachers.
  
• Graduated to full team status, began teaching a video production class while residing at the school. The class was discontinued after two semesters, but she kept up with the X-Men until her departure in the spring of 2008, citing health problems of her father.
  

Status: Former X-Man/returning member eventually, computer science teacher for juniors/seniors.

Sample third-person post: When that little card came in the mail, delicate script penned by a familiar hand, the news was hard to take; first her father's illness, and now another funeral was being held back at the school, seemingly mere months after she'd left. There weren't many details: only a list of names, a date and a time, and Kate had been ready to tear it up and put it out of her mind before she let her grey eyes wander on the page. Most of them were people she hadn't known, or hadn't known well - acquaintances at best, familiar enough to earn her ire but not so well known that she could conjure up a face or really feel bad about their passing. But somewhere in the mess of students she didn't quite care about there he was, a name she had repeated in condescension, in mockery, and in plain old meanness many times before: Jason Kinsey. It didn't make sense. Not that she thought he was immortal or anything - his powers were useless, and he always was a bit on the thin side, not much of a fighter, a chicken, really, too easy to push around and intimidate - but it just didn't add up. He wasn't really the type of guy you'd pin for a suicide, and he was good at hiding; there was no way he could've been collateral damage from any big invasion or building collapse. And truthfully, he was so inoffensive that even she felt bad giving him grief at times, so plain old premeditated murder was out of the question, too. It puzzled her, and she could feel a not-so familiar tightening at the corners of her eyes and mouth that came with news like this, that prompted her to stop thinking and throw the mail away. It was rubbish, anyway. Maybe he missed her. Maybe this was his idea of a practical joke.

A year later, her father dead and buried and her inheritance collecting interest out of lack of want for things to spend it on, the blonde found herself face to face with reality: it wasn't a joke. He was really dead. The marker in the cemetery was plain enough, and even though the day was beautiful for mid-spring New York, breezy and bright and warm, Kate felt nothing but cold. Forcing a smile, that bitter gesture designed to fight off any unpleasant emotion, she crouched down and waited. And watched. And waited some more. This school was a crazy place - people didn't really die, bad things always became good. Maybe, if she thought about it hard enough, his body would pop out of the Earth like he'd been turned into some kind of mutant zombie. Except he'd be in one pink, fleshy piece, and perhaps even a little happy to see her. She would say, 'Hello, Nancy,' and he would roll his dirt-covered eyes at her, and they would laugh and she wouldn't miss him, or feel remotely sorry for not saying goodbye when she left or for not getting on a plane and going to that big, sorry, sad funeral. (Not that it mattered, dead was dead, and the deceased had all the time in the world to wait for someone to visit them.) No, she wouldn't feel sad at all, and she wouldn't wonder why this made her so upset, either. When Brian died she was aloof and unaffected, and he'd dropped the l-word on her. But this boy she'd known forever, who she had tortured forever, and maybe even harbored silly, secret affection for was enough to make her legitimately upset. A big part of her just wanted to cry, to kick at his marker in the graveyard and curse him for being dumb enough to die, but her cold body and her cold blood didn't seem to want to move. After waiting for what felt like a very long time, with no miracles on the agenda today, Kate pushed her messy, windswept hair from her eyes and turned toward the building, walking as quickly as she could away from the cemetery grounds.

Sample first-person post: Fuck my life, I'm bad at these. Check kaihaumi or echani for short ones? plz?

Plot/Character development plans
She's coming back to the school after being gone for over a year - with people dead, married, and just plain different, I think there's a lot to be explored.