Post by Hope Summers on Mar 12, 2015 23:23:17 GMT -6
MY NAME IS { Hope, Summers }
but some people know me better as { Mesiah }
When people see me, they notice...
Hope is a little below average in height, standing at five foot three. Her skin is incredibly pale, almost sickly, as if she's spent a long time in hiding. Her eyes are an unnatural almost golden color, that seem to shine in the light. Her clothes are mostly school issued - on the day she arrived, she possessed nothing to her name, and she's been more than a little resistant to the idea of going out to shop - showing little to no interest in fashion, besides in a single set of hair supplies that mysteriously arrived for her. Her red hair has since been kept almost impeccably - which puts it at ends with the rest of her. She always wears a small locket, welded shut along the edges - it appears to be made out of scrap metal, not any precious materials.
When they talk to me, though, they might make note of...
Hope spent thirteen years of her life living in a bad future, where she was forced to fight tooth and nail every day simply to survive, where her adoptive mother was murdered in front of her, where her adoptive father taught her to use a gun before she was of age for first grade. She is, perhaps understandably, a little tense due to it, a very paranoid streak. She notably reacts badly to be surprised or people sneaking up on her, and can be a little distant when it comes to discussions. She has refused to speak to any students about her past, and tenses up noticeably at questions about it. However, she has a deep respect for helping people, human or mutant alike, a trait Cable had made certain she learned from him. She finds it impossible to leave someone alone who is in need, whether it is physical or mental.
She is more than a little uncomfortable with the comparisons she gets to her other self, and especially with the title her previous incarnation had been granted. However, she has begun visiting herself in the infirmary room the mansion had set up for their 'messiah' since she went to sleep, for reasons even she is not certain of. The burden of living up to everyone's expectations of her, combined with the 'loss' of her Father have combined to enhance her already dark personality, as she fears letting everyone down.
In school she is a near perfect student - attentive at all times, finishing her work as soon as it is given. In her mind, if she fails at a job given to her, even if it's to fill out banal paperwork on what she's learned, she's failed and will be going hungry. However, being a good student does not mean she likes teachers - she distrusts and maintains a safe distance from the authority figures of the school, as much as she can without causing damage.
She is more than a little uncomfortable with the comparisons she gets to her other self, and especially with the title her previous incarnation had been granted. However, she has begun visiting herself in the infirmary room the mansion had set up for their 'messiah' since she went to sleep, for reasons even she is not certain of. The burden of living up to everyone's expectations of her, combined with the 'loss' of her Father have combined to enhance her already dark personality, as she fears letting everyone down.
In school she is a near perfect student - attentive at all times, finishing her work as soon as it is given. In her mind, if she fails at a job given to her, even if it's to fill out banal paperwork on what she's learned, she's failed and will be going hungry. However, being a good student does not mean she likes teachers - she distrusts and maintains a safe distance from the authority figures of the school, as much as she can without causing damage.
Now, as for those people I'm related to, well, I've got...
Scott Summers (Cyclops) (adoptive paternal grandfather);
Madelyne Pryor-Summers (Red Queen) (adoptive paternal grandmother);
Jean Grey-Summers (adoptive paternal step-grandmother);
Louise Spalding (mother, deceased);
Nathan Summers (Cable) (adoptive father, 'deceased');
Madelyne Pryor-Summers (Red Queen) (adoptive paternal grandmother);
Jean Grey-Summers (adoptive paternal step-grandmother);
Louise Spalding (mother, deceased);
Nathan Summers (Cable) (adoptive father, 'deceased');
The things I'm good at? Glad you asked...
Hope is a survivalist, living in a dystopian bad future for 13 years of her life. She knows how to scavenge, how to live on little food, how to hunt, how to fight, and how to kill. Her father also taught her quite a lot of advanced science - mostly in the form of weapon maintenance and the like. Despite being only fifteen, Hope has had to kill multiple times, to save herself and Cable, and has watched her father kill many more times. She thus has some talent in distancing herself from violence, making those who would hurt her or her family into 'others'. She is skilled in both firearms and hand to hand combat, as part of her upbringing with Cable, a master of multiple martial arts, and a damn fine shot. She has gone toe to toe with professional soldiers twice her size and won, a necessity when raised in a future where almost every person with power wants to kill or capture you.
But I'm not completely perfect...
Hope is incredibly scarred by her early upbringing, she has trouble trusting people, refusing to open up. She also tends to be a bit extreme in how she wants to deal with problems - something the instructors are consistently worried about with her. She refuses to go outside during the days, even when assured it is safe, out of fear of the Sentinels finding her. She suffers from PTSD, but refuses to have it treated - she mostly keeps it hidden, containing her screams at night, her panic hidden by the time anyone sees her. At the same time, despite her training, her experiences, she is a bit of a bleeding heart, and is easily manipulated by those pretending to be weak - her father taught her to be strong so she could protect those who were weaker, after all.
I guess you want to know about what sets me apart from most of the population, huh? Well...
Pluripotent Echopraxia (Power Mimicry) - Hope was born with what would eventually be called by some of the more superstitious mutants as the 'messiah gene' - she is capable of utilizing any mutant power within the area of a few hundred feet around her, be they mental, physical, energy based, or otherwise. The 'messiah' Hope had near full control of this power, and could utilize this ability to near perfect mastery, near full knowledge gleaned psychically from the granter. This Hope does not have that control, she is simply incapable of such - she manifests any and all powers around her, unless they are otherwise sealed. Her locket acts as this seal, preventing her from taking powers from anyone further than touching her, by restricting her psychic field to be skin tight. It can easily be removed to allow her her full powers, but allows her to function in a school full of mutants.
Unlike some power mimics such as Rogue, she doesn't shut off the powers of people whom she is borrowing from - they retain full control of their own abilities, even while she shares them. In fact, a secondary mutation to her future self's powers had at one point caused her to strengthen the powers of those she was close enough to mimic, selectively. She is able to use this power on other people as well to 'stabilize' metagenes - a job her older self did, before fixing the x-gene with the power of the Phoenix.
Telepath - Hope's power mimicry is actually an aspect of her telepathic and telekinetic control over herself and others. She has omega or higher level potential, and her 'older self' was powerful enough to contain and use the Phoenix Force, rather than be possessed by it - though it came at the cost of a coma she still has not awoken from. This is almost entirely unconscious to Hope, and she holds little to no control over it - it's only current use beyond power mimicry is that she is capable of is an innate sense that allows her to feel nearby mutants - a lesser ability of that which Cerebro allows other telepaths to do.
Unlike some power mimics such as Rogue, she doesn't shut off the powers of people whom she is borrowing from - they retain full control of their own abilities, even while she shares them. In fact, a secondary mutation to her future self's powers had at one point caused her to strengthen the powers of those she was close enough to mimic, selectively. She is able to use this power on other people as well to 'stabilize' metagenes - a job her older self did, before fixing the x-gene with the power of the Phoenix.
Telepath - Hope's power mimicry is actually an aspect of her telepathic and telekinetic control over herself and others. She has omega or higher level potential, and her 'older self' was powerful enough to contain and use the Phoenix Force, rather than be possessed by it - though it came at the cost of a coma she still has not awoken from. This is almost entirely unconscious to Hope, and she holds little to no control over it - it's only current use beyond power mimicry is that she is capable of is an innate sense that allows her to feel nearby mutants - a lesser ability of that which Cerebro allows other telepaths to do.
Awesome, right? Well, not all the time...
Hope receives the weaknesses of whatever power she is using - when mimicking optic blasts from Cyclops, she receives migraines from overuse and the like. She is unable to pick and choose powers, unlike her older more mature self, meaning when her locket is not worn, she receives all the nearby powers - meaning she may turn into a rock like creature, become living flame, or otherwise receive weird or harmful mutations to herself.
If you see me out in the street, you'd notice I wear...
Hope wears the 'typical' uniform for the school, and doesn't own a single outfit that is not school provided, besides the torn up burned rags she showed up in, one day. Her scrap metal welded shut locket is the only thing she wears that is her 'own'. She at least owns a lot of school uniforms.
Maybe some of that comes from my past...
Hope was the first mutant born after M-Day, with power so strong she caused an explosion and collapse of Cerebro, nearly killing Professor Xavier. Due to a time traveling mutant hunting Sentinel who believed if she would die, mutants would go extinct, the moment she was born, the purifiers lit her house on fire, and began shooting inward. Nate Summers, Cable, saved her at this moment, though her mother and father died. After months of constant fighting, Cable took to the one place he knew they could hide - the future. What he didn't expect was that the idea of a world without Hope was truly bleak - the metagene was unstable, and the world would slowly collapse due to it.
The next thirteen years of her life were a literal hell, where the remnants of the world government, evil bug people, mutants from the past and future, and the Sentinels hunted her and her father at every turn. By the time she was three she had seen dozens of men die. By the time she was five she was forced to pull the trigger and kill someone herself. Every bit of her life was hell, scavenging and stealing what they needed to survive, while still helping the weak they could. It was not an easy upbringing. Eventually, at sixteen years old, she was fleeing from capture once again, - and this is where the inconsistency began. The Old Hope was sent back in time, to only a few years after she was born - she joined a group known as the Lights, the few mutants born after the deletion of the mutant gene.
Through series of adventures and explorations Hope became the Mutant Messiah, learning that her ability and touch was the only thing capable of stabilizing the now unstable x-gene inside of mutants. Traveling the world, her team saved countless mutants from their unstable chaotic traits. But it was never enough - there were always more. So when the Phoenix Force descended intent on taking her, she did not run - she did not take her father's offer to return to the future, to hide away. She embraced the Phoenix, and in the moment before being overwhelmed, used all of it and her own powers to fix all mutants, past and future - no longer would mutants be born unstable, no longer would their powers be deadly to themselves and grow out of control. Using the Phoenix Force as the White Phoenix, Hope single handedly reversed the death of the mutant race, and ensured it would survive into the future.
This had a great cost on her, however - her mind was shattered, the Phoenix weakened, and she fell into a coma. For years, and years, she rest beneath the Mansion, in a med-room more akin to a shrine - near worshiped as the messiah of all mutant kind, the sole reason for their survival. But this is not the story of our Hope. Our Hope fled Stryker's sentinels, she followed the same path as the old Hope - but Cable did not appear, instead a flame engulfed her, and she awoke in another place, another time. A time with greenery, where the sky was blue instead of red, where the world was not in ruins. She awoke nearly naked in the yard of the Mansion - in the future that old Hope had created, one where mutants survived, where the world survived.
She was, of course, met with quite a lot of skepticism - which she returned in full, upon hearing the story of 'her' past. It wasn't quite something she could get used to, or even believe. Even showing her the records, allowing her to watch 'her' exploits didn't help - she was too paranoid, too distrusting - clearly it had to be a simulation, or a psychic trap, or some other manner of illusion. But it did not break, it did not release her - after a few weeks, she entered the 'school'.
The next thirteen years of her life were a literal hell, where the remnants of the world government, evil bug people, mutants from the past and future, and the Sentinels hunted her and her father at every turn. By the time she was three she had seen dozens of men die. By the time she was five she was forced to pull the trigger and kill someone herself. Every bit of her life was hell, scavenging and stealing what they needed to survive, while still helping the weak they could. It was not an easy upbringing. Eventually, at sixteen years old, she was fleeing from capture once again, - and this is where the inconsistency began. The Old Hope was sent back in time, to only a few years after she was born - she joined a group known as the Lights, the few mutants born after the deletion of the mutant gene.
Through series of adventures and explorations Hope became the Mutant Messiah, learning that her ability and touch was the only thing capable of stabilizing the now unstable x-gene inside of mutants. Traveling the world, her team saved countless mutants from their unstable chaotic traits. But it was never enough - there were always more. So when the Phoenix Force descended intent on taking her, she did not run - she did not take her father's offer to return to the future, to hide away. She embraced the Phoenix, and in the moment before being overwhelmed, used all of it and her own powers to fix all mutants, past and future - no longer would mutants be born unstable, no longer would their powers be deadly to themselves and grow out of control. Using the Phoenix Force as the White Phoenix, Hope single handedly reversed the death of the mutant race, and ensured it would survive into the future.
This had a great cost on her, however - her mind was shattered, the Phoenix weakened, and she fell into a coma. For years, and years, she rest beneath the Mansion, in a med-room more akin to a shrine - near worshiped as the messiah of all mutant kind, the sole reason for their survival. But this is not the story of our Hope. Our Hope fled Stryker's sentinels, she followed the same path as the old Hope - but Cable did not appear, instead a flame engulfed her, and she awoke in another place, another time. A time with greenery, where the sky was blue instead of red, where the world was not in ruins. She awoke nearly naked in the yard of the Mansion - in the future that old Hope had created, one where mutants survived, where the world survived.
She was, of course, met with quite a lot of skepticism - which she returned in full, upon hearing the story of 'her' past. It wasn't quite something she could get used to, or even believe. Even showing her the records, allowing her to watch 'her' exploits didn't help - she was too paranoid, too distrusting - clearly it had to be a simulation, or a psychic trap, or some other manner of illusion. But it did not break, it did not release her - after a few weeks, she entered the 'school'.
You want to meet me? It's your lucky day - here's a sneak peek...
What day was it? Time was always hard to tell in the wasteland, but at least her father kept track best he could. What day was it? It'd been a Sunday - supposedly a day of reverence and respect for a Lord she'd never really been informed of, who certainly wasn't watching over her. What day was it? It was Bishop, and her father told her to run, and so she ran. But then it wasn't just Bishop. What day was it? She ran all day that Sunday, she hid as best she could, under the ruins of the city they'd called home. But it wasn't just Bishop - the ruins crumbled, they lifted, and the revealed the emotionless, cruel form of the Sentinels. And so she ran through the night.
Sunday was Bishop and the Sentinels. Monday had the Sentinels on her tail the whole day, Tuesday she finally thought she lost them, but wandered into bug territory. By Wednesday she'd made them leave her alone, but her gun was empty. Thursday she'd seen Bishop again, but he didn't see her - she ran through that day and night too, in the opposite direction of where he went. She didn't see her Father with him, but Bishop was extremely hurt. She didn't have time to worry, she pushed it aside. And then Friday she was cornered - that's it, it was Friday.
Hope stood with her back to the wall, as the twenty foot behemoths landed in front of her. Four of them, and she was out of ammo - she pulled the chain of her locket, ripping it away, but there was nothing. Fuck, was her only reaction to the lack of mutants around - if only her father was there she could at least tap into his. She didn't have time to complain though, as the Sentinels raised their hands towards her, a laser shooting from each of them. She threw her gun towards the laser, the explosion of her own rifle giving her the moment she needed to charge through the legs of her pursuers. She didn't have time to think, she had to run, she couldn't worry about her empty stomach, she couldn't think about how her feet were bleeding, she couldn't let her legs' lead like weight slow her down.
The ruins beneath her feet crumbled away as she ran, faded into nothingness as the bright lasers hit them. She rolled, she dashed to the side, she did everything she could to keep away. She didn't have anywhere to go, she'd long sense left where she'd memorized, days ago, and even if she were on her home turf, she doubted her own ability to call back and remember plans, contingencies. And so she ran, through ruined alley and into ruined buildings, each one exploding behind her as she didn't allow herself to slow down. Even a moment of hesitation would kill you, her father'd always taught her that. She knew better, and they weren't going to get her, not like that at least.
A chance! Hope scarcely could believe her luck, as she spotted the torn open, collapsed bit of street, and the sewer it had collapsed into. She dove into the dark hole, rolling as she hit the long disused fetid floor of the sewer. Not even a second went by before she was back on her feet and running again, this time the opposite direction of how she'd ran before. She could hear the Sentinels stomping overhead, trying to chase her, blowing up the other end of sewer as she snuck directly under them. She kept running, she surely wasn't going to make a dumb mistake now, wait for them to come back just so she could catch her breath.
Two hours later, she crawled out of the sewer, dropping into the waterline below, where the sewage once flowed out, now long rotten with grating removed. The only thing she could see around her was a ship - but it looked new, nearly pristine. Nothing like anything she'd ever seen before. She knew it was dangerous, and wasn't going to take the chance. Swimming to shore, she took in heavy breaths, feeling ready to die at any moment.
The snap of a branch, and a, "Look who we have here." she'd heard far too many times in the past woke her from her daze. Bishop was staring at her, only a few hundred feet away. She stared back, like a deer caught in the headlights, her eyes widening, dim terrified golden specs searching anywhere for something. His gun was already pointed at her, and she had nothing on her, but she wasn't going to go down without a fight. The first shot rang out, and she dove to the side, rolling out of the way. The second shot caught her in the ankle as she ran, and she nearly fell onto her face. "Your protector isn't here this time. I'm not letting you get away."
She didn't fall though, she faltered but she kept running. The third and fourth shot missed. The fifth hit her shoulder, but she didn't fall, she bit down hard and ran towards that pristine ship, the only bit of cover nearby. It was huge, but she didn't have time to look, she ran up the ramp and into it. She could hear the laugh behind her, and the calm methodical steps of someone who knew they'd won already. As Hope threw open a door that was open, she ran into the dark, lightless hall. She ran down it, towards another door, but as she tried to turn it, to open it, she realized there was no handle - no way to open it from that side. And Bishop stepped out into the dark hallway, his gun giving off a light glow still.
She flung herself to the ground, six shots flying over her head now, but she knew it was only a moment extra before she died. And then the hallway became light - and flames sprung up from her wounds, from her body itself. It burned, it burned so terribly bad, but as Bishop shot at her again, the flames seemed to consume the bullets. The last thing she saw was the metal of the ship melting around her, and then darkness.
Sunday was Bishop and the Sentinels. Monday had the Sentinels on her tail the whole day, Tuesday she finally thought she lost them, but wandered into bug territory. By Wednesday she'd made them leave her alone, but her gun was empty. Thursday she'd seen Bishop again, but he didn't see her - she ran through that day and night too, in the opposite direction of where he went. She didn't see her Father with him, but Bishop was extremely hurt. She didn't have time to worry, she pushed it aside. And then Friday she was cornered - that's it, it was Friday.
Hope stood with her back to the wall, as the twenty foot behemoths landed in front of her. Four of them, and she was out of ammo - she pulled the chain of her locket, ripping it away, but there was nothing. Fuck, was her only reaction to the lack of mutants around - if only her father was there she could at least tap into his. She didn't have time to complain though, as the Sentinels raised their hands towards her, a laser shooting from each of them. She threw her gun towards the laser, the explosion of her own rifle giving her the moment she needed to charge through the legs of her pursuers. She didn't have time to think, she had to run, she couldn't worry about her empty stomach, she couldn't think about how her feet were bleeding, she couldn't let her legs' lead like weight slow her down.
The ruins beneath her feet crumbled away as she ran, faded into nothingness as the bright lasers hit them. She rolled, she dashed to the side, she did everything she could to keep away. She didn't have anywhere to go, she'd long sense left where she'd memorized, days ago, and even if she were on her home turf, she doubted her own ability to call back and remember plans, contingencies. And so she ran, through ruined alley and into ruined buildings, each one exploding behind her as she didn't allow herself to slow down. Even a moment of hesitation would kill you, her father'd always taught her that. She knew better, and they weren't going to get her, not like that at least.
A chance! Hope scarcely could believe her luck, as she spotted the torn open, collapsed bit of street, and the sewer it had collapsed into. She dove into the dark hole, rolling as she hit the long disused fetid floor of the sewer. Not even a second went by before she was back on her feet and running again, this time the opposite direction of how she'd ran before. She could hear the Sentinels stomping overhead, trying to chase her, blowing up the other end of sewer as she snuck directly under them. She kept running, she surely wasn't going to make a dumb mistake now, wait for them to come back just so she could catch her breath.
Two hours later, she crawled out of the sewer, dropping into the waterline below, where the sewage once flowed out, now long rotten with grating removed. The only thing she could see around her was a ship - but it looked new, nearly pristine. Nothing like anything she'd ever seen before. She knew it was dangerous, and wasn't going to take the chance. Swimming to shore, she took in heavy breaths, feeling ready to die at any moment.
The snap of a branch, and a, "Look who we have here." she'd heard far too many times in the past woke her from her daze. Bishop was staring at her, only a few hundred feet away. She stared back, like a deer caught in the headlights, her eyes widening, dim terrified golden specs searching anywhere for something. His gun was already pointed at her, and she had nothing on her, but she wasn't going to go down without a fight. The first shot rang out, and she dove to the side, rolling out of the way. The second shot caught her in the ankle as she ran, and she nearly fell onto her face. "Your protector isn't here this time. I'm not letting you get away."
She didn't fall though, she faltered but she kept running. The third and fourth shot missed. The fifth hit her shoulder, but she didn't fall, she bit down hard and ran towards that pristine ship, the only bit of cover nearby. It was huge, but she didn't have time to look, she ran up the ramp and into it. She could hear the laugh behind her, and the calm methodical steps of someone who knew they'd won already. As Hope threw open a door that was open, she ran into the dark, lightless hall. She ran down it, towards another door, but as she tried to turn it, to open it, she realized there was no handle - no way to open it from that side. And Bishop stepped out into the dark hallway, his gun giving off a light glow still.
She flung herself to the ground, six shots flying over her head now, but she knew it was only a moment extra before she died. And then the hallway became light - and flames sprung up from her wounds, from her body itself. It burned, it burned so terribly bad, but as Bishop shot at her again, the flames seemed to consume the bullets. The last thing she saw was the metal of the ship melting around her, and then darkness.
And the person behind the curtain reveals themselves...
Kitty, PMs or Skype, Fuschia's dabest, rawr rawr.
And we got here by...
Thena and Anna are mai waifu.