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NAME: lorna dane CODE NAME: polaris AGE: 27 PRONOUNS: she/her FACECLAIM: emma dumont ORGANIZATION/CIVILIAN OCCUPATION: starting trouble / avoiding magneto POSITIVES TRAITS:  fearless, unrelenting, formidable NEGATIVES TRAITS:  reckless, ruthless, temperamental POWERS: see magneto (but make it green)

Lorna's mother and stepfather died when she was very young and she was raised primarily by her aunt. She spent most of her childhood getting herself into trouble, partially in the hopes that her father would come and finally take her away from the hell hole she lived in. But he rarely stayed long and never took he with him.

After several rather violent incidents in high school, Lorna narrowly avoided juvie by being sent to a mental hospital. It was there that she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and was given medication. She decided that the meds messed with her powers so stopped taking them.  

Once she was released, she decided she needed to get away and bounced around between various mutant communities for several years. She’s very conflicted about how she feels being in Krakoa. On the one hand her dad is there, but on the other hand, she doesn’t expect him to stick around this time since he never has in the past.

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“Scary? Pfft, nah,” Sure, the other woman was pretty edgy looking with a general vibe that screamed ‘piss off’. And maybe if looks could kill Marnie would’ve been done for by now. Then there was the whole possible destruction of public property angle…and suddenly Marnie was having a hard time remembering why she’s said Lorna wasn’t that scary, “I mean, unless you did do it, then I dunno, maybe. Could be kinda cool depending on how.”

“depending on how?” lorna’s brows scrunched, trying to figure out if this kid was fucking with her. “you’re on an island full of mutants and you don’t know how i could’ve dented a mailbox?” she raised her hands and beckoned at the air, causing the mailbox in question to fly through the air toward them, stopping inches from marnie. “you caught me, my power is that i can control mailboxes.”

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the fact of her family tree escaping his thoughts at the moment, anton grinned when she confidently expressed defiance against all odds. from what he’s heard, she was a troublemaker, a hellion, but anton wasn’t one to heed hearsay without first checking things out himself, so check her out he did, and now he’s extremely glad he’s taken the risk, mostly because she’s cute and seems very, very interesting.

his grin grew wider when she expressed her own interest in his bugs, a reaction he has not received from many. “oh, well, it varies, i think? most of the time, hives of bees or hills of ants or even swarms of mosquitos are always quick to answer and pretty much do whatever I tell them to, but i haven’t checked with other bugs. that’s exactly why I went here… what about you? i mean, aside from the mailbox thing.”

“any idea if they have to be within a certain distance? like, ideally, could you tell the mosquitos on this island that i’m in fact not a buffet and to stay away from me?”

at the question about her powers, she dented an evil smiley face into the metal table   “i don’t know what you’re talking about. what mailbox thing?”

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Erik sighed. It was clear that he wasn’t going to get to Lorna yet and there was no point in pushing it. She was his daughter and he knew himself well enough to know that if she was anything like him, it would take time to get her to listen. Magneto needed sense beat into him most of the time and he didn’t expect anything less from Lorna. 

“If you do not see me as a father then you must see me as a council member, Polaris.” He straightened up, becoming every bit the intimidating man most people knew him to be. “You know better than you use your power to convey your rage. Set a better example for the younger mutants under your charge.” Nearly anyone on this island could potentially be one tantrum away from destroying everything they built. Emotions needed to be under control. 

“i see for what you are magneto. which is a pain in my ass.” lorna's posture mirrored his with just as much intimidation. to someone looking at them, there was no mistake that they were father and daughter. “a better example? so next time i’m in a bad mood, instead of denting a mailbox, i’ll rip up an entire bridge instead. or maybe a stadium. that’s fine right? as long as i don’t damage your precious island?”

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Mel chuckled. “You really think I’m here to babysit you?” she asked raising an eyebrow. “Trust me, I can’t afford me, and I’m not the most responsible person on this island for that task.” Mel was responsible on missions, she did her job very well, the rest of the time, she liked to goof around and flirt. Mel used her powers on the mailbox, her powers being as unpredictable as she was, in no time the mailbox was broken again, falling on the floor like it was an old piece of junk.  “Come on, let’s do something fun. Tell me the first fun thing that pops on your head.”

lorna watched in amusement as mel re-broke the mailbox. she fought back the urge to say the first couple of fun things to pop into her head because they were all incredibly violent. “fine, pizza. they use that metal platter thing to serve it so i can use it for oragami. or a frisbee.”

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“Please do since I haven’t seen any in a while.” She quipped back with a little smirk. Charlie always enjoyed someone she could verbally spar with after all (usually only her sister could keep up). “Actually, better yet. Let me know when that happens as I’d like to be witness.”

“witness or accomplice?” she raised an eyebrow. “i know what you two do. either of you manage to copy the great magneto yet?” even sarcastically saying great magneto left a bad taste in her mouth. “what do you have to do? touch someone?”

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“Like I said, I really don’t want to track anyone down.” Melanie watched the mailbox get fixed again. “Great, now that this is done, how about some pizza?” She said, ready to just relax, she really couldn’t care more about the mailbox

“it’s not like i can do anything on this island without it getting back to him anyway. you don’t need to babysit me, go enjoy your pizza or whatever. i’ll go do something productive like... pull an anchor out of the ocean and tie myself to it....”

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“I mean, that’s fair. I don’t even know how many can actually do that. I, for one, can’t, like, I can only tell bugs to do stuff, but yours is so cool, though. Masters of magnetism,” Anton grinned, shaking his head. He had simply asked how she was doing in an attempt to make small talk as a way to show his gratitude after she kindly shared her table with him when Lorna suddenly responded with a barrage of denials. 

As much as a part of him thought he should’ve just risked it and chose another table, even if he had to squish himself between two others, the other part was actually enjoying the interaction. At the very least, she was talking to him, and he was pretty interested in what was going on with her. Did she actually do it? Who knows! If she did, that would be awesome. If she didn’t, she’d still be awesome!

“Has anyone accused you of anything yet? You should probably make-up an alibi,” He muttered as he took a bite of a burger, a tiny bit of sauce finding its way on his cheek undetected. Finally. I don’t have to pretend I’m a vegetarian anymore. I’m sorry, mom, but I love meat. “I mean, I’m not saying you’re guilty or whatever, but an alibi would help either way. Do you have one?”

to be completely honest, when anton asked if he could sit with her, she’d thought he was kidding. there was a reason the other tables were packed while she sat alone. she’d started talking about the mailbox because in most cases, when some poor shnuck decided to sit with her, the first thing they always wanted to talk about was her father, and she was not having that today.

“no one would ever accuse me of anything,” she snorted, rolling her eyes. how was it that everything unintentionally wiggled its way back to being about magneto? she waved her hand in front of her as if pushing aside his questions. “so exactly how much control do you have over bugs?”

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“Hey, no judgement. Honest!” Not like Marnie had room to talk with how often she’d been accused of the same thing. And definitely not that she would with the way the other woman was looking at her. Kinda freaky looking, “And I mean, I won’t tell if you don’t?”

lorna raised an eyebrow. she knew she was intimidating, but this chick seemed like she was always this malleable and lorna almost felt bad for her. “are you always like this or am i just scarier than what you’re used to?”

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Erik stopped and sighed, understanding her anger. He did abandon her to her mother but he wasn’t exactly a father that anyone wanted around anyway. His love was always for his mission and it wasn’t like Erik could just live a normal homely life. Between being an international terrorist and the spokesperson for all of oppressed mutant-kind, he wasn’t safe to be around. 

“Then perhaps the lesson we should take from this is that I am not dead yet and this is our chance to get to know each other.” He turned around. “Like it or not, Lorna, you are my daughter. Your powers are mine and I am the one most capable of showing you how to reach your true potential.”

“or perhaps the lesson i should take is pretending you’re dead has worked pretty well for me so far and i should just stick to that.” she shuddered when he called her his daughter. “i don’t think you even know what daughter means. you’re just a sperm donor. that’s it.” she turned to walk away, but spun back around. “and my powers are mine not yours. you have your own. just because they’re the same as yours doesn’t make them any less mine. this bullshit might work on your pathetic disciples but it won’t work on me.”

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The last mutant Charlie had copied powers from had been someone with the power of levitation so there she was, swirling stones in the air above her hand as she listened. “What’s that saying? The lady doth protest too much.” she quipped back before shrugging. “So what if you did it? Fuck it. It’s not like you blew a house up or something.”

lorna let out an audible snort. “sure shakespeare, i’ll be sure to let you know if i come across any actual ladies.” she raised an eyebrow at charlie’s comment about the house. “oh don’t worry, that’s next.” 

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Erik wasn’t going to grace Lorna with a response regarding the mailbox–they both knew she did it and there was no denying it. “I’m sure you were excited to see me die in a few years but that party has to wait.”

He began walking, figuring Lorna would join him and leave the poor mailbox alone. “How are you, Lorna?”

“you’ve already been dead to me several times.” she watched him walk, making absolutely no effort to follow him. “sorry, my very deceased mother told me not to talk to strangers about myself. even the ones who unfortunately helped build me.”

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Marnie still hadn’t gotten used to people not knowing who she was, and to be honest, she kind of hoped she never did. Living in Small Town, Middle-of-Nowhere as long as she had, most people at least knew her as the weird kid still playing with imaginary friends. Which probably made her a little too excited about talking to someone so clearly in a bad mood, “Oh, uh, Marnie…sorry, were you talking to yourself?”

lorna stared in response to the question. she wasn’t quite sure if marnie was kidding with her question or not. she was both annoyed and slightly intrigued to see where that question was going. “you can’t prove that.”

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Melanie couldn’t help but chuckled with the idea of the mailbox looking at someone funny. “Honestly, I don’t really care who did it, but, can’t you fix it or something? I certainly don’t want to waste this beautiful day questioning every mutant on this island.”

“Isn’t that what his royal majesty is for?” she huffed, clearly talking about magneto. With the flick of her wrist the mailbox was back to normal. “Fixing things he didn’t break instead of worrying about the things he clearly did.”

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Erik was less than impressed with his daughter’s attempts to explain away her obvious act of vandalism, but he nevertheless cracked a smile. He couldn’t blame her for bending a mailbox when he had done that and much more. “Could you not at least have tried to fix it, Lorna?” he sighed, acting the part of her old father. He used his powers without moving and immediately straightened it out, making it look perfect again. 

Lorna glared at him as she gestured at the now completely fixed mailbox. “See? You just proved my point. Maybe you bent the mailbox. What happened, did someone ask why you don’t look nine billion years old when you clearly are... again?”

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“Mhmm, sure.” She glanced over at Mister Dogg to see his own look of disbelief staring back at her. It sounded like a load of bull to her, but Lorna technically wasn’t wrong. Even Marnie was capable of a little destruction if she focused on the wrong friend at the wrong time. And it wasn’t like she had so many people interested in talking to her she could afford to offend, even if she was just listening to a stranger vent, “Can’t argue with that logic!”

To be honest, Lorna wasn’t really paying attention to the company when she’d started her rant. So when the smaller girl agreed with her, she gave them a once over before responding. “Right.... who are you again?”

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“I don’t know what any of that has to do with me. So some objects were a little dented. They happened to be metal. That could’ve been anybody. I’m not the only mutant on this island with an ability that can do that kind of damage. Maybe someone was having a little tantrum. Maybe the mailbox looked at them funny or something. No one can say for sure that it was me based on such little evidence.”