INNER GLOW.

It's in your eyes, a color fade out, looks like a new transition. It's starting up and shaking your ground, turning your head to see a new day calling. Renee Montoya Photokinetic Mutant Rabble-Rouser

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Blaze:

Owen didn’t know hardly anyone’s name in the compound, and he wouldn’t be surprised if it stayed that way. He assumed the woman asking him to help with medical supplies was in charge, but she was quick to correct him otherwise. He wasn’t pitying himself or anything of the sort, Owen just didn’t really know where the hell they needed help most. Still, he followed her as she introduced herself, toward the vehicle bay. Honestly, he was happy to make himself useful.

“My bad. I just assumed. You seemed to know what you were doing,” he apologized – the best he had a tendency to do anyway. “Sunny might be easier for me to remember, but whatever you liked to be called best is fine,” Owen shrugged, and began loading some of the boxes once they’d made it to the loading dock. “The name’s Owen,” he informed her, just in case she needed something to call him by. “I just escaped Sentinel Services, so if I don’t really know what the fuck I’m doing, that’s why.”

Sentinel Services. Even a passing mention of the government agency was enough to bring a grimace to her lips. She’d had her own scrapes with them over the last few years. Narrowly avoiding her own all expenses paid trip to their private penitentiary by the skin of her teeth in each separate occasion. She tugged on the strap of her duffel bag uncomfortably, adjusting its position on her shoulder as they ducked into the garage.    “You’re still new so you probably haven’t caught on yet, but no one around here really knows what the fuck they’re doing. At this point I think it’s fairly safe just to say we’re all making it up as we go along and hoping for the best.” She replied, offering a passing flash of a sympathetic smile before she turned her attention on the modest array of cars the Underground had managed to stockpile. Most of them junkers; out of date vehicles that had either been restored by those more mechanically inclined or simply stolen re-purposed. With a little luck, maybe there was one that actually had working air conditioning this time around. Not that she’d hold her breath. “Supply runs are pretty straight forward, though. Shouldn’t be too taxing for you to work out. There and back again, a mutant’s tale.“

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Matrix:

“Well, I guess I haven’t found either of those, at least not yet.” As she heard the water begin to boil, she lifted the lid. Picking up the box, she ripped it open and poured the pasta into the pot, making sure to take the package of cheese out before doing so. She was quiet for another moment as she stirred the noodles. A soft laugh escaped from her lips though as she thought about what the girl had said. “True, but that just gives me more of a reason to try and be less afraid of horror movies, in case anyone like that does happen to show up here.” She was quite glad she hadn’t seen an ability like that yet, she’d probably never watch a horror movie ever again. Sitting the spoon down beside the stove, she took a seat at the bar to allow the pasta sometime to cook. “Well, I’m sure they will have a verdict tonight, so we will just have to wait and see.” Placing both her arms against the bar, she leaned forward. ”And who knows, I might just make the worst boxed macaroni ever.”

Sunny offered a lazy half smile in response, tilting her head inquisitively to the side. “Have you been looking, though? That’s the real question.“ Not that she was in any position to judge anyone’s love life or lack thereof. Same went for most of the compound’s residents. While there were hook ups aplenty from all accounts, ultimately the Underground lifestyle wasn’t really conducive to stable, lasting relationships.  “Well, that and more than a few powers around here that are scary enough already.” She mused, absently tracing a design on the top of the counter with her finger, the digit leaving a purple trail of neon light in its wake. “Walking through walls, reading minds, warping reality... It’s all seriously cool, yet kinda scary all at the same time.” The design distorted as she let out a soft laugh of her own, letting that smile spread until it encapsulated her nickname. “Trust me, short of setting it on fire, I think you’re probably safe. You can’t really go wrong with boxed macaroni. Why do you think it’s the number one item for us to pick up on supply runs?”

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Hayden:

Hayden had mostly been cooped up in the infirmary, tending to the injured until she was psychically exhausted and was sent away. Which was why she ended up in the common room, curled up on a sofa, coffee in hand. 

That’s she saw her, a ghost of her past that made Hayden blink several times to make sure she was even REAL. “Sunny?” She whispered to herself, lowering her face into the coffee mugs in hopes the other didn’t see her.

Like an actual ghost from the past, Sunny lingered on the edges of the room like some cliche phantom.  Her expression a muddled glimpse at the sea of conflicting emotions that surged forth as she stared at the dark haired figure on the couch. Both Hands tightening, paint-stained fingernails digging in to the palm of her hand as she rode the waves of shock, disbelief, sorrow and even anger that welled up within her chest.  Blurred together beneath something she’d thought she’d buried years ago.  “Hayden.” The name tumbled past her lips before she could stop it, echoing loudly across the void that seemed to have formed between them in the years since they’d last crossed paths. 

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Blaze:

Owen wasn’t really the type to be bossed around, or take orders from another, but with the gravity of everything that had gone down right before making it to the compound, he was happy for the distraction. Putting himself to work had always been one of the easiest ways to ignore his problems, and to not have to deal with anyone else’s. Tempted to quip back heatedly, Owen bit his tongue and let a grunt escape as he engulfed the bag in his hands. He did appreciate being useful, especially since it was something he hadn’t been give much credit for since he was a kid. 

“I’m in,” he nodded grimly, following, despite his distrust. He’d already run into Farrah at the compound, making him more walled off than usual. But, medical supplies could be harmless, and as heartless as he liked others to believe he was, he wasn’t about to let anyone die on his watch. He’d seen enough of that when captured. “Just tell me what you need me to do, boss lady.”

Boss Lady? She arched a brow at that. If he was looking to Sunny for leadership, he had to be barking up the wrong tree. Hell, most days she struggled to take charge of her own life, let alone anyone else’s. She just couldn’t take watching people sit around, licking their wounds and griping another minute longer. She empathized, she really did, but not enough to stick around for a pity party when there was work to be done.  “Sunny.” She corrected with a backwards glance, the lapse in attention almost causing another head on collision like the other night before she dodged out of the way. Stupid. A mistake like that on the road could cost them. “I’ve only been here a week, so I’m no one’s bossy lady. Just Sunny will do. Neon if you want to be all homo superior fancy about it.”

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Matrix:

“Ooh, you may have to have this second date with someone else then,” she scrunched up her face a bit. “I can do a lot of things, but dancing is not one of them.” Opening a drawer, she pulled out a spoon. Dancing had really never been her thing, so whether that was true or not she had no idea. “I guess that is true, I probably have weirder fears than being scared of some man jumping out from the side of the screen.” She never knew why she had been scared of such things, the newer horror movies weren’t even that scary and she hadn’t seen many older ones. “I don’t blame you on the elevator thing though.” She turned to check on the water, just to see if it had even the smallest of a boil yet. “Well, good. I don’t think I could sit through a movie that old anyways. Or that quiet.” Her eyes shot back to her for a moment when she mentioned being cute again. “I hope you’re not talking about me because I’ve already told you, it isn’t cute.”

“Please, everyone can dance. You just need to find the right partner and the right song.” She said matter-of-factly, as if it really was just that simple. Then again, she didn’t specify that everyone could dance well, so maybe she really did believe that. Would certainly explain the tragic moves she’d displayed in the past after one too many shots of tequila.  “Considering we live in a world where people can actually turn into real life, fire breathing monsters and warp reality, being afraid that a fictional character might launch themselves from the screen is a pretty rational phobia?” The way things were unfolding, with new mutants popping up on a daily basis, it would be more surprising if someone didn’t manifest that particular ability. The photokinetic straightened slightly, both brows arching with an amused disbelief at the other woman’s continued misplaced modesty.  “And I still feel the jury is out on how cute or not your reactions might be. Although, in the spirit of full disclosure, you’re actually bribing me with the prospect of food right now, so my final judgement might be biased.”

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TASK #001: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

BASICS

Full Name: Samantha Dai

Nickname/Alias: Sunny, Sam, Neon

Ability/Power: Photokinetic

Sex/Gender: CIS Female

Age: 24

Astrological Sign: Leo

Languages: American English, High School Spanish, Some Mandarin

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Relationship status: Single

PHYSICAL

Hair Color/Style: Black, Short/Medium Length

Eye Color: Brown (Neon purple whilst using her powers)

Accent ( if any ): Faint Manhattan New Yorker (Upper East Side)

Height: 1.67m / 5ft 5

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Both ears

Unique Attributes: Faint scars across her left knuckles, several other minor blemishes from general misadventure, the most extensive being a jagged looking, six inch number across her right thigh. Known to glow faintly when exerting her abilities or experiencing moments of heightened emotion.

PERSONALITY

Pet Peeves: Apathy, willful ignorance, people that whistle/hum, people who talk with their mouthful, disorganized messes

Hobbies/Interests: Running, spray painting, stargazing, self-defence.

Skills/Abilities ( unrelated to powers ): Talented street artist, freerunner, scrapper and semi-professional rabble-rouser.

Likes: High vantage points, the smell of fresh spray paint, people watching, mutant rights, blank walls canvases, beer, those cold mornings you don’t have to get out of bed for, sounds of the city, old movies, stolen moments.

Dislikes: Sweet food, inaction, people who take twist situations to their own agendas, bullies, the smell of gasoline, people crying, Sentinel Services, people who talk a big game but don’t back it up, the countryside, cramped spaces.

Strengths: Assertive, Passionate, Creative, Outgoing, Steadfast

Weaknesses: Impulsive, Judgemental, Outspoken, Stubborn, Reckless

Temperament: Choleric

FAMILY & HOME

How many human parents?: Zero

How many mutant parents?: Two

Siblings?: One; Younger Brother (14).

Family’s feelings toward mutants: Both are mutants and actively supporting mutant causes across the globe. They prefer conservative, non confrontational approaches.

FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Violet

Clothing Style: Rocker Chick

Favorite Music Type: 80s Rock/Synthpop

Favorite Food: Street Food; Anything you can eat with your hands and with a kick.

Favorite Time of Day: Just as the stars start to come out.

Favorite Weather/Season: Late Summer, Early Autumn. When its still warm but there’s a slight chill rolling in as it grows darker.

Favorite Animal: Dogs

PAST & FUTURE

Best thing that has ever happened to them: Discovering and learning how to harness her powers.

Worst thing that has ever happened them: Failing to be there when someone she loved needed her the most.

What they would be doing if they didn’t have to be at the Underground: Probably in some idealistic, but generally ineffectual protest group or (more likely) in Sentinel Services’ custody.

MISC.

Fears/Superstitions: Not being good enough, not being able to help/protect those she cares about, being erased.

Religion/Philosophy of Life: Struggling athiest.

How are they with technology?: Decent enough to know how to manage their personal life and social media accounts without any trouble. Not enough to set the world on fire.

What is their biggest fear?: Landing up in Sentinel Services’ custody; Being experimented on; Enclosed spaces.

What type of drunk are they?: The reflective, sleepy drunk.

Have they ever been in love?: She believes so. As it involved someone with the ability to affect her emotions, whether or not she actually was is up for debate.

What were they doing when they found out about the protest?: She was sitting in her dorm room, watching a livestream of it on her laptop.

What do they dislike about themselves?: A lot, actually. Primarily that they can’t seem to make the difference that they want to bring about .

Personality wise, If they were a cinnamon roll, what type would they be? ( see meme ) Looks like a cinnamon roll, but could actually kill you.

Powers wise, If they were a cinnamon roll, what type would they be? ( see meme ) Looks like a cinnamon roll, but could actually kill you. x2

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Matrix:

“I was not planning a second date,” she mumbled as she moved to the cupboards to search for some macaroni. “I was just stating that if we ever happen to hang out again, that you should go for something more than just a movie and dinner.” She found the box rather quickly, but she needed time for the blush to fade, so she pretended to look through the cabinets for it. Grabbing it moments later, she turned to her. “You’re lucky, this is the last box.” Farrah sat the single box on the counter and opened another cabinet to get a pan. “People who find grown women being scared of horror movies odd?” She questioned back, flashing a small smile her way. Oh, fuck. That was true. “Isn’t CGI why everyone thinks horror movies are terrible now adays?” She worked on tech everyday, shouldn’t she know these things. Once she had sat the pot of water on the stove to boil, she leaned against the counter and turned towards her. “Alright, just none of those like silent movies. Those are truly terrifying.”

“Well, yeah, a solid second date should always involve some form of dancing.” Sunny replied with a perfected glibness as she watched the other woman bustle around the kitchen, making mental notes of where everything was stored. Relying on the unexpected kindness of attractive brunettes was one thing now, but it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to be able to cook her own boxed meals in the future. “I don’t think anyone can pass judgement on you for that? We’ve all got our little quirks and fears, irrational or otherwise. I mean, I have mini-freak outs just from getting in elevators and some people are scared of mimes. ” She scrunched her shoulders absently, fingers toying with the far lip of the counter. “But I agree with you on the silent movies? I like old, but not that old. I was talking more circa 1970s, Grizzly, Jaws and Alien old. Not Golden Era Chaplin old. Anyone would be hard pressed to look cute watching those.”

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Matrix:

“I have seen your face, and you’re probably right,” she admitted, keeping her eyes forward to hide the grin that currently took place on her face. “Though, next time, I expect some a little more interesting. I may have to give you more of a hard time.” Stepping into the kitchen, she looked over at her. “You sure do seem confident though. That’s a good thing around here.” Her grin faltered a bit as her cheeks got a bit Rosy. She scoffed softly, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes as she looked away, trying to hide the heat she now felt in her cheeks. “Cute isn’t really the word I’d use for it.” She argued, though her voice had gotten quieter. “More like weird. Pick whatever movie you want though, I don’t think anything we have here can even be that scary. This place is so old.”

“Next time? We’ve not even had our first date and you’re already planning our second. Still moving fast, hm? ” She joked as they crossed the threshold into the kitchen, stealing a seat at the island breakfast bar, slouching so that her arms reached almost to the other side. That damnable smile turning decidedly victorious at the blush she’d manage to elicit from the other girl. It truly was the little things in life. “If you’re what counts as weird, I’m not sure why anyone would settle for normal.” She countered, “And I think you’ll find that all the best horror movies are old ones. Back before the effects all became caught up in the CGI race, when they had to be creative to try and get the same effects. Smoke and mirrors, rubber prosthetics, the whole nine.”

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Matrix:

“Why, thank you,” she did a little bow before grinning and turning again to make her way to the kitchen with the girl. The other was right, she shouldn’t have agreed so easily, but it would be nice to just relax for a night. She had been working her ass off in the tech room not only today, but for the past few years. Breaks like this didn’t come very often. “Well, if I would have let you press for more, who knows if I would have ever said yes. You may have ended up watching a movie and eating Mac and cheese alone. That’d be no fun.” Shrugging her shoulders, she fell quiet for a moment to think. “Well, I’m not the biggest fan of horror movies,” she admitted, with a soft laugh. “so if we get one of those, I may be hiding behind a pillow half the time. Anything else is great though.”

“Please, have you seen this face?” Sunny made a gestured loop of her features with her hand, not even attempting to try and keep a straight face as she fell into step beside the brunette. A laugh threatening to spike with every word. “Who could honestly say no to this? I could’ve shot for the moon.” False vanity aside, she was glad the other woman had agreed so easily. Sitting on the roof with a few stolen beers certainly had its own appeal, but she had felt trapped on the fringes since she’d arrived at the compound. Breaking the ice with someone like Farrah and getting dinner out of it? Rooftop beers could take a backseat. “Not gonna lie, part of me is totally tempted right now to pick some cheesy b-list horror movie just to see how cute those reactions are, but I guess we could go with a little more lighthearted instead.”

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Matrix:

“Well, I mean, if you follow me there and I pretend like I don’t know then I’m not really telling you am I?” She asked, tilting her head to the side a bit, a small crack of a smile still present. Farrah wasn’t much of one to drink, but she didn’t mind if others did it. Hell, she had hung out with a drunk Maria quite a bit now. “But, if movie and a dinner is what you want, then movie and a dinner it shall be. I have to make up for running into you somehow.” She pressed her lips together in thought for a moment. “Boxed macaroni? I think I can handle that. There’s also a stash of movies in the library we can always choose from.”

That actually elicited a laugh from the photokinetic mutant. Almost melodic, albeit just as rough around the edges as she seemed to present herself. Blossoming in time with that smile.  “And retain full plausible deniability? I like the way you think.” Road trip from hell aside, maybe this day wasn’t a complete wash after all. Definitely worse ways to spend an evening - and from what she’d seen today, definitely worse company. “If I knew you were going to agree that easily, I would have pressed for more.” She teased, resuming her approach on the kitchen. “You got any preference on the movie genre?” 

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Matrix:

Farrah gave the girl another nod. “Sunny it is then, I like that.” Not that she had a problem with any of the other names, she just wanted to make sure the girl was being called by the name she was most comfortable with. Crossing her arms as the girl continued, a small smirk tugged at the girls lips. “Well, unfortunately, I can’t give that information away.” The girl admitted with a slight shrug of her shoulders. “Maria would kill me if she found out I told someone where the secret stash was. So I guess that idea is off the table.”

"Along with my plans for the evening.” The radiance of Sunny’s smile dimmed considerably at that. She supposed she could always do an off-the-books run for some, but the thought of spending even another millisecond in a car today was more than she could stomach right now. She rubbed the edge of her elbow, rallying that smile a little if only for present company. “But I guess on the flip side that means I’m free for that dinner and a movie. Don’t worry, despite all appearances, I’m actually a fairly cheap date. I’ll willing to settle for box mac ‘n’ cheese.”

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Matrix:

The dark haired girl laughed softly as the other girl spoke, dropping her hand once it had been released. “Ooh, so many great choices. Do you have one you prefer more than others?” She asked, arching a brow slightly with a small smile on her lips. It felt nice seeing someone smile during all of this. She understood that everything going on was hard right now, she herself was having a hard time dealing with it, but seeing that meant people were at least trying to not let all of it affect them. “Well,” she looked over the other girl for a moment before locking eyes with her again. “I don’t see any scratches, bumps, or bruises on either of us, so I think we’re good.”

“Sunny seems to be the most popular one.” She replied with another shrug of those leather clad shoulders, genuinely having very little preference on the matter. Sunny had started out as a tongue in cheek joke, born out of a combination of her younger brother’s inability to pronounce Sammy as a child and the unfortunate added pun of her surname. Her powers just throwing further wood on to the proverbial fire.  “I can turn around if you want to do a full inspection, but I wasn’t kidding about that dinner and a movie.” She quipped with an arched a brow of her own, attempting to bury her earlier fluster with confidence. “Or you could show me where we hide the beer and we can call this whole thing even?”

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Matrix:

Wasn’t that the truth. Everyone around here was being affected by the explosion, whether it was them hurt in it, someone they cared about hurt in it or just if people were caught up in having the jobs placed with it. She couldn’t help the smile that spread onto her lips shortly after the girls words though, or the small eyeroll that followed. “Damn, you’re right.” She placed a hand over her chest, letting out a huff. “I’m moving way too fast, we don’t even know each other’s names yet.” Even if she had been a founder, she never had the time to actually introduce herself to every new mutant or Ally that walked through those doors everyday. “The name’s Farrah,” she stuck her hand out towards the other girl.

“Farrah.” Sunny echoed as if testing it out. The name rang certainly rang a bell, but she couldn’t place the how or why. She’d only been at the compound for a week before the incident; long enough to get the lay of the land, but not long enough to learn the players yet. Instead the photokinetic mutant just offered a smile almost befitting her power itself, taking the other’s hand in her own. “Sunny. Or Samantha. Or Neon. Take your pick real--- And I’m rambling. And also seem to be holding your hand way longer than is necessary.” She released the grip as if scolded, the smile turning momentarily sheepish before she offered an awkward shrug. If she was lucky, she could just say it was the toll of the long day leaving her flustered. “Um, is this the part where we share insurance details or do you think we’re good?”

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Blaze:

Being on the run was getting damn old. Owen hoped that the third time really was a charm, because he figured if Sentinel Services caught him a fourth, he wouldn’t be brought back alive. The compound was his safest option, at least until he figured things out, like where they had taken his mother – he feared he wouldn’t see her again. Owen wasn’t sure where to start at the underground; everyone was disheveled from the recent explosion and though he preferred to be in the background pretending not to care, he figured the other occupants could use some help. “What can I do to help?” he offered to an unfamiliar face – then again, everyone here was new to him. 

Like a kicked hornet’s nest, the compound was a buzz with activity in the wake of the explosion. While the dust may have settled in the literal sense, the attack on their sanctuary, a place of supposed safety and peace  in a world where little existed, had left many rattled and reeling. For those like Sunny, however, it had just left them frustrated and angry at their inability to prevent it. Eager to latch on to anything to distract them from the emptiness in the pit of their stomach.   “Make yourself useful and take this,” She replied to thew new face, barely sparing him a second glance as she thrust an empty duffel bag into his hands, already moving on through the crowds towards the garage. Apparently expecting him to follow in her wake as she elaborated,  “We’re running low on medical supplies. Finally got permission to do a run, but could do with some extra hands. You in?”

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Matrix:

After several hours of working in the tech room, trying to clean and repair things, Farrah needed a break. She would have loved to go help down in the west wing with all the people, but she wasn’t sure if she was in the right state of mind to do so. She had used her power so much within the few hours, fixing as much of the tech as she could that she was practically drained at this point. Making her way to the kitchen area to get some water, she turned a corner and ended up bumping into someone. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She took a step back from them. “Guess I am too tired to be paying attention right now.” She said quietly. 

Having found herself caught up on an impromptu supply run, spending hours cooped up in the back of a outdated piece of crap junker without air conditioning, there was nothing Sunny wanted more in the world was to grab a cold one, head to the roof and kick back with what little lingering warmth the day had left. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t even get through the first step of her plan without some sort of hitch intercepting her along the way, colliding with a dark haired stranger and almost landing flat on her ass before she caught the wall to steady herself.  “Lot of that going around right now.” The ‘incident’ with the east wing had left everyone on edge, Sunny included. The unspoken tension in the air so thick it was almost palpable. She couldn’t fault someone for getting caught up in it. “Just don’t let it happen again, yeah? I usually expect dinner and a movie before letting someone get that hands on.” 

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Samantha ‘Sunny’ Dai Moodboard 1/?

“To deny people their human rights is to challenge their very humanity.”

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✧ ━━━  「 CHLOE BENNET, feminine, she/her 」did you hear that SAMANTHA “SUNNY” DAI just arrived at the mutant underground? I heard the TWENTY-FOUR YEAR OLD is on the run FROM SENTINEL SERVICES AFTER ASSAULTING SEVERAL AGENTS. It’s such a shame it had to come to that, but we’re glad they’re able to bring their PHOTOKINESIS to our team, they’re sure to be a great addition to the rebellion. i’ve heard rumors going around that they’re reckless & frustrated, as well as spirited & creative. in due time, we’re bound to unravel the truth. will NEON survive the war? ╳ CHARACTER AESTHETIC: Paint covered fingertips, rebels with a cause, flickering neon signs, distant sirens, the rattle of spray cans, ripped smiles, heavy boots, flashes of purple, yelled protests, fingerless gloves, ripped jeans, heavy boots on the approach, misplaced anger, bruised knuckles, black leather jackets.

My name is Ily and I’m a Roleplay Addict. So this is my fourth (and hopefully final) character to throw into the mix; Samantha ‘Sunny’ Dai. Yes, terrible pun is terrible.

Born and raised in Manhattan, New York. Sam comes from an affluent family that, unknown to her for many years, secretly used their mutant powers to quietly amass and funnel money and influence for pro-mutant causes. 

Fearing that a child would inadvertently blurt out their secret, she was understandably raised in ignorance of her mutant potential. 

To be honest, she was actually pretty sheltered from everything back then. Her parents purposefully going out of their way to ensure she was isolated from the mutant agenda and almost everything else. 

Unfortunately as a result, she kinda grew up to be that terrible socialite brat you read about in the tabloids. Bucking at the authority of her parents, acting out where possible, whole rebel without a cause cliche.

An artistic kid, a lot of her acting out revolved around tagging. Making a pretty minor, but accomplished name for herself within certain circles under the alias ‘Sunny’. Local police, included. 

She also fell into the wrong crowd of fellow rich ne’er-do-wells as she entered her early-to-mid teens. Predictably hitting the underage drinking and party scenes with gusto.  It was during one particularly memorable drunken house that her powers first manifested, placing a whole new definition to the term ‘flashing’. Thankfully, most people either put it down to an elaborate prank or were simply too drunk to really notice. 

These little light bursts persisted over the coming weeks, however. Becoming more and more noticeable until a tearful Sam revealed herself to her parents, fearing the worst. Part of her would’ve preferred condemnation as opposed to finding out that most of her life was built upon a lie. 

Knowing it would only be a matter of time before their secret was revealed, her parents abruptly sold their real estate in the city, moving out to the rural sticks of the state. There they helped Sam develop a degree of control over her abilities and kinda gave her a crash course in the mutant scene and the work they’d been trying to pull off over the years. 

As with many mutants, Dallas changed everything for her. Suddenly she found herself with a cause and something to fight for. While her parents were fine with passively promoting the mutant cause, she felt she needed to be a more active participant. Joining rallies, protests and honestly going out of her way to stick it to the government jackboots. 

Some destruction of public and private property later, to say nothing of the assault of several sentinel service agents, Sam has found herself on the run. Landing within the last few weeks at the Underground compound.

So, yeah. Rough and terrible? But hopefully enough to give you a general idea of the character. All around rabble-rouser, riot grrrl and potential brotherhood material in the making. Connections would be adored; Friends, enemies, exes/interests and everything in between. Hit me up.