Regan Maguire
Nov 10, 2012 0:04:05 GMT -8
Post by Laura on Nov 10, 2012 0:04:05 GMT -8
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About the character
``Name;; Regan Brynn Maguire
``Nicknames;; Rae
``Age;; 14
``Gender;; Female
``Birthday;; February 19th
``Grade;; 9th/Freshman
``Heritage;; Irish
``Orientation;; Heterosexual
Appearance
``Eyes;; Blue
`` Hair;; Red-blond
``Height;; 5’ 6”
``Weight;; 115
``Body Type;; Thin with some muscle
``Skin Color;; Pale white
``Tattoos/piercings/scars;; Both ears double pierced
``Dress style;; Regan doesn’t really care about fashion. She is happy wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, but she does try to follow trends now and then, pairing her tees with a scarf or a cute jacket. She feels uncomfortable in skirts and heels and would rather wear a hoodie and sweats than a dress.
``Overall;; Regan is a simple girl. She doesn’t wear makeup, she doesn’t spend much time on her hair and she wears the first thing she sees in the morning. But, she is satisfied with herself, and she thinks that is really all that matters. She wishes she had a little bit more muscle in her legs, but she can’t seem to figure out how to get it. She likes to have her hair long, but she will randomly cut it off if she gets annoyed with it.
Personality
``Likes;; The dark, the smell of leather, the smell of fresh cut grass, being warm, tea, baby lotion, snakes, boxing (both watching and participating).
``Dislikes;; Heels, skirts, Christmas, being snuck up on, when patterns are broken, being asked her opinion.
``Hobbies;; Drawing, climbing things that shouldn’t be climbed, making up stories about everything.
``Quirks;; snaps when she can’t think of the word she needs, chews on plastic, Will go for days at a time without eating unless reminded.
``Flaws;; OCD, easily distracted, gets lost in her own mind, brutally honest.
``Secrets;; Ever since her powers kicked in, she has been having seizures, She doesn’t know how to do math past subtraction; she’s just winging it.
``Personality;; Rae tries hard. At least that’s what all of her teachers told her parents. She tries hard to stay still, she tries hard to get along with the other kids, she tries hard to not get in trouble. And yet, she always does. She always ends up wandering around the classroom during lessons, making someone cry on the playground by telling them that the reason they weren’t able to do the monkey bars is because they had stick arms, and ending up in the principals office for climbing on top of cars in the parking lot. She chews on things like a little kid, she speaks what is on her mind without thinking about how it will affect other people, she makes up stories and mysteries where there is nothing but normalcy. Rae really does try to be normal. But, there are some things that even her powers can’t fix. Her personality is one of them.
History
``Mom;; Helen (Lewis) Maguire, 50, Park Ranger, Good.
``Dad;; Joshua Dawson Maguire, 53, Park Ranger, Good.
``Sibling(s);; Declan Riley Maguire, 5, Kindergarten, Best.
Logan Blaine Maguire, 5, Kindergarten, Best.
``Pet(s);; None
``Other;; Patricia Jane Lewis 28, Aunt, Deceased
``History;; Dating a coworker is always awkward, but in the case of Helen Lewis and Joshua Maguire it worked out well. The couple, both park rangers in their 20’s, fell in love while working and married after only dating for 6 months. Both from large families agreed they wanted to begin having children right away, but after a year of no success, they began to wonder if something was wrong. 22 year old Helen went to the doctor only to find out that there was a very small chance that she could ever become pregnant. She and her husband were both heartbroken, but they never gave up hope that they would have a child.
12 years later, Helen was very ill. She had, what she believed was a stomach bug that wouldn’t go away. Turns out that bug was a baby. A little girl, the child that her and her husband has been wishing for all of those years. They were overjoyed and they instantly began planning for the arrival of their little girl.By the time Regan Brynn Maguire arrived she was already the center of her parents world and would remain to be so.
By the age of 9, Regan had made herself a reputation of being different. Her personality was not normal. She didn’t act her age and couldn’t seem to make friends. Her parents had their hands full dealing with her, when suddenly her aunt passed away giving birth to twin boys. Her parents didn’t think before taking the newborns in, naming them Declan Riley and Logan Blaine. Regan welcomed the babies instantly; They distracted her parent’s attention away from her. It wasn’t until she was 12 that she discovered her powers.
Regan and the 3 year old twins were outside playing in the yard. They were involved in an intense game of monkey in the middle, with her in the middle. The game was going well when the trio was approached by a snarling dog. Regan grabbed Logan, not recognizing the dog that was in front of them. She reached to grab Declan, but before she could grab his arm, the dog attacked, biting deep into his arm. Declan’s screams sent their mother racing outside. Remaining calm, she lifted the dog’s hind legs off the ground, making it release it’s hold. With Declan released from the dog’s hold, Regan grabbed him and ran into the house. Once in the safety of their home, Regan released Logan and held Declan to her chest, whispering calming words in his ear. She felt a slight twinge in her arm, but ignored it. She wondered where her Mom was as the twinge in her arm got worse and worse, no longer a twinge, but full blown pain. When her Mom entered the house with a slam of the front door, and took Declan, Regan’s felt like her arm was about to fall off, tears falling from her eyes.
When her mother looked at Declan’s arm, she found nothing wrong. But when she looked at her daughter, she saw the bite. Right where it should have been on Declan. Only, it was on Regan. And the skin seemed to be slowly knitting itself back together.
Fast foreword a few years and Regan decided that she was going to go to Stone Brook Academy. Her parents weren’t on board with the idea, but she wanted to go be with other people like her, to see if anyone needed her and so, with her parent’s blessing, she went.
``Powers/Abilities/Gifts;; Wound transferral, Enhanced regeneration. The wound transfer ability gives her the ability to take wounds from others. She hasn't found out that she can transfer them on to other people, but she does have it.
When she takes on the wounds, she experiences the pain that they would. Her healing is not quite Wolverine fast, but it gets the job done. She can't regenerate internal organs and sometimes healing from bigger wounds will give her scars.
She can't heal fatal wounds or get rid of chronic diseases.
``Role Play Sample;; It was dark, cold, and raining slightly. The street lamps flickered as Lukas walked down the road, making him look slightly dangerous. The clouds eclipsed the moon and the evening had a frigid feel to it, making him thankful he had grabbed his jacket before he ran out the door. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he checked the time. The bright numbers revealing the early hour, quarter to two, as he let out a jaw cracking yawn. He had been wandering the streets since ten, since his Father had come home drunk, gotten angry about something that Luke couldn’t control and tossed him out, but not before he had taken his anger out on his son. If his head hadn’t been looking down and the light had been better, you would have been able to see a rapidly swelling eye, split lip and the beginning of a bruise on his temple. Under the sleeves of his jacket, he could still feel where hands had grabbed his arms in an iron grip, tossing him to the floor; he could feel bruises forming on his side where he had been kicked. His body whined in protest with every step he took, his mind flashing through the places he could go and finding fault with every single one of them.
He thought of the park, but knew that there would be teenagers there, drinking, smoking, doing drugs, having sex and he wanted to avoid running into any classmates with his face like this. The less awkward questions the better. His next thought was the school, but the cops tended to hang out in the parking lot at night and he didn’t feel like getting picked up for a curfew violation. His mind thought up more and more destinations, each one more desperate than the last. He had nowhere to go but home. Oh sure, he could go to a friend’s house, but that would require him to make up excuses to cover up the injuries, explain why he wasn’t at home, make something up about why he couldn’t just call his Dad. It was too much work; he’d rather just wander. A small voice in the back of his mind suggested he actually tell the truth, finally admit to someone that his Father was abusing him, but a larger part of his brain, the part that his Father controlled, told him that no one would believe him or worse, they would think he deserved it.
He sat down on a random lawn and let his head drop into his hands, drawing in a shaky breath. He was starting to break, crumbling under the pressure of everything he was holding in. And there, sitting on that lawn, he broke down and cried for the first time in years.
I'm a curious type lol