Post by camille on Mar 10, 2012 4:50:18 GMT -5
Name: Camille Alexandria
Alias: Reika Lee
Lisa Camrell
Michelle Meira
Alanna Leon
Sarah Morriarty
Age: 18
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 130lbs
Hair: Pink shoulder blade length (dyed hair, her natural hair is dark brown)
Eyes: Green
Build: Average thin build
Skin: Pale rosy color
Class (Ranking): Anti-hero
Original or Canon: Original
Theme songs: Bulletproof by Kerli and Sargasso Sea by Suzanne Ciani
Lineage & Relations:
Put information about your characters family and relations here.
Lineage:
Mother: Elicia Alexandria
Father: Phillip Alexandria
Siblings: none
Relations:
Crush: The Joker
Love: Batman (eventually)
Rival: Oracle/Batgirl
Enemy: Batman (love hate relationship)
Appearance:
Camile has pink shoulder blade length hair. Because of her past she hates what she looks like and often changes her appearance. Because she is able to shapeshift this makes it easy for her to turn into anyone she wants and to constantly change her appearance, but the form she usually takes is her pink hairs form. She has green eyes with thick eyelashes. Her lips are a very rosey pink naturally and often looks like she's wearing lipstick when she's not.
She has an average build, not too skinny, not fat but the form of a perfect woman with a normal B size cup and strong hips. She has pale skin with rosey cheeks and a slender face. Though she doesn't look very strong she is stronger than she looks which often gets people who choose to fight her into trouble.
Personality:
She's flirtatious granted being she hates most people. She hates Batman for what happened to her when she was younger and will do whatever it takes to get back at him, but she won't willingly kill innocent people. She's understanding, and can easily influence people. She has a silver tongue and can be a trickster. She's skilled in making people trust her and has a great ability to alter her personality to match those of the people around her.
Most of the time she's usually quiet and obeying. She'll do anything to advance and to please the people she cares about.
Abilities & Weaknesses:
Powers/Abilities
- She's good at tricking people both verbally and physically.
- She alters her personality and actions to please people around her
- She can not only transform herself but temporarily change objects to help her avoid danger but it's limited
- She's good with mechanics
- She's also knowledgeable in science and Math
- She can transform into any human she wants
Weaknesses/Physical Flaws/Psychological Flaws:
- She's very trusting
- She falls in love too easily
- She bottles up her anger
- Her worst fear is herself
- She has feelings for The Joker
- She hates killing people
- She's not very tactical
- She can't transform into an animal or an inanimate object
- She can't change a inanimate object into a living creature and can only keep it in existence for a certain amount of time. Plus it has to be an object of equal value, like alchemy.
History:
It was a rainy night. Elicia dragged 7 year old Camille through a wet puddle plagued alleyway, rushing her from the danger that was closing in behind them, her father leading the way with a single pistol. Camille didn't know what was going on and she was frightened, until they were cornered. A group of 20 or more thugs stood in a circle, blocking off their escape. Elicia huddled close, holding Camille to her protectively. In an attempt to save his family Phillip stepped forward. "Why are you doing this?" He asked, standing in a protective stance in front of his family.
"Why?" The supposed leader of the thugs snorted, stepping forward, a crow bar in his hands. "Because we can asshole," He laughed. Closing her eyes Camille prayed to be spared, but even with her eyes closed she could feel the dark presence around her. Opening her eyes, she found that on top of a nearby building, illuminated by the moon was a dark figure. She knew who this dark figure was and she felt happiness, relief that her prayers were answered. But they weren't answered.
Swinging the man caught Phillip in the side of the face with the crow bar, blood spraying across the alleyway, splattering his wife and child. Camille looked on in horror as the men progressed to separate her from her mother. Pulling Elicia away from her they stripped her naked and raped her. Camille was forced to watch on in horror, thinking in her mind Why isn't he saving us? Why is he standing there?.
When the men were done they dropped the bloodied woman to the ground, putting a fistful of bullets into her skull. Only when the leader turned his attention to her did the dark figure that was stalking the night above them intervene. He made quick work to end the tyranny of the thugs. Turning he looked down at the little girl, his eyes piercing the night. "You're safe now." He confirmed. Turning he went to make his leave as sirens came withing earshot.
Staring at her parents lifeless, beaten and raped corpses she looked back up at him with anger in her eyes. "Why did you do it!" She screamed. He stopped but didn't reply. "You saw us, why didn't you step in sooner! My parents would be alive if you hadn't waited!" She cried, choking. He stood there for a few more moments, then disappeared into the night.
When the police arrived they took her to the safety of the police station after fighting with her about letting go of the bodies. Gordon asked her what happened, if she knew why the men were after her parents, but all she could reply with was "It was Batman's fault." He attempted to talk her out of believing that way, but eventually by the end of the night she stopped responding all together.
A few months later she was brought to a foster home. Her foster father was a scientist working on cures and other dangerous concoctions. At first, she was reluctant to get to know her new family, but as months passed she began to care for them dearly, even though they would never be able to replace the parents she lost. She was generally happy, but that happiness wouldn't last long.
A year after coming to her foster families house, her foster father brought her to his work. At first she believed it was innocent. She was intrigued with his work. Bringing her into an empty room with nothing but a camera and some vents during a tour of the work place, she began to ask questions. "What's this room?" She questioned, walking into the middle of the room, staring at the single camera in the corner of the room.
"This room, is where you'll be for the next few years my dear." He replied, smiling. Confused she turned around in time to see the large, heavy industrial metal doors swing shut, locking her inside. Gasping she ran to the door and started pounding on it, begging to be let out. A loud hissing noise started, the room filling up with a thick, heavy mist. She pulled away from the door panicking. Coughing, choking on the mist she attempted to cover her mouth and nose but collapsed, losing consciousness.
She woke up later, strapped onto a table, an I.V pumping some ominous glowing liquid that burned her veins into her body. She screamed as her whole body flared up. Her foster father stood over her, a clip board in one hand, taking diligent notes. "It's alright Camille, after these tests, you'll be better. Stronger, faster, smarter." He smiled.
"Fuck you!" she growled, tears gushing down her cheeks as the liquid burned her veins. His smile faded. Shaking his head he looked her dead in the eyes and whispered. "After tonight, you'll speak to me with respect." Pulling away he looked at another man, his assistant in the corner of the room and nodded. Suddenly the amount of liquid being pumped into her increased, the speed making her arms swell up. Gasping, she felt the pressure behind her eyes increase as liquid poured from under her eyelids. Her vision turned red, clearing every time she blinked her eyes, then, there was nothing.
She spent multiple months on that table. Liquids being pumped into her, frying her senses, burning her flesh from it's potency. It was almost a year after that the accident happened. One assistant accidentally pumped too much of the concoction through the tubes in the side of her face, but the amount wasn't the issue, it was the potency. She had been receiving a deluded amount. By accidentally forgetting to delude the serum and pumping it into her face, the liquid began to eat through her flesh. Screaming in agony, she began thrashing.
"Shut up!" her foster father snarled. This was the same as usual, her fits of attempted escape, but when he caught the blood dripping onto her bare chest, he rushed to help her. Removing the tubes from her face he attempted to stop her pain, but saw that the damage was already done. From the bottom of her nose down was completely chewed through, like acid was splashed on her face. Gasping he pulled away and turned to write down the notes. He was just about to write her off as dead when suddenly her face started to change. Her jaw started to form again, her wide terror filled eyes changing, the brown in her eyes changing to green, her blonde hair turning dark brown, but more importantly, the face that was constructed was completely different than it was before.
Her foster father was enthralled by the ability to change her form and began to drag her through other tests. He started out simply at first by shaving her head. He knew her fear of being bald and sure enough she grew her hair back. Soon he moved up to cutting her, then cutting off the tips of her fingers or an ear lobe. But he didn't stop there. Over time the test progressively got worse and worse. It went from cutting her arms off, forcing acid into her mouth, peeling her flesh off like a banana and other horrid tests.
After a year of the torture, the scientists decided to go the extreme. Strapping her to the table once more he took a blender like object and stuck it up in her. Flipping on the switch, the blades tore her up, cutting her insides to scraps of flesh. She screamed, the agony pumping enough adrenaline through her veins to snap the restraints. Grabbing a syringe from a tray next to the table she swung, getting the man in the eye. Pulling away he grasped desperately for the syringe in his eye but fell dead. Grabbing the handle of the tool she ripped it out, blood spraying out all down her legs. Inhaling she untied her legs from the table and slid to her feet, her insides healing.
Using the machine the scientists had used to saw her insides to pieces she killed everyone who tried to stop her from escaping. But when she reached the doors to freedom, she found that she wasn't alone. Somewhere among the madness a scientist must have called for back of up of the police. She was surrounded.
She attempted to make a break for it. She didn't want to be caught again for fear she'd suffer like she had for so long, but they were too fast for her. Taking her to prison to await her trial she met up with an attorney where they settled the case, stating the best way to escape a life of imprisonment would be to plead insanity. The judge issued 5 years in a high maintenance insane asylum with availability to seek help from a psychologist around the clock.
She entered the asylum already dead set in not accepting the terms. She knew she had to escape. While she blamed her foster family for the pain she endured the past few years, the person she blamed the most was Batman. If it weren't for him she would be with her family at the moment, or even dead. Anything was better than that torture.
But she knew she couldn't just up and escape right off the bat. She was a 14 year old girl, even if she did escape, where would she go? Besides she didn't have a plan yet. So all she could do was sit and plan.
Two years of planning and waiting pass. Now being a 16 year old girl she decided to put her plan in motion. Every afternoon a psychologist entered her cell to speak with her, bringing with him a syringe of tranquilizer just in case she acted up -like she had planned by setting the bait. In the two years of waiting, she discovered her power, honed it, figured out how to control it. She practiced by turning into her doctors, by altering her face, her height, her weight. She practiced by turning her blankets into pillows, her pillows into dresses, the dresses into ropes and back again. With every object she could turn she had 20 minutes until it turned back. It gave her enough time to use a desired item. But in this case, she wouldn't need it.
Sitting on her bed she looked up as her psychologist stepped in, a smile on his face. He greeted her in his normal way. A smile, a pat on the shoulder, then he sat down and began his questioning. She waited until the Security wasn't paying attention before she made her move. Grabbing the hand that held the syringe she swung his hand up without his full awareness and stabbed him in the neck with it, injecting the fluid into his veins. He stared at her horrified for a moment before falling sideways onto her bed. Grabbing the needle she pulled it out and rested her hand on his shoulder. Slowly his appearance began to change. His gender swapped to a females, his hair turned dark brown, his eyes green. Soon, he looked just like her and in return, she looked just like him.
Grabbing his lab coat she slid it on and took his key card, swiping it. Slipping out she smiled at the security guards and pointed inside the room. "She gave me a bit of a problem in there," She mimicked in his voice. "See to it that she is comfortable. We don't want to be mean to her." And with that she walked away.
Keeping her composure she walked through the halls, heading towards the front doors. She was so close, so close she could smell it. Just as she was about to grab the handle a woman spoke behind her. "Doctor Caligan, where are you going?" She looked at her confused. Hesitating Camille looked back at her and itched her head.
"I forgot my spare note pad in the car, I'll be right back in in a second." Nodding the woman went back to what she was doing, believing such a weak story as that. Turning she pushed the door open and made her way to the doctors car. She had seen which car was his from her little window above the parking lot. The plan couldn't have gone any smoother.
Climbing in she started the vehicle up with the keys she found in the pocket and began to drive off. She was free. Free of the torture, free of her prison, but most importantly, she was free to hunt down the Batman and make him pay for what he did to her. And now, she had nifty new powers to use to help her along the way. "I guess I have to thank you, don't I, Batman. If it weren't for you, I'd never be practically immortal."
RP Sample:
Sitting in the dark room, Frank Sinatra playing on the old radio on the other side of the room she listened to the press conferences that were being aired on the television. "Batman Saves the Day", "Bruce Wayne Takes Interest in Politics", "The Joker Pulls Big Prank on Gotham." She stared at the ceiling, wondering just how she was going to go about her revenge, and where to find the bat.
"The only place to start I guess," She looked across the room at the poorly bricked up window. "Would be to start with Gotham's millionaire." She smiled, looking at the television at rich boy Bruce Wayne as he stood at the podium, giving a speech. "Get some money, get my hands on some of that Wayne Tech gear, and more importantly, find out if pretty boy has any leads to the Batman." Grabbing the glass of water she'd been sipping on, she tossed it at the television. The glass shattered, the water causing the old television to fizzle, spark and shut off. A flame danced on the inside. Standing she grabbed her jacket that was rested over the back of a chair and shoved her pink hair into a messy bun, leaving the hotel room as the wallpaper and curtains caught flame.
Creator/Player Comments:
She also forms a crush on Dick Grayson as well who would still be Robin at the time. She's about the same age as Dick and the reason Batman didn't save her parents was because he told the police what was going on and where and wanted to leave it to them, but the thugs would have gotten away before the police got there.
