Post by Mara Ackart on Sept 2, 2009 2:25:09 GMT -5
Mara Adria Ackart
Mutant Name: Slipstream
Age: 24
Height: 5’10”
Eye Color: Light Brown
Physical Appearance: Mara is a curvaceous young woman. Though she is by no means slender she is neither fat. She tends to think of herself as "pleasantly average". Her brown hair flows to just above mid back and pairs well with her light brown eyes. Her skin is of a light tone with a few freckles dusted here and there.
Mara has a scar on her right side and another on the inside of her right ankle. She prefers to wear flirty v-neck tops and trousers. These are generally paired with a cute sandal or boot. She seldom wears dresses, preferring a pant suit for occasions that call for dressing up.
Celebrity Face Claim: Genevieve Cortese
Strengths:
- Calm
- Focused
- Even Tempered
- Open Minded
Weaknesses:
- Holds a grudge
- Hesitant to act
- Difficulty restraining sarcasm
- Too blunt at times
- Books
Random Abilities:
- Works well with computers
- Fast reader
- Can spend hours mulling over a problem without growing bored or tired
- Can recall anything she's read with 95% accuracy
- Has a high pain tolerance
- Quick learner
History: Mara came into her ability at the age of fifteen. She was at a track meet for her school and the win rested on her. The pressure triggered her mutation and her team took home first place in the dash. Her team members were amazed. Up to that meet Mara had been just an average member. She was dependable but not an all star.
After that performance she had to work harder than ever. She knew she couldn't use her power constantly. It wouldn't be fair and someone would catch on. So Mara trained night and day. The track team absorbed all of her time. Her powers thrilled her but she just couldn't bring herself to reveal them. All the extra training gave people an excuse to believe the times she turned in at meets.
Only two people knew about her ability. One was her best friend and fellow track team member Carrie. Carrie had been angry beyond belief when she saw Mara "training" one evening. It took Mara almost a year to explain and make things up with Carrie. After Mara helped Carrie narrowly avoid getting hit by a truck after school one day all was forgiven. From then on Carrie was the first to Mara's defense when someone said that she cheated and let Mara know when she needed to back off.
The other was the coach of the track team, Mr. Blackwell. Like Carrie he'd seen Mara at her practice. Practicing for track by herself was the only time Mara let loose. She pushed her speed limits at those discreet practices. Mr. Blackwell saw Mara's ability as his ticket to a winning team. He told her bluntly that he would throw her off the team and expose her to the school if she didn't use her powers to win.
So Mara used her powers to cheat for her coach. For two seasons she cheated like that. She was worried that he'd hold her ability over her head for the rest of her life. However, at the beginning of the third season Mr. Blackwell was fired for doping his athletes to improve their performance. Mara couldn't have been happier.
To the shock of everyone she turned down the track scholarships and worked her way through college. As she'd gone through high school she'd had a number of close calls. She had decided to start fresh in college. No sports or any use of her powers except in emergencies. It was in college that Mara discovered her deep love of books and took a degree in English Literature.
At twenty three and fresh out of college Mara landed a job at a publishing firm. It played to her love of books so she was happy. She worked hard and was almost able to forget her power entirely. It looked as though she'd be able to live her life quietly doing something she loved. She was at a party for the firm and it's clients when things went bad. A client had been harassing her all evening. When he took things a bit too far she unconsciously used her ability to boost herself out of his way. The entire party saw it unfortunately and chaos erupted.
The cops were called. Mara used her power and ran. Upon realizing they were dealing with a bona fide mutant and not just a track star at a party full of drunks the cops called Freakopolis and left it to them.
Mutation: Mara's ability is the control of speed. She is capable of accelerating, decelerating, or stopping anything that is moving. The catch is that it has to already be moving before she can do anything. She can't affect anything that doesn't have mass either, energy and the like are beyond her. The top of her speed range is a little over two hundred miles an hour. The object of her control must also be within her line of sight or a twenty foot radius from her body.
Mutation Key: --admin edit--
Report of Mutant Capture:Mara resisted cursing aloud as she ran. A few short hours ago everything had been fine. She'd gotten dressed up in a pair of black suit pants, a sapphire blue tank, and her favorite pair of stiletto boots. There was a party for the firm's clients tonight and she needed to look her best. She expected to drink at least a little so she took a cab to the party instead of driving.
Once she got to the party things went well. She was having a good time. Things went down hill after the dinner portion concluded. She'd been schmoozing clients and generally enjoying herself. Then the star client had gotten too forward due to a combination of drink and ego. She hadn't realized she'd boosted herself until it was too late. Everyone at the party was staring at her like she was a freak.
She couldn't brush it off. She'd moved faster than any athlete could. Logic told her to run. So she ran. A few minutes after she began to run she heard sirens. She concentrated a moment and gave herself a further boost. There was no way she was going to let them catch her. She had a rough idea what would happen and it was the last thing she wanted. She'd thought she was safe once the sirens broke off. That's when she'd noticed the black trucks and armored men.
"Good going Mara. Brilliant move of the year award goes to you!" she'd muttered angrily.
They'd blocked her in with their trucks and now she was stuck playing tag with these men that she couldn't stop. She knew they'd catch her. Her fate had been sealed when that last truck had blocked her last exit. She was a runner, not a jumper. With a sigh she put on the brakes and held her hands up.
"I'll go quietly." she said.
The men closed in and though serene on the outside Mara was a bundle of nerves on the inside. She felt the butt of the gun on her head before she had a chance to say anything else. She crumpled to the ground and her last sensation was the sound of one of the soldier types scoffing.
"Toss her in the truck."
