Scarlett D. Freeman

[Scarlett Freeman]

Scarlett Daye Freeman

Mutant Name: Head Case (something to do with her mutation)

Age: 25
Faction: Protector

Height: 5 foot 3 inches

Eye Color: Dark brown

Physical Appearance: Scarlett is pale, but not sickly looking. She is quite small for someone her age as she stopped growing taller when she was eighteen. She has slight muscles in her arms and legs but they aren't very noticable anyhow. She keeps her hair this short all the time and keeps it the natural colour, auburn/red. She does not have pierced ears any more because she didn't like changing earrings regularly. She dresses in clothes that suit her, some hide her curvy figure, others don't. It depends on if she wants to fade into the background or stand out as much as possible.
Celebrity Face Claim: Alyson Hannigan (when she was younger)

Strengths:

• Mostly calm in unusual situations.
  
• Kind to others (even if it gets her beaten up for her trouble).
  
• Always tries to be helpful.
  
• Her mind is the strongest part of her.
  
• Tries not to make people worry about her (but they do anyway).
  
• Thinks quickly in every situation.
  

Weaknesses:

• Is very vulnerable to bullying and being beaten up.
  
• Gets sick easily.
  
• Has a phobia of loud noises.
  
• Very trusting.
  
• Is sometimes too nice for her own good.
  
• Quite happy most of the time (she gets beaten up and bullied because of this).
  
• Loves to 'talk' to anyone.
  

Random Abilities:

• Is very good at knitting.
  
• Has an excellent vocabulary (that she writes down).
  
• Knows whenever someone is near her cell door.
  
• Can always get plants to grow if she cares for them.
  
• Is average at cooking.
  
• Can repair any electronics and/or metalic structure.
  

Mutation:
Scarlett is a Telepath and can talk to people in their minds if she trusts them enough. This has limitations of course, because she hasn't experimented with it the mutation drains her of energy very quickly. She often has to sleep after just using her power for twenty minutes. As the Telepathy makes her mind strong, her body is vulnerable and she often stumbles unknowingly into being bullied.

Her Telepathy makes it easier on her though, because she was born missing something that normal humans and mutants use all the time. Her Telepathic abilities only affect people within a three feet circle around her, but if she trusts them enough she can slowly set up a permanent connection with them.

History:
(Non-italics is Scarlett 'talking' on her chalkboard. Underlined speaking is her telepathic voice.)

Scarlett Daye Freeman was born on the 15th of May to Mavis and Russel Freeman in Seattle. Scarlett was, unfortunately born without a voice because key parts were missing from her voicebox. Her parents were devistated, but Scarlett didn't mind because she liked imagining what it would be like to have a voice. Once she was old enough (around six or seven) she would sit out in the local park and daydream about it for hours on end.

But this earned her the attention of children and adults alike. Many came up to her and asked her what she was thinking, but the majority teased her about having no voice. The teasing and bullying hurt her, but she smiled bravely at them and then eventually went home. Her father worked full time in a realestate company, she had never remembered the name really...too boring. Dark Industries or something, it's main branch was somewhere in England? Whatever it was she greeted him with a smile and a hug when he came home from work each day.

When she was eight he brought home a small chalkboard and a pack of white chalk that he gave to her. Mavis taught her how to write and read, but almost never knew if her daughter understood what she was being taught. One day Mavis awoke to her daughter standing at the foot of her and her husband's bed.
"What have you got there sweetheart?" She asked sleepily and Scarlett smiled widely fromm ear to ear. She went around to Mavis's side of the bed and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. She pressed the chalkboard into her mother's hands and pointed at it.

"Good morning mamma, I love you." The words were neatly written in white chalk and they tugged at Mavis's heart strings.
"Oh Scarlett, this is the second best thing that's ever happened to me!" Her mother smiled gently and gathered the flame haired child to her. Scarlett looked sad for a moment before rubbing out the words with her hand and writting again.
'What is first best thing?' Scarlett wrote and her mother laughed gently.

"It's you sweetpea! The day the Lord gave me you of course!" Her mother explained and Scarlett smiled before hugging her mother fiercely. Russel came home and found them both sleeping on the bed beside each other.
When Scarlett was twelve she finally got her dreaded nickname: Freaky Freeman. If only the bullies knew how right they were. But one day she was sitting in the park as always, in her favourite spot and she was pushed off of the bench she had been sitting placidly on and into a puddle of mud.

The blonde boy that had pushed her was a boy that came to talk to her often, but he was now with the 'in' or 'popular' crowd. So this was a test for him, to see if he was what they were looking for or not. She got up out of the mud and the group of boys started laughing, the blonde boy looked at loss for what to do. His stomach dropped as she faced him with obvious tears tracks down her cheeks. The boys around him were patting him on the back and jeering at her but he was frozen in place as Scarlett's mother came into view.

Mavis froze when she saw the state her daughter was in, mud everywhere and crying. She then looked over at the group of boys that had frozen in place for a moment before making a run for it. Only the blonde boy stayed rooted in place, despite his friends cries for him to run away.
"I knew things were bad here, but I can't believe how bad! You are never coming back here again. We are taking you to a different park from now on!" Mavis cried out and Scarlett nodded sullenly beffore her mother took her hand and led her away. But as they rounded the corner she heard an agonised scream and Scarlett broke away from her mother. She wiped her face off before she saw the boy sitting on the bench looking heartbroken.

"No, why did it have to be Scarlett?" He sobbed and she stopped before him, muddied jeans and t-shirt and all. Scarlett waited for him to notice her and he did. He looked up in surprise with very red eyes and tears brimming once more in his eyes. She grasped his face gently in her grazed and muddy hands before kissing him gently on the mouth. His clean blue eyes widened in shock and she then released him and grabbed both her chalkboard and packet of chalk. Scarlett then walked back to her waiting mother with a soft smile. The boy she had left behind was once more frozen in place, a blush plastered on his face. That had been his first kiss, and what a kiss it had been. His friends came back to find him like that. They asked him what was wrong and he replied:
"What a kiss." And that was all.

At the age of fifteen Scarlett met the blonde haired boy again, but only once. He had a girlfriend now and was very much in love. She certainly knew how to leave people speechless. She was walking around in one of the shopping centers when a man had lost a model for a clothing photoshoot. He took her to the site location and she fit into the lost model's clothes perfectly. The other models weren't too happy about the newcomer from off the streets so they tried every way in the book to get rid of her. But nothing worked, the photographer loved her innocent smile and her 'lovely' eyes, as he put them.

She worked as a model until people started wondering who she was, then her parents took her out of the modeling world. Scarlett couldn't complain, the models were all mean to her and she didn't need to be bullied again. The company that her father worked in crashed and he began to drink heavily. He passed away on the 7th of January, just before her17th birthday. Scarlett never had a boyfriend, never really wanted one either because of her short career as a clothing model they all recognised her.

Mavis moved them around a lot and Scarlett began to imagine her voice like she had when she was younger.
"I wonder what it is like? Wait a moment! Is that me?" A soft and slightly husky voice whispered in her head and she felt extremely tired all of a sudden, but she had only just woken up. Mavis got worried as her daughter slept more and more each day. But suddenly Scarlett was up and about one morning, cooking breakfast for her mother. Mavis was greeted with a wide smile and a plate of pancakes.

"Good morning my dear." Mavis said with a smile and sat down, about to begin her meal.
"Good morning mother, I love you." The sentence tugged at Mavis's heartstrings once more, but she froze with a section of pancake halfway to her lips.
"Was that you, Scarlett? In my mind?" Mavis asked and Scarlett nodded eagerly before going back to making pancakes for her own breakfast. This was just before Scarlett's 24th birthday.

Her mother tried not to notice the men outside in trucks, she also tried not to tell her daughter that she had called Freakopolis. Her mother was trying to protect her daughter from others that might want to hurt her. But this was Mavis's worst descission on behalf of her daughter. They came for Scarlett just after her 25th birthday.

Report of Mutant Capture:

Scarlett was out in the garden, sitting on the swinging seat and basking in the tranquility of it all. The small birds and such that gathered around her as she threw seeds and bread crumbs out for them. The little creatures did not fight or squable for food, if the morsel that they wanted was taken by another they simply found one more of the same type of food.

She did this once a week, every Monday. So for Scarlett, Mondays were the best days of the week. But this Monday was the one that would hurt her for a while. Men with guns and thick looking black armour came running around the sides of the house, down the side passages. The sounds of their boots scared the little birds away and Scarlett looked sad. Their time was cut so short, why were these noisy men here? They promptly surrounded her and she smiled brightly at the horseshoe shape of intimidating men.
"Are you the mutant Scarlett Freeman?" One boomed and she reached for her chalkboard before erasing the previous words from it.

"Yes I am Scarlett freeman, but how do you spell the other word?" She wrote and the man came closer for a moment.
"You can't talk, can you?" He asked and she shrugged.
"I can, but only in my head and mother's." She wrote and he nodded.
"We can take you to a place that will help you, but you have to cooperate." He said and one of the trigger happy younger men pointed his gun at her, he absolutely loathed mutants. One had already tried to kill him, he wouldn't take another chance.

"Will mother be coming?" She asked with the chalkboard and the manshook his head.
"I'm afraid not, she has to stay back here to keep the house in good shape." He said and she frowned a little. The younger man pressed lightly on the trigger for his gun and a bullet was released from his gun. Scarlett was busy writing something else when pain ripped through her left shoulder, red liquid splattered over her chalkboard. She looked up at the standing man with fear and he was shouting orders, but his words became muddied and Scarlett's vision became blurred. There were shouts of alarm and she slumped to the side of the seat, her chalkboard and chalk clasped in her hands.

The leader grabbed her and hoisted her up in his arms, grabbing the chalk and chalkboard. As her world went black she heard a sharp and high scream, her mother had seen the gapping hole in her little girl's shoulder and immediately regretted calling Freakopolis. But it was too late. The black armoured men hurried to the trucks and pressed gauze to the wound, bandaging it up and setting off at a swift pace. Leaving Mavis speechless and sobbing on the front porch of the house. What had she done?

[Mara Ackart]