Name: Aileen Tracey; she usually goes by her last name, at least publicly. To her friends, she's usually Ai
Age: 20
Gender: female
Mutation Appearance: With the mutation, she inherited the pale green streaks in her hair her grandmother had.
Description: Aileen is short, standing at about five three. Her vibrant, fox-colored hair is streaked with the same green as her eyes. Added to pale skin, slightly pointed ears and an almost catlike face, she has a very elvish appearance.
Personality/About: The firey redhead seems to be a magnet for the injured, and a bleeding heart as well. She can't stand seeing anyone in pain (physical or emotional) and will do whatever she can to help--even if she hated their guts. She was raised and trained to use her gift by her grandmother from about age ten when her talent manifested.
The only time her healing nature doesn't apply is if she dealt the damage herself. If she's attacked, or someone she cares about is, she'll defend herself at any cost--she's sweet and sappy, not stupid. She's not cruel either, though--she'll call an ambulance and the police immediately after.
Strengths: She's a quick study, making up for her inability to deal with sickness or poison. Through rough training at the hands of her grandfather, she can hold her own in a fight
Weaknesses:She can't heal illnesses, poisons, or herself. For that, she has to go into her books. She also can't take pain away-- in fact, speeding the process makes it more painful the faster she works. On the upside, said pain lasts hours or a couple days instead of weeks, months, or longer. Though relatively strong, she isn't very fast, relying on her cleverness and strength to defend herself
Fears: Above all else, she fears she'll be found out as something other than human. Her grandparents told her stories of the changes the mysterious Lab they worked for had made, and is absolutely terrified of being caught. So much so, her other fears (spiders, failing to save someone, dying because she was left alone and can't heal herself) are things she'd rather face--she would rather be beaten to death by Aragog than get caught.
Writing Sample:(ten years ago) Aileen smiled softly, coaxing a frightened child from the cabinet under her grandmother's sink. The poor kid clutched tightly at his broken arm, shaking from head to toe as she led him back to the front room. "It's okay, Gramma Evelyn is gonna fix it. She's not going to hurt you, it's alright."
"She grabbed my arm!" The boy wailed, sniffling and holding his arm like it might fall off if he didn't, "Hurt... It hurt, Miss Ai!"
Aileen sighed, her hair falling in front of her face," I know, but she needs to know where it's broken, so she can fix it. She's not gonna hurt you, I promise. Once she knows where it is, it won't hurt. She'll fix it that quick, okay?" She got the boy sitting in front of her grandma; Miss Evelyn Tracey smiled, the deep lines that framed it softening her face more--the sweet old lady seldom frowned now, though the lines across her forehead said she once frowned with worry too often. Her red hair was very pale, looking more like shiny copper lace now than the thick, dark curls she once had. The green streaks were also faded, a pale silver now. She patted the boy's knee, gently taking his arm once more. With quick fingers, she felt for the break, tightening her grip only slightly when the poor child tried to pull away.
"I know, honey. I know. Just close your eyes now, not gonna hurt...." With quick movements she set the bone; the boy didn't even flinch. No whimpers, no tensed muscles. This was Evelyn's primary gift; to pull pain away while she healed. Aileen watched in awe as she worked, after a few moments wrapping his arm tightly and helping him into a sling. It didn't seem like she'd done anything, but The younger Tracey knew better. She knew very well that even as the boy walked out, led by his mother, Evelyn's work was still going strong. By the time they got home, the boy's arm would be half healed. In a few days, he could unwrap it.
Aileen cried out, a sharp pain shooting along her back. Her eyes dulled, and she took off running toward the garage where her grandfather was. Without thinking she dropped to his side, pressing her hands to his back. The box he'd been moving had tilted too far over his head, sending him reeling and slamming into his work table before collapsing to the floor. She shook with the pain she felt from it, her eyes closing as she sought the damage. Her grandfather screamed and cursed, unable to move as Aileen healed his back. As he relaxed, after hours of instinctive work, she fell sideways, unconscious.
Age: 20
Gender: female
Mutation Appearance: With the mutation, she inherited the pale green streaks in her hair her grandmother had.
Description: Aileen is short, standing at about five three. Her vibrant, fox-colored hair is streaked with the same green as her eyes. Added to pale skin, slightly pointed ears and an almost catlike face, she has a very elvish appearance.
Personality/About: The firey redhead seems to be a magnet for the injured, and a bleeding heart as well. She can't stand seeing anyone in pain (physical or emotional) and will do whatever she can to help--even if she hated their guts. She was raised and trained to use her gift by her grandmother from about age ten when her talent manifested.
The only time her healing nature doesn't apply is if she dealt the damage herself. If she's attacked, or someone she cares about is, she'll defend herself at any cost--she's sweet and sappy, not stupid. She's not cruel either, though--she'll call an ambulance and the police immediately after.
Strengths: She's a quick study, making up for her inability to deal with sickness or poison. Through rough training at the hands of her grandfather, she can hold her own in a fight
Weaknesses:She can't heal illnesses, poisons, or herself. For that, she has to go into her books. She also can't take pain away-- in fact, speeding the process makes it more painful the faster she works. On the upside, said pain lasts hours or a couple days instead of weeks, months, or longer. Though relatively strong, she isn't very fast, relying on her cleverness and strength to defend herself
Fears: Above all else, she fears she'll be found out as something other than human. Her grandparents told her stories of the changes the mysterious Lab they worked for had made, and is absolutely terrified of being caught. So much so, her other fears (spiders, failing to save someone, dying because she was left alone and can't heal herself) are things she'd rather face--she would rather be beaten to death by Aragog than get caught.
Writing Sample:(ten years ago) Aileen smiled softly, coaxing a frightened child from the cabinet under her grandmother's sink. The poor kid clutched tightly at his broken arm, shaking from head to toe as she led him back to the front room. "It's okay, Gramma Evelyn is gonna fix it. She's not going to hurt you, it's alright."
"She grabbed my arm!" The boy wailed, sniffling and holding his arm like it might fall off if he didn't, "Hurt... It hurt, Miss Ai!"
Aileen sighed, her hair falling in front of her face," I know, but she needs to know where it's broken, so she can fix it. She's not gonna hurt you, I promise. Once she knows where it is, it won't hurt. She'll fix it that quick, okay?" She got the boy sitting in front of her grandma; Miss Evelyn Tracey smiled, the deep lines that framed it softening her face more--the sweet old lady seldom frowned now, though the lines across her forehead said she once frowned with worry too often. Her red hair was very pale, looking more like shiny copper lace now than the thick, dark curls she once had. The green streaks were also faded, a pale silver now. She patted the boy's knee, gently taking his arm once more. With quick fingers, she felt for the break, tightening her grip only slightly when the poor child tried to pull away.
"I know, honey. I know. Just close your eyes now, not gonna hurt...." With quick movements she set the bone; the boy didn't even flinch. No whimpers, no tensed muscles. This was Evelyn's primary gift; to pull pain away while she healed. Aileen watched in awe as she worked, after a few moments wrapping his arm tightly and helping him into a sling. It didn't seem like she'd done anything, but The younger Tracey knew better. She knew very well that even as the boy walked out, led by his mother, Evelyn's work was still going strong. By the time they got home, the boy's arm would be half healed. In a few days, he could unwrap it.
Aileen cried out, a sharp pain shooting along her back. Her eyes dulled, and she took off running toward the garage where her grandfather was. Without thinking she dropped to his side, pressing her hands to his back. The box he'd been moving had tilted too far over his head, sending him reeling and slamming into his work table before collapsing to the floor. She shook with the pain she felt from it, her eyes closing as she sought the damage. Her grandfather screamed and cursed, unable to move as Aileen healed his back. As he relaxed, after hours of instinctive work, she fell sideways, unconscious.
