Role: Advisor
Age: 16
Appearance:
(Wings: http://afishblog.com/wp-admin/images/wa ... atross.jpg)
Mercy is tall and slender, as per her genetic nature, with large brown eyes and a small mouth. She has soft brown hair that she keeps cut very short. Her skin is pale, and she freckles only slightly and intermittently despite exposure to the sun. Her uniform inside the School is a pale blue t-shirt that reaches to her knees. It has been stained and patched almost beyond recognition, and it has two slits through which she fits her wings. When she is outside of the school, she refuses to wear a skirt on personal principle, but prefers instead jeans and combat boots. She wears most any shirt she can find, although she prefers long-sleeved t-shirts or tank tops. She has a leather thong that she wears around her neck to carry small items, like keys or pouches of medicine. She has a black sweatshirt that she wears when it is cold, but prefers to fly without it.
Her wings are long and thin, white with patterns of dark brown and gray near the tips.
Personality: Because of her empathy training by the school, Mercy is overly gentle unless provoked. She is level-headed and caring, and has innate common sense and intuition. Mercy is practical and intelligent, and highly resourceful. She can sometimes be devoid of passion, but is never devoid of emotion
Likes: Food, flying, the outdoors, people, her family, security, the cold
Dislikes: The School, running, being stationary, blood, the color orange, anything relating to torture, hot sauce
Fears: Death of a family member, being heavily injured, hunger, pain, chemicals, vomiting
Crush: TBD
Power: "Mirage"/Illusion - Mercy can create localized visual hallucinations. They are relatively short and weak, but she's developing her skills.
History: Mercy got her name when she was four. After a particularly brutal attendant took a blood sample, she attacked him, eliciting her would-be name from his lips. Although she started as relatively violent, she became docile over the years due to conditioning and training from the School. She developed long-term relationships with the avians around her, and is now a key member in their survival.
Roleplay Sample:
There was a pause. It cut through the air like a knife and Mercy's breath caught in her throat for the briefest moment. And then there was the crash. It was not a bump, it was an avalanche, a sea of metal collapsing in on itself and pooling outwards. Mercy stepped back, grabbing her younger friend around the torso and hefting upwards. Her wings unfurled and caught the wind, and they were propelled yards backwards. While in the air, Mercy saw the building - a temporary home, but a home nevertheless - as it collapsed. Her arms clasped around her companion, and she shifted to accommodate the downy wings. Her wings pumped, pushed the air down and she rose into the sky.
Dots moved out from the building. They were not subtle, roaring and grumbling at a lost chance. Mercy gasped, feeling the combined weight of the person she was lifting and the emotional baggage of seeing a mass of concrete and steel collapse because of her. And she fell a few feet before propelling the two of them further. She felt her ward squirm in her arms and she shifted her weight so they were soaring. "I'm going to let you go. Can you.. can you handle it?" She shouted over the wind. He nodded, and she loosened her arms - feeling the trepidation at letting her family drop like a rock - eventually letting the small form go. She dipped down, ready to catch him as he unfurled his wings and took off. A few drops of blood from his shoulder spattered against her face and she pumped furiously to catch up. "Be careful!" She screamed into the wind, keeping a careful eye.