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Lenna Moonstar

Danielle Moonstar

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a character in “the new mutants”, as played by mombie

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lenna moonstar



nicknames. xxx lenny (she hates it)

alias. xxxxxxx.lx mirage

age. xlllllxxxllllxx 18

gender. xxxxxllx female

sexuality. xxllxx heterosexual, demisexual

hex. xxxxxxxxxx #76624e




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persona



dangerous, competitive, leader, protective, brutally honest, vengeful
Quiet isn't a term that would justify Moonstar, yet it is not entirely misplaced, either. The right person can't get her to shut her mouth, and others can't seem to get her to talk. However, when she does open her mouth, what falls from it is nothing short of the brutal truth - no matter what form it should take. In her head, Moonstar means well, but she's fully aware of her abrasiveness and how it often repels others. Coupled with an extremely competitive nature, all of her traits require a strong mind to befriend. On one hand, she will never lie to your face. On the other, you may just hear the harsh truth of everything you've been trying to run from. She's the friend you want when times are rough, but not the friend you need when emotional support is desirable. She has an uncanny ability to isolate herself from people, and that's just fine. To her, friends are unnecessary in the grand scheme of things. At least, that is what she is going to say when everyone is looking at her. When the lights go off and the world closes its eyes, she often feels... sad. Alone would be a perfect word for this emotion, but she doesn't want to change herself to please anyone.


Despite all of these things, she's a born leader. That is likely why she can seem so unempathetic or lacking in sympathy - a true leader must often leave their emotions behind for the better of everyone. She is shaped by hope. Hope for something better for everyone no matter what the cost. There must be hope, but she doesn't believe that the goodness of her heart will be able to create that future for mutants for generations to come. Blood was going to have to be shed. Vengeance will be had. Whilst hope shapes her heart, retribution slithers through her veins and it boils in her blood. Yes, Moonstar is kind, but she is deadly because this world has shown her that she must take what she wants.

She will protect those that she would call friends and even those that were so fucking annoying she wanted to choke them herself. Lenna isn't going to lay down and take anything, and she won't allow her peers to, either. If blood has to run through the streets to protect both herself and others, then that is what must be done. If the world of Humans had to die to make way for Mutants, then she will build towers of their bones and call it home. Genetics clearly seeks out an evolution of the species, and Magneto would be proud.

In her mind, a better place for them can never be a place where they can coexist with humans. People around her know that she is a zealot advocate of cleansing of the Human race, and she doesn't bother to hide her disdain for them. Well - maybe THAT'S the reason people don't want to be around her.
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abilities



Lenna was genetically constructed with the DNA of Danielle Moonstar, a Psi Mutant. First and foremost, her most developed ability is creating a psionic bow complete with arrows. She can also project psionic bullets and bolts. These projections are the most trained of her mutant powers, as they tend to come with less stress and mental and physical strain than the others. Unlike her other mutations, she can summon these quicker and more instinctively, which grants her more maneuverability in ever-changing and swift combat situations. A minor, and probably most overlooked ability, is that she can telepathically chit-chat with animals. Yay.

Moonstar's danger sense is a mere instinctive ability, and it comes second nature to her. While Lenna isn't quite certain as to how she can tell there is danger approaching, she just can. It's a gut feeling - a strange sensation that washes over her body and instantly tells her that something is wrong.

Lenna's least trained, and perhaps most tasking abilities have a lot to do with creating solid objects out of psionic energy, using telepathy, and creating illusions. All of these things can be done on an abysmally small scale, but she doesn't like her telepathy. She doesn't like it one bit. It gives her a headache, and quite frankly - she doesn't want to know what lives in someone's head. She certainly doesn't want anyone to know what lives in hers. In regards to her illusions, the ones she can manage to craft are like small magic show tricks compared to the Mutant she was created from.




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So begins...

Lenna Moonstar's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: evangeline marie Character Portrait: Jean LeBeau Character Portrait: Isaac Lewis Character Portrait: beck howlett Character Portrait: Isabel Torres Character Portrait: arthur munroe
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F R A N C I S D A R K H Ö L M E
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mystique | #5c7790 | outfit

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L E N N A M O O N S T A R
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danny moonstar | #76624e | outfit

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Imagine this: isolating people, giving them comfort, a feeling of security, a sense of family even if they were not blood. Now, imagine that they begin to note betrayal in these same people - the ones that were supposed to take care of them. The nurses, in particular. Imagine if these so-called caretakers would stand idly by as young adults were ordered to death for nothing. Both Francis and Lenna were bitter about the whole thing; but Lenna was more so than Morpho. You see, Francis took like in stride. He had believed, a long time ago, that this was it for him. Not Lenna, though. She wanted more. She believed that there was something out there for them.

Lenna had built great friendships with her peers, but she grew livid beyond rationality. Her relationships, even among the nurses, were beginning to suffer. She screamed at them, kicked, bit - did whatever it is that she wanted to do just to spite them. They didn't blame her. They weren't even angry with her. Something in her gut settled in her gut, a heavy stone, and it became a restlessness that morphed into uncontrolled bitterness. Slowly but surely, even her closest friend began to back off. She dreamed of killing the nurses.

Francis was a little more rational, and that was for the best. No one needed two angry young adults in the cells next to each other. He tried his best to calm Lenna down, but she was a beast. Moreso than Isabel, her once best pal. All Lenna needed was to sprout some claws and grow some canines and she'd rival Sabretooth. Francis preferred to take things easy in this life; hang out in the cells, sweet-talk the beautiful ladies and annoy the men. He was as charming as ever, even behind bars and between thick walls. If was raised in this place, and even though he began to wonder about what happened outside of all of this - if there was outside of all of this - he was in for the ride, playing the game, enjoying the ladies and taking what he can get out of this life. It was never hard for him.

When he heard that some of the nurses would help them escape the death order, he wasn't overly surprised. People did actually care for them. He also wasn't stunned that there were those few that would just allow it to happen. They didn't deserve death. None of them had ever done anything wrong. The only real monstrosity in this place was the bullshit they put on television. Now, someone around here should die for subjecting them to that.

The day had come; the one in which they would escape. One of the nurses came to unlock his door. Francis stepped out, but he could see the look on her face when she peered at Lenna's cell door. "Don't worry, I will do it. You go now, and thank you." He tossed her that signature grin of his; it was cute and flirty, but not genuine in its friendliness. She'd offer him a bit more information, especially where to find the others that would be waiting for them. Then she left, not wanting to face the wrath of an angry woman when she was released. That would mean certain death, and Lenna often threatened to kill her on the daily. Hourly, even.

Then the security lights started to flash, and he looked behind him as he stepped toward Lenna's cell. "You're not going to bite me if I open this cell, are you?"he inquired, a raised brow and that same stupid grin. She would bite him if he gave her the opportunity to do so. He knew that for a fact.

"Let me out, and we will see," she growled viciously at him, locking eyes with Francis. He liked that about her, though - a little diabolical, angry. It's kind of hot, really.

"Lenna, Lenna. The nurses are here to help us. Remember? Don't kill them. I know that you are angry, but the guards are the ones that have the orders," he chuckled at that, unlocking the door for her. He'd need her because she was an excellent marksman, and she could help him avoid the dangerous parts of the building with her Danger Sense. Both of them had been practicing their abilities in secret, and they were decent. Enough to get through this place.

Lenna walked out slowly, reaching out toward Isabel through the telepathy they both shared, Francis and I will be on our way toward wherever you are. Don't fucking leave us here, please.

Then they began to run, and they ran like hell. Slowly, Francis' body began to shift into that very nurse that had let them go. He assumed all but her voice, of course, because there was no need for it. Lenna fell way behind him, opting to see if they can sneak their way through and avoid violence. Not that Lenna cared, she wanted it. A lot. To feel a human's breath give beneath her palms would be... elating.

Francis encountered some guards immediately, and he slowed to a rushed walk. After signaling for Lenna to stay where she was, he just held both of his hands up - still under the physical guise of the nurse. Just as the armed men were about to move on, psionic bolts in the form of arrows slaughtered all three of them. They were extremely precise, and one came after the other in quick succession. Their bodies dropped to the floor, and Francis turned around, his figure melting back into - well, himself, his eyes trained on Lenna with a 'what the fuck' expression.

"They fucking deserved it. Don't look at me like that. They would kill both of us without a fucking thought!" She yelled at him, and he put up both of his hands as she seemed to point her psionic bow and arrow pair at him. He could feel the anger rolling off of her, and he understood it. He knew that if he stood in her way, all of this rage would blind her and he'd be like the guards. He could kick ass, but he wasn't going to try and outrun anything she threw at him.

"Lenna, I'm not your enemy. Lenna, put it down," he pled with her a bit. There had to be some reason still inside of her, but he couldn't get to it. He had to before they met up with the others. The others were not like her. They were not filled with this sort of... animosity toward the world. Lenna was just... out for blood.

Lenna was breathing hard; her world painted with a deep red filter. Francis wasn't to blame for any of this. None of them were. The weapons dissipated and the standstill between them came to an end. The pair ran, avoiding certain halls with Lenna's Danger Sense and slipping past some guards with Francis' ability to shift into that nurse. They'd catch up to the others eventually, and when they did - Francis apologized for their tardiness but left out the fact that Lenna murdered three guards unnecessarily. He could hold that over her head later.

He gave little grins to the ladies in the space with him. He couldn't help himself. Even in the face of great danger, he was down to flirt. Lenna, however, just didn't speak to anyone. There was no point. She had nothing in common with these people anymore, and she felt far removed from her peers. That was the seething hatred for everything in her creating this distance in the last few weeks. No one was really enthusiastic about her zealous views on human extermination. No one.

The pair followed the rest out. Lenna spoke only once, and that is when she stepped over the body of the guard that Eva had killed. She spat on his limp body, bent down, and seized his radio, "Dead. You're all going to be d-" But before she could continue with her threatening message, Francis snatched the radio away from her, snared her wrist in his hand, and tugged her along behind the others.

Maybe they should have kept Lenna inside. Of course, none of them knew where they were going. What was out there?