Post by Chevonne Delaney on Mar 15, 2015 22:43:48 GMT -5
Reviewed by: Rayne
Accepted by: Rayne
17 March 2015
Chevonne Isabel Delaney
Full Name- Chevonne Isabel Delaney
Gender- Female
Age- 28
Date of Birth- March 16, 1986
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- New York
Celebrity Claim- Daddario, Alexandra
What should we call you?- Jennz or Faith (my chatango name is lostslayerfaith)
Play anyone else?- Nope
Have You Read the Rules?- LEGALIZE MEDICAL UNICORN
Personality-
Chevonne started out as a happy child. Though events in her life have caused her to become more introverted, the happy girl does get to peek through now and then. Sometimes she can seem to be moody, but mostly that is part of her just isolating herself.
Chevonne is a pretty nice girl. Down to earth and likable for the most part. She was raised to have manners and behave. However, she also had a big brother who taught her how to take care of herself. Chevonne can have a sarcastic wit and attitude sometimes that she gets from her brother. She also doesn't like to take shit from people. She will stand up for herself.
Having a brother who was a few years older than her, she liked to follow him around and pester him whenever she could. He taught her a lot though and she knows how to handle people. She knows when to play nice and when it's time to get tough. She is very good at being able to move back and forth between being the good girl and the tough girl.
She is currently looking for some direction in her life.
Overall, she's not overly friendly but she's not a bitch either.
Likes-
Computers
Weapons
Alcohol
Motorcycles
A good steak dinner
Dislikes-
Being underestimated
People who think she can't do things because she's a girl
Being disrespected
Liars
Snakes, she really, really hates snakes
Abilities/Powers/Skills-
Technopathy/Mechanical Manipulation
Chevonne is what some have termed a technopath. She has an extraordinary ability to operate or fix things. Pretty much anything electronic or mechanical she can figure out within moments. Computers and any other similar technology like phones, iPads, iPods, PDAs, TVs, etc.. Mechanical equipment, which include weaponry, vehicles, appliances other machines.
It's similar to a psychic ability that somehow allows her to mentally communicate with devices. She doesn't even know how it works. It just does. She can take things apart, put them back together, alter them, fix them, and enhance them.
Chevonne also has an eidetic or photographic memory.
Strengths-
Can think quickly under pressure
Good with weapons
Highly intelligent
Feisty
Independent
Skills-
Computer expert
Mechanically Inclined
Martial Arts Training (from ex-Marine brother)
Limits-
In order for her abilities to work she has to either be able to touch the object or be connected to it in some manner. Like she can access technology via a computer interface of some kind.
Most mechanical items she has to be in physical contact with unless they have a computer chip and then she can access them remotely using some kind of electronic device to connect to the item.
Chevonne's power is also limited particularly with the mechanical part. The more complex the machine the more energy and mental power it takes. It also depends on what she is trying to do with the object. For example, if she is just trying to fire a weapon or fly a helicopter that is much easier than say, trying to take apart and rebuild a helicopter.
Weaknesses-
Stubborn as a mule
Not as physically strong as others (she can use her size to her advantage though)
Can be reckless
Not very patient
She is a passionate person and has to work on keeping her emotions in check
Flaws-
Uses drugs and alcohol to escape
Has some rejection/abandonment issues
Despite being extremely smart and well educated she has no direction in life and is kind of a lost little girl
Appearance-
Chevonne is somewhat tall for a woman, not quite model tall but still at 5'8" she got a long slender body. She is not overly skinny, curves in the right places, athletic and trim.
Her hair is a very dark, sable brown, shiny and soft to the touch. She has remarkably clear, pale blue eyes the color of an arctic glacier with starburst rays of white running through them.
Chevonne has light pale skin, but not overly so. It's smooth and clean and evenly toned. No freckles or that look of transparency that some fair skinned people have.
Faction- Neutral (to start)
Birthplace- Sweetwater, Texas
Mother- Katerina Delaney ('nee Jankovic)/37 at time of death ins 2003/Civilian
Father- Vincent Delaney/37 at time of Death in 2003/Civilian
Siblings- Cole Delaney/30/Ex-Military/Unknown Could Have Some Abilities, is Currently Missing.
Spouse / Partner- None
Children- None
History-
Chevonne's early years were spent growing up on the family ranch in west Texas. She spent a lot of time following her older brother Cole around, generally being a pain in his backside. Though, in reality... he loved his baby sister to death and she knew it. She had him wrapped around her little finger. Everything was pretty normal for her, a good childhood up until she was thirteen years old.
When she was thirteen, her older brother Cole had turned eighteen and decided that he needed to do something honorable by serving his country. He left the family and joined the Marines. The first couple years while her brother was away continued to be fairly normal for Chevonne. Though she missed her big brother greatly, she still went to school, had friends, rode her horses, and enjoyed her life on the ranch with her parents.
Everything stayed good and on track until she was seventeen. Then her life was turned upside down. It was the summer before her senior year in high school. She was pretty excited about that. But, one day when she had gone with some friends to the lake, she came home to a horrible scene. There were flashing lights of police cars, fire trucks and ambulances surrounding their home.
Running up the long driveway from where she had been dropped off, she tried to get inside the house but was stopped by a police officer. She was frantic. All she wanted was to get inside, to see her parents and make sure they were OK. But, everything was not OK. The police man told her that she couldn't go inside. That something terrible had happened. Her mother and father were dead. It had looked like her father killed her mother and then killed himself. The theory was that he was struck by a mysterious illness and had gone insane.
Chevonne didn't believe it for a second.
Chevonne was allowed to stay with the family of one of her friends while law enforcement tried to contact her brother Cole. It took some doing as he was overseas and on some type of covert mission where they were not able to contact him. When her brother was finally contacted and able to get home, it had been weeks since the incident.
Finally, the brother and sister were reunited. Chevonne could tell that her brother had changed. His time in the military had taken its toll on him. To come home to find out his parents were dead and the circumstances surrounding that didn't help his demeanor. Of course, when he saw Chevonne, he tried to hide all that inside him, but she could see it in his eyes.
Cole had already decided to leave the military. But, now he wasn't sure what to do. He knew he had to help take care of Chevonne. However, he had a restless streak. For the next several months he did his best to make sure that Chevonne stayed on track and finished high school.
Chevonne was an extremely bright girl and had always gotten straight A's in school. With her brother's help, she was able to continue that. School actually came easy to her. Graduating at the top of her class, (the photographic memory comes in handy) Chevonne then went on to college at MIT in Cambridge, MA where she got advanced degrees in Engineering and Computer Science, again graduating at the top of her class.
While Chevonne was getting her education, Cole initially stayed in close contact with her. As time went on though, he started to drift away. By the time she graduated, Chevonne hadn't heard from her brother at all in almost six months. He didn't come to her graduation. This was just another blow to her. On top of the mystery surrounding her parents' deaths, her brother now seemed to be missing.
Having made it through school, she found herself alone in the world. She didn't know what to do. She started to act out and become a little bit reckless.
Chevonne had some money from her parents' life insurance and savings that she had inherited, along with the proceeds from the sale of their ranch. She lived on that as she drifted around the country, traveling and moving from one party to the next. She started experimenting with drugs and drinking. She didn't really care at first. There is a fine line between drug abuse and a true addict. Chevonne was walking it.
Most recently, Chevonne started to notice some strange abilities. She had always been extremely smart, good with math, computers, and mechanical things. These were the reasons she got her degree in Engineering and Computer Science, but this was something more.
The things that started happening were way beyond just being able to tinker with things or being a computer whiz. It was almost like she could communicate with these objects. So, along with trying to figure out the mystery of her family, she was searching for something else. Something that could help her understand what was happening to her.
Anything else?- I was here before. Application is the same as it was then. Starting fresh though, no board history unless someone wants to include something. Talked to Rayne about a plot idea so, her faction could change if needed.
Sample RP-
Chevonne wheeled into the parking lot, maneuvering the big SUV into a parking spot as smoothly as a race car driver enters pit lane. She popped out of the vehicle and hit the button on her key fob to lock it and set the alarm. The chirp chirp and flash of lights confirmed it was set.
Striding across the parking lot, she stuffed the keys into the pocket of her sweatshirt. She was dressed casually in black jeans, a t-shirt, a hooded sweatshirt with an old rock band logo that was big when she was just a kid, and her well worn, perfectly broken in, combat style jump boots.
It had been a long day—hell, it had been a long freaking week. She needed ice cream stat!
Hence the reason for the late night shopping trip.
Chevonne was now pushing a shopping cart through the grocery store at one o'clock in the morning. Thank goodness for the invention of the twenty-four hour grocery store. The plan had been to just run in and grab some ice cream but, as she walked in the door she spied the carts and grabbed one. She figured she might as well get some actual grocery shopping done too and found herself drifting up and down the various aisles. However, the contents of her cart were probably broadcasting her state of mind loud and clear.
So far she had filled the cart with Mountain Dew, Dr. Pepper, Doritos, a variety of Little Debbie products, some frozen onion rings and deep fried cheese sticks along with various other assorted junk food items. Oh, the ice cream was there too. Three different varieties. She couldn't come to a decision on the flavor so she dumped all three into her cart.
She was lost in her own thoughts as she entered the produce section. A slight sigh escaped her and a pang of guilt touched her as she looked down into her cart. She looked back up to see the displays of fresh fruits and vegetables all around her. Sheepishly she pushed the cart over to one the displays. Grabbing a bag of red delicious apples she went to toss them into her cart when the bag broke and the apples went tumbling out all over the floor.
Hands on her hips she looked down at the scattered apples.
"For fuck's sake. Apparently, I wasn't meant to eat anything healthy tonight."
Frowning, she looked around too see if anyone was watching. Raking a hand through her long dark hair and scanning the area, a short internal debate commenced as she wondered if anyone had seen. No one seemed to have noticed. There wasn't even anyone in her general area. Maybe she could just move away quickly and leave them there. She shook her head. That wasn't going to happen. It wasn't her style.
Crouching down, she continued to mutter to herself as she started picking up the apples, stuffing them one by one back into the broken bag, juggling the bag as it got fuller and heavier.