Post by Madeliene Descoteaux on Sept 1, 2014 1:12:00 GMT -5
Madeliene Descoteaux
Full Name- Madeliene Descoteaux
Gender- Female
Age- 18
Date of Birth- 08 March, 1996
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- Transient
Celebrity Claim- Palvin, Barbara
What should we call you?- Mindy G
Play anyone else?- N/A
Have You Read the Rules?- Wait, I gotta go milk the cat.
Personality-
Madeliene is an introverted and quiet young woman who is often ‘too serious’ and carries a silent pessimism. She is prone to worry and while she does not often express it, her dark brows are usually furrowed ever so gently with her concern. When stressed she can be borderline neurotic.
Socially demure and timid, Madeliene has only become more withdrawn and wary since the manifestation of her deadly abilities. She will flinch away at almost any physical contact and hardly speaks at all.
Regarding herself as a danger to those around her, Madeliene’s self-confidence has plummeted since her abilities appeared and she has begun to emotionally distance herself from anyone who attempts to earn her trust for fear of causing them harm.
Abilities/Powers/Skills-
Powers
Atrophy- In response to stress Madeliene’s body produces a low level field of currently unidentified radiation which extends 1” – 3” from her skin. This form of radiation appears to be part of the EM band and with deadly biogenic properties which consumes matter at the subatomic level. In effect, this power appears to give her the ability to cause accelerated decay with a touch.
At the present time the extent of this atrophy has varied in degree; from withering a human arm in minutes after contact to rusting the panel of a car at its most extreme.
The effect seems to currently be driven by adrenaline and activates without Madeliene’s control when she is frightened, stressed or anxious.
Skills
Multi-lingual- French/English
Madeliene has been learning written and spoken English in school, but her communication is not fluent and her reading is rudimentary.
Musical Instrument- Cello
Taking lesson since her early teens, Madeliene is able to play the cello very well.
Driver’s License-
Having only recently acquired her legal license, Madeliene can only drive with an automatic transmission.
Limits-
Synthetic Materials- Madeliene has already encountered the evidence that her ability is dramatically slowed or ineffective against non-biodegradable materials such as polymer plastics, altered metals and ceramics like carbon fibre, Kevlar, silicon and unnatural components.
Anatomical Damage- Seemingly not unaffected by her own ability, Madeliene has manifested painful lesions on her skin when producing high levels of radiation. Since the majority of contact and transfer has been through her hands, the majority of the damage covers here and extends partially up the forearms. It is not known what an extended or concentrated surge of her power would do to her body or if this is merely a transition.
Appearance-
A petite young woman, Madeliene is diminutive in both stature and build. Standing only 5’5ft tall and weighing little over 112lbs she does not have strong muscle definition, but rather delicate hips, pronounced collarbones and a modest bust. Her wrists and ankles are fine and her hands are long fingered.
She has elegant facial features set into an oval-shaped face with a defined jawline and chin. Her brows are thin and dark, framing her chocolate brown eyes. She has a straight nose and full lips. Her complexion is clear and pale.
She wears her slightly wavy, dark brown hair tousled, its length often loose down her shoulders to the middle of her back.
Since the manifestation of her powers, Madeliene’s hands and forearms have been badly damaged with lesions which form shallow craters in her palms, the pads of her fingertips, the backs of the hand and mottling upwards past the wrists. Her once manicured nails are blackened or dying and some have fallen out completely, leaving raw beds. She keeps her fingers, hands and forearms tightly bandaged and covers the dressings with gloves.
Faction- Neutral
Birthplace- Rennes, Brittany, France
Mother- Colette Descoteaux/ 43/ Deceased/ Civilian
Father- Gerard Descoteaux / 52/ Arcitect/ Civilian
Siblings- None
Spouse / Partner- None
Children- None
History-
The only daughter of upper-class parents, Madeliene was cherished by her father and grew up in a loving household. She was a well-mannered and courteous child who strived to make her mother and father proud.
As a senior student in her final year of high school she took her education seriously and constantly strived for the highest grades in order to qualify for her intended career as a veterinarian. While she did have a social circle of friends consisting of other girls her age, she was not as active as her peers and somewhat shy.
Three months after her eighteenth birthday Madeliene passed her driver’s license test and her father bought her a small car as a present. Although a little nervous on the road, she was a careful driver and took pride in her new independence.
It was only recently when she was driving with her mother that a drunk driver caused her to swerve off a bridge near her home and plunge into a river.
Madeliene found herself trapped inside the car in seconds as it sunk underwater, unable to force any of the doors open or break the glass to escape. Frantic and screaming for her mother who was unconscious, she fought to push at her door panel, terrified they would both drown as the car rapidly filled with water. While she fought for the last few inches of air and struggled, the life-threatening situation triggered her power and she was struck with a searing pain which radiated up her arms as she pushed on the door. Screaming out in agony, Madeliene was shocked to see the glass of her window cracking, clouding and giving way while the interior trim broke off and the metal panel of her door washed apart from rust which consumed it.
The water broke through in moments, flooding what was left of the car and Madeliene clawed for the surface. Choking and gasping, she made it to fresh air and was quickly pulled on board a rescue boat as emergency services arrived at the scene of the accident.
Still frightened and traumatised, Madeliene was horrified when the EMT who reached out to treat her bloodied and seemingly burnt hands cried out and recoiled as first the rubber glove on his hands, then his hand itself withered and rotted in front of her eyes. In a matter of minutes the man was rolling on the floor of the boat clutching the brittle bones of what was left of his arm and it was a small mercy that one of the officers had the sense to order the rest of the rescue team to keep away.
Even with the warning of what had occurred on the rescue boat, the doctors and nurses at the hospital were almost incapable of treating the distraught young woman. Despite double-gloving and even wearing full body protection suits they discovered they could not lay hands on her for more than a few seconds before their gloves would tear and break apart. Needles rusted when they tried to inject her with sedatives, snapping in her skin and even the gurney they tried restraining her on broke as it rusted.
They quarantined her and not even Madeliene’s father was allowed into the room. All he could do was try to comfort his daughter through the glass as she sobbed on the other side.
No one understood what the phenomena was surrounding the girl, some providing an explanation that she had been exposed to a new kind of bacteria or radioactive material. Calling the local police to put her under guard, the doctors began to discuss alerting the government as fears started to arise of a new chemical weapon or terrorism threat. For almost two days she was isolated.
During those two days the destruction ebbed and spiked around Madeliene as she went from being curled up on the rotted mattress on the floor to beating at the glass of the room in tears and during that containment both the doctors and Madeliene came to realise that this effect was not constant around the girl. At times when she paced around the room she seemed to be able to touch objects without causing them to be destroyed and some materials such as the nylon curtains appeared resistant to it. Samples were taken from items in her room and under a microscope it became apparent that only the organic components were being affected. Meanwhile, frightened of further harming anyone else, Madeliene tried to keep calm, but the stress of the situation only made her hands blister worse.
It was in the middle of the third night that her father woke her by attacking one of the officers guarding her hospital room, holding the man at gunpoint as he forced him to unlocked the door during a shift change.
Leading her out of the hospital swaddled in surgical scrubs and trying to keep his daughter calm, Gerard told Madeliene that the police were going to alert the government about her and that she needed to flee the country now before national security made it too difficult. Once Interpol had her picture spread throughout every airport in Europe she would be trapped.
He gave her a suitcase of her things from home and produced a fake set of I.Ds bearing the name ‘Emille Leblanc’. Handing her all the money he had been able to gather, her father gave her a plane ticket from Luton Airport in England and told her he loved her no matter what.
Unable to even give her father one last embrace, Madeliene ran as fast as she could…
Anything else?- Since fleeing Europe, an Interpol Alert has since been issued for Madeliene Descoteaux and a report detailing the events which took place at the hospital in Rennes, including the doctor’s analysis, is attached.
She is wanted for questioning in regards to a possible terrorist threat, with a number of theories ranging from being the carrier of a radical new strain of virus to transporting radioactive isotopes are being investigated.
Any character attached to a government agency with access to Interpol records should be aware of this file and are encouraged to contact the above player (Mindy G) for further details.
Sample RP-
The other passengers shuffled past, dragged heavy luggage down from the overhead compartments and jostled for position in the aisle as they hurried to get off the plane after the long flight.
The dark-haired girl stayed riveted to her seat during the eruption of activity, her shoulders tightly hunched in on herself and her gloved hands clasped together tightly between denim-clad knees. She had yet to even unbuckle her belt; instead she stayed pressed to the window with her eyes tightly closed and her dark lashes fluttering as her body trembled.
The sound of passing conversations filled her ears as couples made their way past her seat; most were alien and sounded too sharp in English. She caught only key words here or there, what she thought might be ‘home’ or ‘house’ and ‘work’ or ‘gift’. A part of her desperately wished she could hear her father’s tenor among them. What she would give just to hear him talk about a new split-level design or wrestling with modifying a simple window to fit some client’s desire. Even a stranger’s voice in her native tongue would be soothing.
That dreaded stinging heat was prickling under her skin like a fierce itch, growing worse every second she sat there, trying to keep her breaths deep and slow. Her fingers flexed between her knees as she fought the urge to scratch at her forearms- the open sores seemed to chafe under the bandages which all of a sudden were too coarse against the angry flesh. She felt it travel down the fine bones of her metacarpals, making her fingers tremble and all she could do was try to think of her dog, Paule. But the memory of the black, curly-coated Spaniel only made her heart twinge with a sharp pang of remorse, the attempt at happiness breaking apart like glass when she remembered she would probably never hold Paule again.
Feeling tears well in her lashes, she let out a shaking exhale and opened her brown eyes, lifting one hand to wipe at the saltwater as it rolled down her cheek. Inches in front of her face however, the girl froze still, staring at the palm of her black, woollen glove; it looked singed and moth-eaten, pieces of fabric crumbling away as she curled her fingers and the beige adhesive bandages underneath were blackening with blots of mould. She gasped at the sight and her heart leapt into her throat…
