Post by Binx on Oct 1, 2009 18:06:02 GMT -5
Identity: Jasmine Alice Larrivierre
Known to Public As: The Mad Hatter
Side: Villain
Pic:
(Only change: wears a green tie loosely about her neck. Black boots on her feet and black, fingerless hand gloves on her hands.)
Power Class: Psychic: Pure Telepathy
Powers: Lvl 1:
Carry up to 10lbs with their minds:
Mental Pound: With a sheer act of will, you push your enemy away from you.
Power Origin: Endowed.
Weight:125 lbs.
IQ: 130
Age: 17
Weakness(es): Cannot be within too close of a proximity of men unless it is to fight. She will panic and go into near-hysterics. Has a crippling phobia of anyone who looks remotely like either of her parents. Cannot face them. Very light-weight and easy to toss around or restrain. ADHD problem to the max. Often gets distracted by things at the most random times, including in fights. Easy to distract her from a fight or form attacking next.
Infamy: Lvl 1
Backstory: Jasmine Alice Larrivierre was born in Lafayette, Louisiana on November 13th, 1991. It only went to say that that day was a Friday. It had been an unlucky day for her family, it had been an unlucky day for society, and it had been an unlucky day for her. The first thing to catch the eye of the doctor and the nurses about her were the silver-blue of her eyes. They all had thought she was blind. They had taken the extra precautions, buying "Brail for Dummies" and other such books in preparation for the harder years to come. Despite the disability they assumed their baby girl had, Douglas and Michelle Larrivierre were starry-eyed at having a baby girl. After trying for the first ten years of their marriage for a girl which resulted in two boys, this was to be their last shot. They had prayed, devout Catholics as they were at the time, for their last try to make it. It was unfortunate that they had never heard the expression "Careful what you wish for." Apparently the saying covered prayers as well.
As the years rolled by and Alice reached her toddler years, they would notice strange things about her. She had always been a fitful baby, screaming and crying for one reason or another. They could go nowhere with her that was public. This was to be expected of most children, however. What did not fall under the "to be expected" list was objects flinging at her object of anger of their own accord. Fortunately, all of these objects were relatively light and were not thrown with much force, otherwise it could have been dangerous.
Worried, confused, and terrified of their own child, Douglas and Michelle consulted priest after priest to come in and look at her. Each time resulted in them going to near-exorcism actions. She would frighten them as one of her own personal games, just to make them leave her alone.
School was a nightmare. As hard as they tried to impress upon her that what she could do was not normal and that it was for her own safety she didn't do any of it while with the kids, Alice was still determined to outshine the others. She would attempt to impress her teachers by lifting small objects for them when they dropped something light or by getting something for them that was across the room. This did not go according to plan, however. The teachers reacted to her like a monster. They avoided eye-contact and called on anyone--anyone--other than her, even though she strove to be the best in the class and was more likely than not the only one who knew the answer or wanted to participate. Some even treated her cruelly by yelling at her for small things or keeping her inside for recess for nothing as a way to test dominance.
Outside of the classroom and onto the playground, she learned early on that there was no chance for friendship. No one would speak to her, and if they did, it was to call her "freak" or "psycho."
Maybe it was the continual name-calling or maybe it was the assent to it, or maybe it was just how she was born, but she did slowly begin to crack. Ever since her family had learned about her, they had treated her like a time bomb. They walked on egg-shells around her at all times. And then her baby sister was born...
Alice was shut from rooms, kept far away from baby Adrienne. She had seen her a total of three over the first year she had come home from the hospital. She had been forbidden to go anywhere near her. When Adrienne turned five and Alice was fourteen, she was allowed a little more time around her now that her little sister was sturdier and Alice was older and more in control of her "gift." Until that day... The day everything spun out of control for good...
One day, Alice and Adrienne were playing outside where their mother watched over them. She received a phone call and stepped inside for a time. As they ran around the yard, Adrienne fell and busted her lip on the concrete. She screamed in pain and cried. As her mother raced out, she looked at Alice in horror. Shoving her away from her bawling baby girl so roughly, she fell to the ground, Michelle lifted Adrienne and demanded to know what happened. Embarrassed at having fallen and only being a toddler with no notion of how this would affect Alice, she told her mother that Alice had thrown a rock at her. No matter how many times Alice told her it wasn't true, it was never taken into consideration. Michelle beat her. She beat her and beat her and beat her. She called her a bitch, she called her a piece of crap and a freak, she called her a mistake, a curse, a demon. She told Alice that she only had one daughter, and that was Adrienne. And when her father got home, it started all over again. Only his beatings were harder. He was an ex Marine.
After that day, she was locked away in her room. She went to school and she came back. That was all of her life until her Senior year of high school. She remembered thinking how she was ready to get out of school, how she was ready to be an adult, how she was ready to leave. Eventually, the thought just clicked. She didn't have to wait. She could leave now. Today. What was the point of finishing school? She had no talents, no desires for her life. Why wait?
That day she went home, her mother picking her up as always in stony, disgusted silence. Alice wasn't bothered by it anymore. It actually made her smile now. She thought it was funny. Especially today.
She waited for her father to come home that night. And then she did the forbidden: She left her room. She went into the kitchen where the family was having dinner. At first they didn't notice her. It wasn't a common sight anymore to see her. When they really noticed her, they began to curse and scream and her father rose, ready to discipline her again--HARD. But he never got the chance...
She didn't remember much from that night. She remembered laughing and laughing and laughing. Something was funny, she knew. Maybe it was all the red she remembered seeing. Everything had been red that night, and sticky. She remembered flashes of silver. The silverware maybe? She didn't know. She just knew she felt so happy and exhilarated. She did remember the shop, though. On her way out of town--What was the urgency of skipping town again?--she had seen a costume shop. In it, she had seen a pretty black dress. It was almost Halloween at the time. The dress wasn't what caught her eye, though. It was the green top hat. It reminded her of the Mad Hatter. She smiled, remembering how much she had loved that show when she was little. It was the only thing that really kept her quiet. She remembered using rocks to smash in the window and loud ringing noises. Next thing she knew, she was in the dress and the hat and even had a tie. She forgot where she got them from or how she paid for them, but she was halfway across the state before she noticed what she was wearing. Oh well.
And now here she was. It had been a long journey and it had taken a lot out of her. It was probably why she had paid attention to so little and was hardly lucid during that period. The shock, the change, the trauma. She was okay now. In fact, she was better than fine. She was fabulous. She saw her powers for what they were now. She had forgotten what she had done along the way to this city and what exactly she had gotten in exchange, but she did know she was getting pretty famous now. They called her "The Mad Hatter." It had taken her a LONG time to figure out they were talking about her, but she got it in the end when someone back in Kansas called her that and ran in fright. According to all the articles, she had taken everything and done just about everything imaginable. It had awed her. To be capable of such freedom... and solely because no one had the power to stand up to her, to stop her. Or if they did, they surely didn't have the balls. It had made her positively giddy. She was free. FREE! Everything was just out there waiting for her to take it! SHE WAS FREE! Freer than any bird or person anywhere!
And that was how it started. That was how the Mad Hatter of the real world really came to be, and how she comes to torment us today. The only question is: Can anyone stop her?
Known to Public As: The Mad Hatter
Side: Villain
Pic:
(Only change: wears a green tie loosely about her neck. Black boots on her feet and black, fingerless hand gloves on her hands.)
Power Class: Psychic: Pure Telepathy
Powers: Lvl 1:
Carry up to 10lbs with their minds:
Mental Pound: With a sheer act of will, you push your enemy away from you.
Power Origin: Endowed.
Weight:125 lbs.
IQ: 130
Age: 17
Weakness(es): Cannot be within too close of a proximity of men unless it is to fight. She will panic and go into near-hysterics. Has a crippling phobia of anyone who looks remotely like either of her parents. Cannot face them. Very light-weight and easy to toss around or restrain. ADHD problem to the max. Often gets distracted by things at the most random times, including in fights. Easy to distract her from a fight or form attacking next.
Infamy: Lvl 1
Backstory: Jasmine Alice Larrivierre was born in Lafayette, Louisiana on November 13th, 1991. It only went to say that that day was a Friday. It had been an unlucky day for her family, it had been an unlucky day for society, and it had been an unlucky day for her. The first thing to catch the eye of the doctor and the nurses about her were the silver-blue of her eyes. They all had thought she was blind. They had taken the extra precautions, buying "Brail for Dummies" and other such books in preparation for the harder years to come. Despite the disability they assumed their baby girl had, Douglas and Michelle Larrivierre were starry-eyed at having a baby girl. After trying for the first ten years of their marriage for a girl which resulted in two boys, this was to be their last shot. They had prayed, devout Catholics as they were at the time, for their last try to make it. It was unfortunate that they had never heard the expression "Careful what you wish for." Apparently the saying covered prayers as well.
As the years rolled by and Alice reached her toddler years, they would notice strange things about her. She had always been a fitful baby, screaming and crying for one reason or another. They could go nowhere with her that was public. This was to be expected of most children, however. What did not fall under the "to be expected" list was objects flinging at her object of anger of their own accord. Fortunately, all of these objects were relatively light and were not thrown with much force, otherwise it could have been dangerous.
Worried, confused, and terrified of their own child, Douglas and Michelle consulted priest after priest to come in and look at her. Each time resulted in them going to near-exorcism actions. She would frighten them as one of her own personal games, just to make them leave her alone.
School was a nightmare. As hard as they tried to impress upon her that what she could do was not normal and that it was for her own safety she didn't do any of it while with the kids, Alice was still determined to outshine the others. She would attempt to impress her teachers by lifting small objects for them when they dropped something light or by getting something for them that was across the room. This did not go according to plan, however. The teachers reacted to her like a monster. They avoided eye-contact and called on anyone--anyone--other than her, even though she strove to be the best in the class and was more likely than not the only one who knew the answer or wanted to participate. Some even treated her cruelly by yelling at her for small things or keeping her inside for recess for nothing as a way to test dominance.
Outside of the classroom and onto the playground, she learned early on that there was no chance for friendship. No one would speak to her, and if they did, it was to call her "freak" or "psycho."
Maybe it was the continual name-calling or maybe it was the assent to it, or maybe it was just how she was born, but she did slowly begin to crack. Ever since her family had learned about her, they had treated her like a time bomb. They walked on egg-shells around her at all times. And then her baby sister was born...
Alice was shut from rooms, kept far away from baby Adrienne. She had seen her a total of three over the first year she had come home from the hospital. She had been forbidden to go anywhere near her. When Adrienne turned five and Alice was fourteen, she was allowed a little more time around her now that her little sister was sturdier and Alice was older and more in control of her "gift." Until that day... The day everything spun out of control for good...
One day, Alice and Adrienne were playing outside where their mother watched over them. She received a phone call and stepped inside for a time. As they ran around the yard, Adrienne fell and busted her lip on the concrete. She screamed in pain and cried. As her mother raced out, she looked at Alice in horror. Shoving her away from her bawling baby girl so roughly, she fell to the ground, Michelle lifted Adrienne and demanded to know what happened. Embarrassed at having fallen and only being a toddler with no notion of how this would affect Alice, she told her mother that Alice had thrown a rock at her. No matter how many times Alice told her it wasn't true, it was never taken into consideration. Michelle beat her. She beat her and beat her and beat her. She called her a bitch, she called her a piece of crap and a freak, she called her a mistake, a curse, a demon. She told Alice that she only had one daughter, and that was Adrienne. And when her father got home, it started all over again. Only his beatings were harder. He was an ex Marine.
After that day, she was locked away in her room. She went to school and she came back. That was all of her life until her Senior year of high school. She remembered thinking how she was ready to get out of school, how she was ready to be an adult, how she was ready to leave. Eventually, the thought just clicked. She didn't have to wait. She could leave now. Today. What was the point of finishing school? She had no talents, no desires for her life. Why wait?
That day she went home, her mother picking her up as always in stony, disgusted silence. Alice wasn't bothered by it anymore. It actually made her smile now. She thought it was funny. Especially today.
She waited for her father to come home that night. And then she did the forbidden: She left her room. She went into the kitchen where the family was having dinner. At first they didn't notice her. It wasn't a common sight anymore to see her. When they really noticed her, they began to curse and scream and her father rose, ready to discipline her again--HARD. But he never got the chance...
She didn't remember much from that night. She remembered laughing and laughing and laughing. Something was funny, she knew. Maybe it was all the red she remembered seeing. Everything had been red that night, and sticky. She remembered flashes of silver. The silverware maybe? She didn't know. She just knew she felt so happy and exhilarated. She did remember the shop, though. On her way out of town--What was the urgency of skipping town again?--she had seen a costume shop. In it, she had seen a pretty black dress. It was almost Halloween at the time. The dress wasn't what caught her eye, though. It was the green top hat. It reminded her of the Mad Hatter. She smiled, remembering how much she had loved that show when she was little. It was the only thing that really kept her quiet. She remembered using rocks to smash in the window and loud ringing noises. Next thing she knew, she was in the dress and the hat and even had a tie. She forgot where she got them from or how she paid for them, but she was halfway across the state before she noticed what she was wearing. Oh well.
And now here she was. It had been a long journey and it had taken a lot out of her. It was probably why she had paid attention to so little and was hardly lucid during that period. The shock, the change, the trauma. She was okay now. In fact, she was better than fine. She was fabulous. She saw her powers for what they were now. She had forgotten what she had done along the way to this city and what exactly she had gotten in exchange, but she did know she was getting pretty famous now. They called her "The Mad Hatter." It had taken her a LONG time to figure out they were talking about her, but she got it in the end when someone back in Kansas called her that and ran in fright. According to all the articles, she had taken everything and done just about everything imaginable. It had awed her. To be capable of such freedom... and solely because no one had the power to stand up to her, to stop her. Or if they did, they surely didn't have the balls. It had made her positively giddy. She was free. FREE! Everything was just out there waiting for her to take it! SHE WAS FREE! Freer than any bird or person anywhere!
And that was how it started. That was how the Mad Hatter of the real world really came to be, and how she comes to torment us today. The only question is: Can anyone stop her?