Post by McKinley Lavine on Dec 16, 2012 23:52:39 GMT -5
McKinley Leah Lavine
BASICS
Full Name: Born McKinley Leah Lavine, introduced as McKinley Ibsen
Nicknames: Kin, Kinley, Kinsey, Mc, McKie.
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Weapons: If asked, McKinley will say she does not need weapons, but she keeps a small bag of fine, ground neodymium concealed. It's the consistency of fine sand, only solid metal instead of the softer texture of sand.
Monster/Power: Electromagnetic manipulation
Occupation: Student
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE
Likes: Fluffy creatures/stuffed animals, butterscotch and carmel flavors, her cello, film/photography, and winter.
Dislikes: Blazing heat, milk, badminton, being alone, silence, horses, and scary movies.
Habits: McKinley has a habit of eating the imperfect things first- crushed M&Ms or skittles, broken chips, ect, before the perfect ones. She never opens her soda can more than ever so slightly, and she won't drink more than a few swallows of soda out of bottles or cups if she can help it [or alternatively, she won't drink from her own can or others' if it's open too far]. She sings to herself when she wants people to be quiet or switch topics in the conversation, and her worse habit is chewing on her metal necklace when she's nervous.
Secrets: McKinley's most well kept secret is that she was kidnapped and experimented upon by a male teacher that she had a childish crush on as a grade schooler.
Strengths: Her intellect, her versatile power, her disarming demeanor, and her inner strength
Weaknesses: Her trust issues/guarded nature, her jealousy, her cautious nature [while she seems spontaneous, she's often more in control and calculated about her actions than she lets on-- she's often cautious about ideas from other people until she has time to analyze the situation/potential consequences], and her tendency to be dependent when in danger in spite of her capability to handle herself.
Fears: Being alone in life, being completely hated [by everyone, however unrealistic her fear is], being hurt emotionally or physically by those she cares for, and having her ability accurately assessed by someone else.
Personality: Intelligent, vengeful, caring, suspicious, analytical, playful, and distrustful
DESCRIPTION
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Gold
Scars: She has very clean, very precise scars from slices on the inside of her arms
Piercings: None
Tattoos: None
Looks: McKinley is not intimating. Standing shy of the five foot mark at four feet, eleven inches, she's more like the little sister that looks out of place away from the supervision of an adult. Her playful unassuming demeanor doesn't help her childish persona at all. She also has elfishly pointed ears, a cosmetic choice made by Mr. Ibsen during his experimentation on her.
McKinley openly objects to make up and other primping aloud, and yet she has long blond hair that is playfully flared outward, an effort of hair product. She also has very subtle makeup. Blush, very light glossy lip gloss, and mascara characterizes her normal makeup routine.
McKinley will wear whatever she has in her possession. Usually that means whatever Mr. Ibsen approves of. Typically that's modest outfits or childish dresses. She can, however, get away with skirts and dress shirts [which she accessorizes with Mr. Ibsen's ties]
TELL ME MORE
Family: Born to Elise May and Sean Malcolm Lavine, she now calls Erasmus Ibsen her father if asked.
Pets: None, though she secretly 'adopts' all strays that she encounters by feeding them and visiting them
Skills: Playing the cello, conning people into doing things for her [usually by disarming them into thinking she's harmless], and levitating [by manipulating the polarity of herself and the ground]. She is often credited with super human strength she doesn't posses [because she can lift heavy objects by creating a magnetic pull or repulsion that sends them into the air]
Abilities: Grace and agility- she's very surefooted and swift.
History: McKinley was born to an affluent family. She lived in a modest home in the suburbs, with many friends and block parties at least once a month where she could run about in a beautiful dress, with her hair done nicely by her mother. McKinley felt like a princess. As the only child, and with the room decor of pink and castles of gray, she certainly was a very doted upon child. Daughter of a lawyer and a nurse, want of money or friendships was unheard of. But there was a secret within the family. A tension, really. McKinley's mother would often creep into McKinley's room after her father was asleep to chat with the little girl. Thinking nothing of rousing the child, she would tell the young girl about all of her problems.
In fact, this ritual of 'discussion' was not solely reserved for late nights-- whenever McKinley managed to have any time alone with her mother, her mother took the opportunity to get the young child's sympathy for the stresses of work or marriage, or even of raising McKinley though the years. McKinley learned quickly that being sympathetic and patient with her mother was the best approach. After a while though, it became hard to see her father as the kind man who raised her. He became... flawed and selfish in a way that the five year old struggled to accept.
Fortunately for young McKinley, school rolled around and in no time she was moving from kindergarten to first grade. Bashful but sharp, she was promoted a grade within the first month of school, thanks to personal tutors that occupied her days home alone. If it wasn't for McKinley's own insistence, she could have progressed to second grade, having had more than two years of curriculum worthy education from the comfort of her dining room table. McKinley had no interest in going on when she met Mr. Ibsen. Tall and handsome as he was, he had stunning blue eyes and dark hair, and each time he looked at the six year old, she was certain she was his favorite. To her, he seemed so perfect. He was there each day, he was attentive, and most importantly, he seemed so selfless which seemed like an improvement to her own parents. If only she'd been born his daughter, instead...
His voice, which was often scolding as she slipped into daydreams almost constantly, brought vivid blushes to her cheeks and a sincere, ashamed apology. More than once Mr. Ibsen held her after class or during recess as a punishment for her inattentiveness. Displeasing Mr. Ibsen irritated McKinley so much. But no matter how hard she tried, it became a routine to be held after. In fact, the near permanent live in babysitter and maid her parents had for her [McKinley never called her a nanny] quickly adapted to just arriving at the school thirty minutes after dismissal. And then... McKinley just wasn't there in the court yard. She wasn't sulking at the playground. She wasn't laying in the grass. The administrators said they hadn't seen her, that Mr. Ibsen called in a substitute for a weekend wedding he was attending- his colleagues said he was on the plane by seven thirty, thirty minutes after McKinley was dropped off.
McKinley held his hand at first. Tightly even. She shouldered her backpack on only one side, clutching the left strap that was biting into her shoulder while the rest of the backpack swung with each step, a consistent thumping against her back that told her their pace was measured and precise. He was always so precise. They boarded the plane together, and when they finally sat together on the plane, surrounded by strangers, he tightened his grasp. She wanted to tell him he was crushing her fingers. No words formed. She couldn't find the courage. McKinley was instructed to take out her workbook from class. So, she did with the hand he didn't have in his vice grip. For the duration of the flight, he pressured her into completing the worksheets bound together in the green booklet, occasionally letting his gaze shift from her to the window he was beside. McKinley was encouraged not to look up or meet anyone's gaze by the tightening of his grasp each time he noticed her look away from the page on her lap.
Finally Mr. Ibsen produced a water bottle from his own bag-- he'd insisted he keep it in his possession instead of stowing it away above their heads-- and emptied the contents of a Hawaiian Punch packet into it. It masked the murkiness of the pill that was also dropped into it. Shaking the mixture until it turned a bright red, he passed it to McKinley. Soon she was cuddling into his arm and drifting into a deep sleep. When she woke, everything changed. It was like a nightmare of whirring machinery and blinking LEDs. Worse of all was the brief sight of metal before the sting of it touching her skin.
McKinley was only six when her world turned upside down. Her teacher, Mr. Ibsen, experimented on her, turning her into something entirely different by manipulating her genetics and giving her the ability of electromagnetism. She was raised by him for seven years until, at thirteen, she ran away. In retaliation he restrained her and cut her wrists, only to call officers on her, sending her away to a psychiatric hospital for several weeks for the suicide attempts. She escaped from there just before Mr. Ibsen returned, only to be captured a few days after that, hiding out in an alley like she'd seen on movies.
Life took on a routine she could live with when she returned to Mr. Ibsen's care. Mr. Ibsen was generally kind-- he was strict, he didn't have much to do other than to teach her and train her with her ability, and he never aged. Whenever she slept, she could be sure he'd leave- and if she woke in the middle of the night, he was never there. After she turned sixteen, something happened. She had no idea what, but she was roused from her bed and taken to a new town where she was cautioned to act normal. She was McKinley Ibsen. And she was born gifted as far as anyone was to know.
