Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2014 23:41:23 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Ellie Strietenfeld
Nicknames: EllieAge: 16
Birthday: July 21st
Grade: (7th - 12th): 11th
Power:
Primary Power - Superstrength
Though she may not look it, Ellie is monstrously strong. With adequate grip (or on a material in which handholds can be made) she can heft a load of about 600 pounds over her head and throw it a distance of 12 yards. However, dealing with weight beyond that threshold poses the risk of injury to herself. A punch with all of her weight behind it is capable of dealing structural damage to a concrete wall and has devastating effects if directed to the human body.
Secondary Power - Enhanced speed
As a result of her strength of her leg muscles, Ellie is granted increased speed - topping out at about 45mph. However, her reflexes are poorly tuned for such a high rate of motion and in excess of 20mph there is a dramatic decline in the grace and coordination of her movements, making her prone to tripping or colliding with obstacles. She also has a significantly higher vertical jump than the average person.
Primary Power - Enhanced Durability
Ellie's body is tweaked to prevent her increased strength from destroying every bone in her body with each swing. Firstly is that her skeletal structure is increased in density and infused with metallic residues to provide durability. Her skin is intricately woven in microfibers that allow her disperse forces over her entire body surface. Finally, there is a gel substance underneath her skin and surrounding her organs that minimizes any potential damage soft-tissue damage resulting from high impact.
Member Group: Neutral
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Appearance:Ellie is tan of skin and fairly tall for her a girl of her age, standing at a height of 5'8''. Her hair is a silverish-white which is usually worn in a short pony-tail and her eyes a rich violet-blue. Despite the brute-like nature of her powers, Ellie's frame is lithe and lanky with long legs and arms. Though her frame is not hefty and her limbs fairly spindly, Ellie is incredibly heavy resting at 300 pounds as a consequence of her dense bones. The more that her physical power is tapped into, the more her muscles begin to show - progressively transitioning from the physique of a long-distance running to that of an Amazon should she be forced to utilize her full strength for extended periods.
She tends to wear clothing that she feels is not restrictive but still prides herself on being 'cute'. er most common outfit includes skirts with biking shorts and high socks with sneakers. She also has a cream-colored sweater that she refers to as 'lucky' and frequently wears. When fighting, she tends to remove her favored item of clothing to reveal that she wears nothing substantial underneath. The brutal style of combat that she prefers often destroys her clothing in the process of handing out beat-downs so simple tank tops or t-shirts are preferred.
Personality
Overall Personality:
Vicious, vitriolic, volatile, and vile; Ellie is a stone-cold bitch on her best day. She is a simple sort of terrible person whose only objective in life seems to be inflicting herself on others without reserve. She is a constant spout of insults and profanity directed at anybody she can get away with unleashing it on. There need not be a basis for the slander she throws at people or an incentive for the fights that she picks, for Ellie it seems to be enough that other people are suffering due to her actions. As such, she takes a special sort of pride in being as woefully petty as she is, choosing to bring others down to her level rather than rise to the occasion.
While she may not be outright stupid (her vocabulary of slurs is quite impressive, in point of fact) it cannot be denied that she is a very easily manipulable individual. Not only does she recognize the authority of raw power, but she is also eager to carry out another person's will so long as it aligns with her own paradigm of stomping the weak.
That is not to say that Ellie is awful to just everyone she can get her hands on (though she will try to be). In line with her malleable sense of purpose, it is rather easy to trick Ellie into a sort of 'friendship'. A person who Ellie deems as too submissive to provide any sort of game and those that are effective at redirecting the excess of bitterness away from themselves are generally safe from her wrath.
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History
Family Members/guardians:
Marco Strietenfeld (father)
Adrianne Strietenfeld (mother)
Walt Strietenfeld (elder brother)
Erica Strietenfeld (elder brother)
History: Ellie's parents were not people of any great consequence, second-generation immigrants whose parents had fled to the United States in the wake of war. Her father worked a middle-management position in a large automobile insurance agency and her mother was an on-and-off substitute teacher for elementary school. In the suburbs of a small city in Missouri they settled down to raise a family, having two children before Ellie was born.
The status of youngest granted Ellie much immunity from reproach and served to stimulate her impulsive nature. Fights against her brother and sister would end up brutally one-sided as Ellie's powers emerged and left her family flabbergasted as to how to handle it. Discipline had been lacking through her life and the threat of physical comeuppance was no long viable. She was a little monster with nothing to hold her back. All lunch money, all four-square courts, all swing sets belonged to her and there was naught anyone could do to stop her.
At least, that was until the establishment started holding her accountable for her actions rather than going to her parents. The lack of respect for authority Ellie showed so brazenly quickly got her expelled from middle school after an entire row of lockers ended up stuffed into the girl's bathroom. Ellie's explanation was "they'd gotten their shit in her way too much" and added she'd taken it upon herself after school to remedy the problem by "flushing all their useless shit down the toilet, where it belonged", citing a lack of potty training among her peers as the problem.
As disciplinary issues continued to pile up, eventually Ellie was scooped up to be sent to Ashford with little protest from her relatives.
Behind the Character
Name: knotty
Chatango Name: knotteroo
RP Experience: i think like 10 years but i still kinda suck.
How did you find us?: nae~.
RP Sample:
"Sooooooooo," Ellie sang as she glared up at the man twice her size, twisting her knuckles to receive a satisfying series of pops. "Ya mus' think yer some kinda big man, right? Ya bitch-ass girl gets thrown outta the sandbox an' you come runnin' in hustlin' an' a-bustlin'." she snorted and then spat at the man's feet, where the aforementioned daughter just so happened to be sitting and bawling. It was true that Ellie had bodily tossed the girl off the playground, but she'd been soaking up too much space and laughing like a banshee making love to a pony on helium. Atrocious.
"Ya lookin' fer my daddy ta have words wit' him?" Ellie chuckled as the adult gawked down at her with a look half confusion and half incensed. He was yammering something stupid about talking to her parents and calling the authorities. Pussy. She was just a little girl and here he was griping and moaning but not doing a damn thing. That was the problem with some people. They thought the system was going to hand them their justice on a silver platter, nice and steaming. The only steaming thing this fat guy and his simple daughter deserved came out of the aft end of a bull. "Don' bother. Ya can talk ta me, sunshine." Ellie chortled and looked over each shoulder to demonstrate that her parental figures were nowhere to be found. "Jus' me an' you. How 'bout it?" she repeated and clenched a fist.
What happened next was utterly worth hearing the mound of blubber going on about her lack of respect and how much trouble she'd be in. Ellie lurched forwards firing a shot into the man's gut, driving the wind out of him like a puffed-up whoopie cushion. No hilarious sound effects, just a bunch of groaning and gasping. But the look on his face. Eyes bulging, spittle spraying. Classic. Fucking classic.
"No tocooooo." Ellie called out, holding her hands up over her head as she skipped back from the doubled-over man and his wailing daughter, only to quickly adjust the hand gesture to bring both middle fingers to bear on them.
