Bum Bear
So I'm an alien now
Name: Mavis Doyle
Sexuality: Pansexual
Age: Seventeen
Abilities: Mavis' ability is enhanced forgery and replication. This allows for her to recreate anything she has seen and has a clear understanding of. She is able to copy the targeted item to a T having very little to no deviation from the original item in question. The foundation of her abilities lies within her cornea and her neurons as the cornea take in the visual image and appearance of the objects around her while the neurons in her brain compile each variable and factor which led up to the construction of said object. This power is limited to paper works, jewelry, and simple machines. This ability does have it's price though as constant usage causes the electrical signals to go on a frenzy which produces mild to painful headaches and sometimes nosebleed, numbness to the hands, and in some serious cases, minor memory loss.
Personality: Being whisked away by gangster during her childhood, she has picked up a few unfavorable traits from them. For the most part she can be seen as rather cheerful and enthusiastic young adult, but can at times be secretive and down right deceitful for unknown reasons. Her personality is a rather screwed up mix of flavors that normally don't mix together. She can be happy and friendly, but can also be ferocious and irritable. Having always found herself being used by others, she can't help but think that everyone she interacts with wants something from her may it be fake money or whatever. Mavis has grown to accept her ability as a part of her she despises, finding it to be the gift for a criminal. She a rather hard judge of herself, and can't seem to let go of the idea that she can't make anything her own. As if everything she does and create somehow is a replica of something she's seen before. This brings about a bit of identity issues that can sour her mood greatly when she dwells on them. Overall, she's a fickle person with a very strange bag of traits.
Backstory: Why was it so difficult to be normal? It had no requirements other than following the populace during whatever trend the world had been following which should have been simple enough. For something so easily accomplished, how come she could never be apart of it? A young girl born between the union of two loving bakery owners, Mavis life was cheerful. Her parents were wonderful caretakers, each having their own lovable quirks and not so lovable flaws. Father had been a man of many words, a forger of stories as well as fluffy and delicate breads and pastries he made within their small store home. His tales were enchanting, beautifully crafted, but could be unbelievably cheesy ad predictable at times. Mother, on the other hand, had been a woman of actions, donning the body of lady but a heart of a tiger. She couldn't weave intricate fables like her husband, but her strength and ferocity when it came to her motherly duties was something Mavis was sure no one could best her at. Elegant and graceful weren't what one would use to describe her, the words were too soft and charming for a woman such as herself. No, she had been daring and courageous, her mouth holding nothing in it but the food she ate. These two were on the opposite ends of the spectrum, but that's what made their being together so wondrous ... that's what made them excellent parents. As a child, she couldn't hope for more. They played with her, tended to her needs, disciplined and scolded her when she played out of turn, but most of all they taught her the meaning of what it meant to be happy. Everything was normal, perfect in fact. Little Mavis couldn't have wished for anything better.
However, this small time of peace and tranquility she grew to love would soon begin to crumble around her during her fifth birthday. It began with morning television, a simple news report on the discovery of a lost painting of the olden days. It was said to be quite the rare piece with most others like it having perished centuries ago. There was nothing eye catching about it, not something that should interest a little girl such as herself, nevertheless, she found her eyes glued to the t.v screen. There had been a slight close up on the canvas, detailed brush strokes that gave birth to a fine young woman whose smile seemed a bit odd, yet refreshing. Unreasonably interested in the painting, she felt the urge to draw it. Grabbing paper and pen, she began re-imagining the beauty in her head, the faint smile on her lips, the dark shadowing around the eyes, all of it seems to flow out of like a river into the ocean. The sensation was astounding, leaving the child covered in sweat when she had finished. Sadly, rest had not been acceptable as a surge of adrenaline ran through her body, the need to show her masterpiece to her parents who had, at the time, been struggling to keep their heads above water due to increased tax rates. Maybe her picture would bring that cheerful smile back to their sickly pale faces that poorly hid their suffering from her. Showing them her work, they were a bit skeptical, the work being a little too detailed and skillful for a girl only five years of age. They congratulated her and called it beautiful, but it had been quite obvious that they did not believe it to be hers. So again, she picked up the pencil and another slip of paper and began crafting a nearly identical piece of artwork. This time, her parents were astounded, utterly blown out of the water by what they had just bared witness to. Their daughter had been so amazing! This time, they smiled, bonified grins decorating their lips, yellowish teeth shining brilliantly. That moment had been her happiest, but who knew it'd be her last.
After that, her parents asked her to paint more duplicates of what she had drawn earlier. Eager to please she did as commanded, none of them differing from her earlier creations. With this, they took to selling them cheaply onto the streets of their neighborhood. They needed the money, and with no other ways to increase sales this has been the only viable option. Mavis didn't hate it though, she took pride in the fact that people would want something drawn by her, wanting enough to pay for it. So life continued as is, a few extra bills rolling into their house from Mavis' art shop, but even with this they were not out of the gutter yet. Buyers began to want more paintings, something new and innovative. The complaint had been simple to fix. All they needed was for Mavis to draw something new and everything would be fine. When they asked her to draw something else, they found childish portraits sprawled across the table. Stick figures wearing bows and ties, a rainbow wearing a top hat, and some proved hard to even define without Mavis' definition. In short, this was not what they had been expecting at all. The child who had drawn such a masterpiece was now throwing out play time doodles. It wouldn't be at all wrong to say that they were a bit disappointed in her, but being the kind parents that they were they didn't dwell on it for too long. However, this could not be the same for Mavis. Her parent's smiles were disappearing again, those worn and run down faces returning to a place they weren't invited. She needed to do something, but what. She couldn't draw anything else. Thinking of a solution, she found her answer in the form of a long green bill. They needed money, then she would just have to make them more. With that in mind, her ability was discovered. What had originally been thought to be a knack for painting had become a bit more sinister and criminal than that. What she made were replicas, fakes. Her powers were not in painting, but in a forgery.
The five year old produced her first bill in a matter of minutes, and went on to make ten more before showing her parents, the value of money being non-existent in her mind. Their face shone, their smiles reaching their cheeks, but it had been different somehow. Well, they were smiling and that's all that mattered. She continued forging money for them, until they were finally able to pull themselves from their financial troubles, but even then she continued. The sudden increase of income of their family and their prior selling of art had brought about unwanted attention, specifically from a group of gangsters that had recently claimed the area for their own. Knowing the underworld, they felt something to be a bit off about the whole thing and decided to pay the family of bakers a visit. What they saw was intriguing to say the least. A young girl hidden within her room, tiny hands forming dollar bills as if they belonged to a machine or something. Finally understanding what was going on, the gangsters went about collecting the girl as payment for them keeping their mouth shut about her parents illegal transactions as well as their lives. Mavis had no idea of what had transpired, her parents waiving her good-bye as she was put into a black van with strange men. This was the turning point. This is where she began ascending to the depths of hell. Day in and day out, she was forced to make paper money along with duplicates of extinct art that had been accessible on the internet. She wasn't paid, and instead was given shelter, food, and very little amount of free time. This continued for a few months whilst in their captivity. They tested her abilities, wanting to know the full ups and downside of the new product they had stolen. Deeds of houses, money, art, letters, anything involving paper she could duplicate. Items like wooden furniture, toys, and jewelry could also be forged but machines were non applicable unless she knew the inner working of it. Example being that she could make a clock, but a gun was an entire different opponent. They also noted that she would suffer from minor headaches and nosebleeds when overworked. Having understood a bit of her powers, they knew exactly how to work her without breaking her. She stayed with them for over a year before their illegal actions were discovered and she was taken, or more so confiscated and placed into the custody of what was dubbed the Kindergarten. There she was subjugated to a variety of tests she finds difficult to remember. Being of age, she was soon sent to A.R.E where she would come to grasp that she was nothing more than a natural born criminal.
Extra: Being the daughter of bakers, she decent in the art of baking. They aren't in anyway as great as her parents, but they still taste pretty good in her opinion. Mavis also has a couple of scars on her body from the days she was held captive along with some new ones she doesn't remember ever having received. Side Note: Picked up a bit of a smoking habit from when she was kidnapped. She finds the smell of cigarettes and the appearance of the smoke in general to be soothing.
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I love angst so much, though. I won't even lie.