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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jack of Tales" data-source="post: 4187097" data-attributes="member: 59475">just because the powers are dark doesn't mean the character is! Wait till you see her background XD. I did it in journal format. Anyway, I decided to pick Radical but I don't know about the name. Suggestions anyone?Chapter One It's a Pirate's Life for Me[sblock]It’s a Pirate’s Life for MeDo you remember when you were a kid and would have those arguments about who’s parents were cooler? It was always “My dad’s a fireman” or “My dad’s a lawyer.” Well I always wondered what I’d say if asked, “My dad’s a pirate.” I doubt anyone would have believed me. You see, he doesn’t look like a pirate. He’s a little gruff around the edges but has two good eyes and no peg legs. He does carry around a ‘trumpet’ case with him everywhere so he looks more like a musician. That’s where he keeps Chicory, his favorite rifle. My mother was a poor soul who thought it would be fun to tag along with pirates for awhile. She got bored eventually and left me when I was five to my father and the crew. I became fairly numb to pain and suffering; after watching Dad shoot up so many boats. “Never leave the crews alive. It just gets you caught.” Good ol’ dad, he was full of advice like that.I had no idea I even was a mutant until a year ago. It was a damn brutal fight. I was only fourteen then, but knew how to use a gun as well as any of the crew. Dad was training me to replace him when he passed away. I didn’t kill anyone though, just shot up walls and waved around the gun. Somehow I just could never stomach the thought.Unfortunately, the people we were raiding didn’t seem to feel the same way. One of them shot me in the leg and started speaking in Russian to his friend. They started to come toward me and I couldn’t reach the pistol which had fallen out of my hand. I started to call for dad but knew it was too late. I looked at the men and only knew that I wanted them to be hurt. To leave me alone. With that thought the blood pooling in my shoe crawled up my leg and shot out at the man who had shot me. It speared him through the heart before cutting up the second man. I was amazed and frightened but filled with adrenaline. I managed to walk/limp my way back to the crew toting a whip made out of my own blood! I showed off by beating a few of the crew that were staring at me funny.Dad was so proud! He said that having a mutant on board would be a great way of getting an edge on competition. We experimented with small amounts of other’s blood but it never seemed to work. I could only manipulate my own. It felt like an extension of me and just did what I wanted it to. I could make whips, swords and other shapes. I found that I could even make it acidic! So…that’s my story I suppose. Oh, how did I get here? I forgot to tell you! That was a blast![/sblock]</blockquote>

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