Derrvish
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Derrvish(Dervish) | |
| Player: @Charcoal | |
| Origin: | Science. |
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| Archetype: | Dual Blade/Super Reflexes. |
| Security Level: | 50 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Ellenore "Elly" MacTagart |
| Known Aliases: | Whirling Dervish, "God just shut up" |
| Species: | Human. |
| Age: | 20. |
| Height: | 5'1. |
| Weight: | Unknown. |
| Eye Color: | Green. |
| Hair Color: | Red. |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Irish. |
| Occupation: | Unemployed. |
| Place of Birth: | Cork, Ireland. |
| Base of Operations: | Paragon City. |
| Marital Status: | Single. |
| Known Relatives: | Lots. |
| Known Powers | |
| Full body elasticity, bouncing, high degrees of enhanced strength through tensile strength. | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Lying, boasting, scouting, bouncing really high (And sometimes landing on someone), an inability to SHUT UP. | |
| Equipment | |
| Linked polymer suit- A suit consisting of three linked pieces that stretches with her as she needs it to. | |
| Dirty fighter, never gives up. Ever. | |
Contents |
History
Born into a large Catholic family, Ellenore was the twin sister of Elliot, and being delivered second, the youngest of seven children (Four boys, three girls.). Within the family, she got a name for herself outside of "The youngest" by making them recognize her as "The mean one." She got average marks in school, but quickly developed near crippling self esteem issues when compared to her twin, who was clearly gifted. When her sister was bumped ahead several grades, Ellenore dropped out of school entirely, vowing to be home schooled instead.
Due to increasing pressure from her parents, the schooling didn't take, and she was all but given up on. Ellenore became something of an assistant around the MacTagart house hold, helping with the chores, taking her sister's share while she studied for tests that Ellenore couldn't hope to ever take, let alone pass. She began to feel a sort of resentment towards her twin, who simply never let her be the best at anything, ever.
Things changed when Elliot graduated from college, and moved on to work with a chemical company. While delivering her sister's lunch one day, Ellenore was caught in the same explosion that her sister was, and due to their identical genetics, mutated in exactly the same way.
Fury
Somehow, after the explosion, Ellenore had recovered in a fraction of the time that her sister had. Despite being in the same room when it happened, Elliot was taken to the hospital, and Ellenore simply looked over for cuts, bruises and burns. The EMT's diagnosis was painfully simple, considering the ordeal: Go home, get a shower, and relax for the day.
While the rest of her family visited her sister in the hospital and doted over every little need she had, Ellenore was stuck at home. Despite feeling achy and nauseous following the explosion, she was assured she was fine and just trying to milk the attention away from her much more deserving sister. Sitting in their shared room, she felt herself having something like a panic attack. Except with anger. An anger attack, if you will.
She punched the wall- And her fist sprung back. Denied even the catharsis of a good wall punching, Ellenore threw a tantrum. Kicking and screaming, swearing in long chains, hoping someone would come home and catch her and understand why she was so incredibly frustrated. She stopped just as quickly when she felt her body stretching like elastic.
While her sister was in the hospital, and the rest of her family visiting her, Ellenore explored her new gift. Training herself to use it, bringing it under her command. While school learning might not have taken, she was a natural with her new powers, figuring out little tricks to make her life easier, and finally be special in some way.
A week after admission to the hospital, Elliot returned and the family celebrated. It was the perfect time for Ellenore to reveal her new powers to the family, and finally stand out in her own way...
...If Elliot hadn't revealed a moment before her that her body had undergone some strange transformation into a substance much like elastic.
Ellenore managed to finish her dinner and calmly clear the table before completely losing herself, and bolting off into the night.
Dark City
It wasn't hard for Ellenore to stow away on a ship- Her elastic body made fitting into small containers and slipping through the cracks easy. When she got on board, it didn't matter where the ship was going- So long as it was away from her sister. She was going to make a new life, one where she'd never be judged or compared to her sister.
Arriving at Sharkhead, she continued to do her best to stay out of sight and out of trouble, stealing little things here and there to stay alive. She remained homeless for a brief time, managing to avoid all trouble from the local police, or worse, the local military force. She caught her break during one of Sharkhead's many, many worker riots- The workers had trampled a few soldiers and moved on. Ellenore quickly stole the soldiers armaments and squirreled them away for later.
With a little work, she found a buyer for her ill begotten wares, and made her first hundred easily. Then, two hundred. She found she was very good at bargaining, making things seem more valuable and important than they were. But, it occurred to her- She couldn't keep waiting for riots to happen. Ellenore got a little more daring. She started with the lowly Family muscle, baiting them into attacking her, then using her advanced flexibility to bend around their attacks, and eventually subdue them. The payload was a little lower than the soldiers, wallets and handguns. But it was money.
Eventually, she decided she wanted more. Those maces the Soldiers carried were worth a pretty penny, and they couldn't be that much hardier than a mafia man.
Attempting the same game- Dodge and weave, sucker punches here and there, she went for a lone Arachnos soldier. She found this prey much more difficult- His armor simply absorbed her blows, and he wasn't wearing down at all. She needed something more. Snapping up a pair of pipes, she began feinting with one hand, attacking with the other. In minutes, the fight was over, and the Whirling Dervish was born.
Ninja - I could take you, any time.
(This section to come later)
