Nickelle
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
Nickelle is a character Ive had in comics ive drawn for a while now. She actually started out as a man, Nickel, but I decided the personality I wanted fit better in a female persona. I based her loosely on Quicksilver and Rogue--an outsider with a confilcted mind,though with a quick wit and fairly upbeat personality.
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Personality
Hot tempered, with a penchant for verbally attacking those who get on her bad side. Arrogant, ambitious, and almost completely self centered, she has no problem using others as pawns in her game of chess.
She is extremely paranoid. Any magnetic field or magnet she sees/feels will anger her to no end. She will not hesitate to attack anyone that threatens her. She refuses to kill, and is very adamant in her belief that humanity's governments, laws, and ignorance will be its downfall.
She is known to converse with insiders in various stores, banks, and otherwise. These insiders all remain anonymous.
She is a citizen of Nation, and is currently using her abilities to benifit its economy, usually by "importing" technologies and resources as needed.
Powers
- Due to her immense weight, she can let loose a variety of extremely powerful attacks. She has been reported as able to lift buildings out of the ground, and supposedly has never fully unleashed her strength.
- Nickelle constantly generates a magnetic field, which conducts varying elvels of electricity. Her body can reach temperatures of 950ºC during normal fights, but can potentially reach double that when at full power. This magnetic field repels the Earth's (which is generated by a similarly dense form of nickel) allowing ehr to fly, and move at peak human speeds.
- Nicole can "charge" her attacks, to varying levels f strength. She does this by forcing pressure at points where hers and Earth's magnetic fields meet, thus creating high tension between her and Earth. This tension, when released, forces Nicole's punches to connect at extreme speeds, exponentially increasing the force applied. This technique can also be used to lift heavy objects, propel her into flight, and various other uses. Wehn using this ability, she conducts incredible amounts of electricity and heat, risking her body melting slightly.
Abilities
- Her brain is structured differently, due to its nickel content, and thus can not be penetrated by most telepaths.
- Her cat seems to be able to converse with her by some sort of vibrations in its meows.
- Her density allows her to survive at great ocean depths or in the vacuum of space. She requires nitrogen, however, and must carry a small amount with her on such ventures.
Weaknesses and Limitations
- Being made of nickel, she is very succeptible to magnets. Similar poles can knock her back incredible distances, while opposite poles can keep her held firmly in place, helpless.
- The electricity she conducts overloads her nervous system. She can not feel, smell, or taste.
- SHe, when angered, may lose control over her magnetism, and the resulting electricity she conducts may short-circuit nearby electronics.
Nickelle's DNA
Nickelle's DNA is stuctred in a very similar fashion to a normal human's, with one very clear difference: every Carbon atom is instead a ring of five Nickel-1 isotopes, in a pyrimidal fashion.
An example of the structural formula is below.
Ni // \\ N=Ni=Ni=Ni=P \\ // Ni
This setup makes Nickelle's body extremely dense. It would take a heat of over 1450ºC to begin melting her, and a force of 320,000 Newtons to dent her.
Distinguishing Characteristics
Silver skin and hair, is usually seen wearing silver shades, supposedly stolen from an expensive store.
Prefers to wear leather, diamonds, and other expensive items, which she procures from various locations, illegally.
Character History
"Ever wonder what it would be like to be invincible? Don't bother, it isn't all it's cracked up to be."
Bonjour. My name is Nicole Nemon, though the papers, they call me Nickelle. I write this as a testimony to my existance, should anything ever happen, as unlikely as that may be. What you are about to read is fact. Names have not been changed, details not omitted. It is the story of my life, in all of its glory, and shame.
Awakenning
I was born to Francois and Hilary Nemon, two French emigrants to the United States. We lived in a small shack beneath the Yellow Line station in Skyway City, Paragon. It was a lonely existance, my parents barely scraping up enough money for food, while I was kept home, for they were too ashamed of their mutant daughter.
My mutation is very complicated, indeed. The average human body contains an abundance of Hydrogen, Carbon, Oxygen, and Nitrogen, as well as trace amounts of oother elements, including Nickel. My DNA is coded to replace all Hydrogen, Nitrogen, and half of my Carbon molecules with Nickel, resulting in my body being 98% composed of pure Nickel. I estimate my weight at ten tons. Normally, at this weight I would not be able to move, though luckily, the Earth's core contains large amounts of Nickel emitting the same magnetic field as I do. We repel, and thus I can move, even fly.
My skin and hair are colored silver, my eyes bright white. I am nearly impossible to dent, nor do I feel any pain. I can lift a house cleanly out of the ground, and I conduct enough electricity to cause a surge throughout an entire city block. I am no less than invincible, possibly even immortal.
It allows me to have whatever I want, but at what cost? I can feel nothing, not the softness of a fabric nor even temperature. I have broken every chair I have ever sat down in. I live in constant fear of being subdued and taken for experimentation. Worst of all, not a second goes by where I do not fear the simplest of technologies, the magnet. The paranoia is almost too much to live with at times.
But I digress. As a young child I was tormented by my peers. They taunted me, yet I was powerless against them. I know now why they despised me so: they feared me, as all humans do. Humans and their fear of the unknown will doom them soon enough.
As I grew older, I began using my talents to help my family. I stole from various stores, starting small but moving my way up. I never spoke of this with my parents; they would neevr hear of it. And yet, all good things must come to an end.
The First National Bank of Skyway City. They had just recieved an armored car delivery of several million in US Dollars, and I planned to take it. The robbery went smoothly, with no one seriously injured, and no irrepairable damage caused. But I was sloppy. I was videotaped, and my image was plastered upon every news channel. My parents found out soon enough.
The ungrateful bastards. They disowned me, left me for dead. They would not even speak to me, and I despise them. Everything I had done was for them, and they showed no gratitude whatsoever. They are probably dead by now.
Journey
I continued my wave of "crime" throughout my young life, even through to the time of this writing. Crime, meh, I do not "steal," I take what I need. Murder is a crime, everything else is an opinion--one man's crime is another's sole livelihood, n'est ce pas?
At around my twentieth birthday, I found something strange. In an alley, in Steel Canyon, a small kitten approached me. It seemed odd, and surprisingly heavy. It zapped me with a sort of...affection. It seemed to be as I am, pure nickel.
It was around this time that I met Woefull, and joined with her group, Inevitable Evolution. It was here that I first felt truly accepted. I began keeping a diary, the details of which are enclosed at the end of this letter.
The Rikti invaded again. I had tried to keep away from the conflict, but this did not last long. I was ambushed outside of ICON Steel. Five Rikti, normally not a challenge--but I could not move, nor breath. They had a powerful electromagenet with them, which shut off every muscle in my body. Fortunately, they retreated before they could do much damage.
How did they know my weakness? I had never told a soul, only my....kitty. I knew it was too good to be true, a pet with my mutation. I needed answers, but no scientist on earth could give me what I needed. I went straight to the source, the Rikti Reconstructuralists.
Unfortunately, they were only of marginal help. They did confess to using my kitty to get to me, though they were not her creators. They threatened me, I was to bring them money. What they needed it for, they would not say, but I had no choice--the magnetic prison is a fate worse than death. They would get their money, as much as I regretted it.
Mercenary
Throughout my life, I had taken what I needed. At times, however, my talents would be requested by certain employers, and I would be their enforcer. My price tag has never been cheap. One million for a heist, ten for a "lesson"--that is to say, to beat the target till they refuse to hassle my employer anymore, or pay a debt, or whatever--, forty for a high securitcy break-in, one hundred for sabotage, and no less than five hundred for an "assasination." (I never kill. The target would "escape" and I would claim otherwise.) Those who refuse my payments may be sold to the authorities, or the heroes. Whoever pays more.
Aftermath
In the days following my Rikti encounter, I have been spending more and more time between dimensions, in the peculiar nightclub Pocket D. I feel at home, there, yet I can never escape the feeling of paranoia, that someone may be listening. It is a fear I must live with, now and forevermore.
~~Nicole "Nickelle" Nemon, 9/1/07
Wanted!
Nickelle has a long history of crime, and is wanted by almost every orginization for various reasons:
PPD: Various robberies, money laundering (somewhat lessened due to several tips about other criminal activity)
Cage Consortium: various robberies
Malta Operatives/Knives of Artemis: Operating as an off the books mercenary (unregistered)
Longbow/Wyvern: Acting as bodyguard for several important targets
Various Mob Families: Various "lessons"
Crey Industries: Various breakins, robberies, and kidnappings. (also wanted for experimentation)
A few things to know...
...before RPing with Nick.
- She's invincible. Nothign you could do would have much effect on her, if any. No matter how strong your character is, she can be stronger. Godmoding? Not at all. Think about what this char has to go through, being unable to feel, taste, or smell, being paranoid, constantly fearing some orginization will subdue her and experiment on her, not to mention breaking every chair or bed she rests on, and when she is angered, risking short-circuiting any electronics in the vicinity. Not exactly your perfect being.
- If you propose a job to her, and don't agree to her payment, she'll rat you out. Get over it.
- I don't cyber. She *can* have sex, but don't expect me to go over to a secluded corner of the D with you. It won't happen. Ever.
- If you RP a Nazi char, and mention anything about Germany's occupation of France, she'll probably beat your head in. Otherwise, she doesn't care much for Nazis.
- I don't know French. I know enough to make a French accent doable, and can speak a few sentences, but don't expect an engaging conversation in French.
- I'm Jewish IRL. ANti-semitism doesn't fly with me. Nazi chars are fine, i have no problems with people RPing Nazi ideals, but save the anti-semitic comments for another person.
Fun Stuff
A much better sketch (also by me)