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2021-11-14T14:50:12Z

Shannon:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Shannon
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=8765
|Img=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/3f/2f/16/3f2f16b2aa85710fc0eca3760e859c5b--chanel-beauty-chanel-makeup.jpg
|FullName=Shannon Lance
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Student
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Xavier's School
|Education=Homeschooled
|Groups=[[Xavier's School]] [[New Mutants]], [[X-Corporation]]
|Quote="You ask me how can I heal others when it costs me so much. I ask you, how can I -not- heal them?"
|PAge=18
|AAge=18
|DOB=25 July 2011
|Height=168 cm (5' 6")
|Weight=54.5 kg (120 lbs)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Diane Kruger
|Song="In The Arms of an Angel" by Sarah McLachlan
|Profile=The daughter of an undertaker and artist, Shannon Lance was born and raised in Connecticut. Up until the summer just before her fourteenth birthday, she was a normal, if somewhat quiet and laid-back teenager. An incident at summer camp that year revealed her healing gifts and their cost to her, and later that summer, her wings grew. While she had always been homeschooled, she now kept even more to herself, lacking understanding and control of her gifts. While her family supported and loved her unconditionally, they could do little to help her, and even now in her sixteenth year, hope beyond hope for help for their daughter.
===Current Player Approved: July 23, 2019===
|Description='''Description'''
 
Before you stands a young woman of average height and fair of complexion. Her hair hangs loosely down to the middle of her back in a straight waterfall of pale gold, errant wisps of which frame her diamond-shaped face. Her eyes belie her youth; while they readily twinkle with mirth at some of life's foibles, at times they bear the look of worry that a youth should not have. She wears no makeup, and needs none, her skin tone being an even alabaster hue, and her lips a delicate shade of rose. For her age, she is neither overly chesty, nor so small as to be teased. Rather, she is somewhere in the middle, with pleasant curves forming where they belong and showing promise of future beauty. 
 
Today, she is wearing a simple, pale blue paisley cotton sundress with a low back, but modest scoop neckline. While it is well-fitted to her torso, the skirt is loose and swishes about her legs, reaching down to her ankles. The material is sufficiently opaque for modesty, but light enough to allow for the warm, humid weather of summer. If one looks at her long enough, the reason for the low back on her dress becomes apparent--sprouting from her back is a pair of wings reminiscent of classical paintings of angels. On her feet are a plain pair of cork-soled flip flops, held to her feet by straps of blue leather that match her dress, and bedecked with a silk daisy near the toes.
|Personality='''Personality'''
 
While sweet and kind, the time since the fateful summer at Camp Pinewood has shaken her deeply, leaving her shy and with lack of confidence in herself. Her heart cries out for her to heal, yet she lacks the full understanding of her gifts and their side effects. Violence and hatred are alien to her, things she has a difficult time understanding, and little patience for when she sees it. Her background of homeschooling has allowed her to retain an air of innocence behind the education and varied experiences over the course of her education. While she is quick to verbally dress others down for being hard on themselves--one of the rare times she will work up the courage to speak out--she is equally quick to be very hard on herself. She is more comfortable in smaller social situations, yet if necessary will tolerate large ones.
|History='''History'''
 
Born to a loving, understanding, if somewhat occasionally freaked-out and confused family, Shannon Lance was homeschooled right from the start. She was fascinated by the tales of the heroes in the world, but never thought for one moment that she could be one. 
 
That changed in her thirteenth summer, just before she was to turn fourteen, when she attended Camp Pinewood. One of her tent-mates took a second-degree burn when they foolishly tried to pull a frying pan out from over the campfire, only to have it spill down their front. When Shannon attempted to help her friend by applying a cool compress, her fingers came in contact with the burn. Inexplicably, her friend was healed, but at a cost--Shannon now bore the burn herself, which would leave a faint scar on her solar plexus after it healed. This caused considerable consternation among camp staff when word got out, and she was sent home. 
 
Later that summer, not long after her fourteenth birthday, she would be "blessed" with wings. Her family decided it was best to keep her home entirely after that, though as she continued to grow up, small incidents around the home--both with friends and family--put her in the position of having to use her gifts. She lacks control and full understanding of her potential, but her good nature and heart make it difficult for her to hold back when she knows help is needed.
|Abilities='''Accelerated Healing'''
 
When either ill or injured through normal means, or when as a result of use of her Healing Touch, Shannon can recover at a somewhat accelerated rate. For example, a cut that would take weeks to heal might only take her a day or two, or an illness that would leave someone miserable for a couple weeks might only take her a few days to recover from. With her current lack of training, she would be unable to handle internal injuries or regenerating limbs, but could grow into this later.
 
'''Flight'''
 
Her angel-like wings give her the ability to fly--they are not just for show! Her current maximum would put her able to keep up with the posted speed limit on most highways, ranging from 55-65 mph, though most times this is not necessary. While in flight, she can currently carry around half the weight she normally would while walking. At present, she would not be able to carry an adult human, but a healer needs to train their strength as well.
 
'''Healing Touch'''
 
Shannon can heal injuries via physical contact. When this occurs, the injury or disease can be taken on as her own. The rate at which this occurs can vary depending on the severity of the infirmity. With her current lack of training, she is limited in what she can successfully absorb (i.e. minor to non life-threatening injuries such as second-degree burns), but has the potential to grow further into this ability.
|Skills='''Baking and Cooking'''
 
While she is no Michelin-starred chef, Shannon does enjoy dabbling in cooking, preferring homely comforts like good soup, bread, and sweet baked goods over haute cuisine.
 
'''Educated'''
 
"Homeschooled" is far from "uneducated" in her case. While she has weaknesses in subjects relating to mathematics, she has a strong base in several others. Her favorites are history and music, with science and foreign languages coming in as a close second. She was and is the type of student that will borrow a Latin textbook for the summer simply for the fun of it.
 
'''Music'''
 
Being homeschooled her whole life, Shannon's had the opportunity to explore various musical interests. She currently prefers to play the piano, flute, sing, and compose music on the computer. These things have brought her a great deal of joy, and are a source of comfort since the shock of coming into her abilities, and realizing she is a mutant.
 
'''Mythology'''
 
An avid reader from a the tender age of two years old, Shannon has always had a fascination with mythology, particularly based around the Greco-Roman pantheon. She can usually find a reference within ancient tales to fit many difficult situations, often referring to a well-loved volume that looks as if it might once have been someone's college book on the subject.
 
'''Sewing'''
 
Necessity is the mother of invention, and this is no exception. Shannon has found it necessarity to be able to sew, to make certain her clothing works with her wings. She is learning to extend this to pleasurable as well as utilitarian uses of the skill, such as quilting and embroidery.
|Resources='''Flute'''
 
Shannon has a Jupiter closed-hole concert flute that she has been playing since age 12. While she is no expert, she plays fairly well at approximately an intermediate level.
 
'''Laptop Computer'''
 
Shannon has a fairly decent laptop computer, which does well for research, communication, the occasional video game, and especially music composition.
 
'''Piano'''
 
Shannon has a slightly older Yamaha YPG-635 portable electric piano that her mother passed down to her. She can often be found playing it with headphones on, taking refuge in music when emotions run high.
 
'''Sewing Kit'''
 
Shannon has found it necessary to be able to sew her own clothing, or alter existing pieces to fit, due to her wings. She has learned to gain enjoyment from this, and experiments with quilting for relaxation from time to time.
|Weaknesses='''Absorbing Injury'''
 
Shannon struggles with her control when it comes to absorbing injuries. Sometimes she can control this ability, but more often than not at this stage, finds that she takes on the injury involuntarily. However, this is usually dependent on physical contact at the site of injury, and internal injuries tend to take longer, sometimes giving her time to prevent absorbing internal injuries or major diseases such as cancer, for instance.
 
'''Shyness, Confidence'''
 
Shannon's experience of being shunned and feared for her abilities and simply being a mutant by most, with the exception of her family, have shaken her confidence to the core, leaving her almost painfully shy, fearful of her own gifts, and with a decided lack of confidence in herself. It is also difficult for her to trust, though perhaps there is some part of her that might still be reached.
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[[Category:Xavier's School]] [[Category:New Mutants]][[Category:X-Corporation]]

12611/The Cure: Assault on Mutant Town!

2021-01-11T04:58:26Z

Shannon:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2021/01/04
|Location=Bushwick (Mutant Town), Brooklyn
|Synopsis=The Xmen intercept an attack on mutant protestors by DAMT.
|Cast of Characters=248,114,9039,202,47,182,8765,8870,145
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:248|Pixie (248)}} has posed:''' It's early afternoon in Mutant Town, a town known for its high crime rate even on the best of days. Today however, with all the rumours and reports of mutant attacks, that anxiety has been amped right up. Rumours spread like wildfire and hundreds of mutants had marched down to City Hall, demanding change, demanding protection, demanding respect! Some protests are peaceful. This one is getting pretty rowdy. Dangerous even. People are yelling, fighting with police, breaking down windows, looting. As the sun starts to set, casting an eerie violet glow over Mutant Town, things can only get worse from here.. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Having gathered the team, Cyclops and the rest of the X-Men have taken point on a rooftop that overlooks a majority of the protest. He has Archangel and Nightengale in the air to keep eyes in the sky and to report back anything out of the ordinary, or any visuals of known enemies. Wolverine and Phoenix are with him for the moment. As he crouches down a bit, he squints his eyes from behind his visor, dressed in his blue and gold uniform. "Let's just stay frosty, team. Wings one and wings two, don't be shy about chatter if you see anything at all. You see something, Phoenix will investigate telepathically to determine threat level. If we find something that needs resolving, it's why we brought Wolverine along." He continues to sweep the crowds, quietly clearing his throat as he glances to the two adults on the roof with him. "These things never go clean. Expect the worst." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Phantasm (9039)}} has posed:''' Well, it has turned out to be a bit more eventful than what Nick was planning. Let's be honest, he misses a LOT of stuff and with the things going on in his life he hasn't been faithfully watching the news. So that's what led to him deciding today would be a perfect time to get breakfast over at Fred's Diner. (Away from the counter of course. Those flare-ups are a nightmare.) It turned out to be a not quite so perfect time. And well, fast forward a bit and he is now in his raven form. Observing. He's not lifting a wing to stop the property damage but he is keeping note where the fights are occurring. Nothing that merits intervention yet, fortunately. It hasn't gotten to that point. And honestly he's not sure what he should be doing. He just, has a feeling he should stick around. 

:'''{{#var:202|Wolverine (202)}} has posed:''' The streets of Mutant Town maybe be riddled with crime and covered with protestors, but the rooftops of Mutant Town are actually pretty nice. Well, quiet, anyways, the buildings aren't exactly up to code... "They're gonna need to replace that door..." Wolverine points over his shoulder with his thumb, at the hole where a door used to be a few seconds ago. The one that leads down into the ramshackle apartment building where he was keeping watch until recently. "... barely kicked the damn thing. Probably made in America." In his last remaining clean uniform, an old brown and mustard-colored one with especially dramatic face fins, the Canucklehead leans over the edge of the roof to scope out the action below. "'Resolving', eh? Is that what we're callin' what I do these days? And they say you aren't a poet." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' For as much as she would love to be anywhere else, Jean Grey is here. For all the fear and anger make the air acrid and choking to her, she can't walk away. These are her people, this is her future, and the future for the kids she looks over. So she stands with her arms folded around herself like they were a shield and watches the beginning of what's going to be a long night start to fall. She's in her black uniform for the tactical advantage with only the gold lining of her cropped jacket giving it any color while warding off some of the cold. She pulls it closer as she remarks, "It usually does. This has been getting worse, and it's going to come to a head. At this point, 'resolving' may be the only thing we can do. We just need them to show their faces." 

:'''{{#var:182|Archangel (182)}} has posed:''' Flying high over the crowd with Nightingale as his wingman, or woman as the case may be, Archangel responds calmly into the built in communications of his blue and white colored team suit. "So far nothing to call out, other than a unruly mob that doesn't help much. When are people going to realize that this kind of thing rarely solves anything and more often sets the cause back further...but then again it isn't like other ways seem to work any better. Maybe I am just getting jaded in my old age." Warren banks and dives to make another pass, closer now to the crowd that his shadow casts the outline of his winged form over the unruly crowd. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Someone wise once told me expecting things to go clean and normal is a rookie mistake. We've all of us been on enough trips to know that's never the case."      Shannon smiles a bit to herself as she flies in rough formation alongside Warren, keeping an eye on the rioting below. She's taken a cue from Miss Grey and opted for her black bodysuit and boots, with night starting to fall. As always, she has her little brown bag tied to her belt. This time sees an addition of what looks like a holster strapped to her right forearm, but -not- the sort required for firearms. It appears more like a collapsible metal staff has taken its place there.      "Looks like the clinic's going to be busy if this keeps up, it's getting a little messy down there." She herself maintains a slightly higher altitude, to offer a broader view and letting Warren skim closer to the ground. 

:'''{{#var:8870|Tesla (8870)}} has posed:''' Tesla has a way of hearing about big things happening as pertains to mutants, if his recent interruption of the evening news is any indication. He was among those to confirm to the masses that the 'Cure' had been weaponized for use by a government cell, and now, the young man beholds the fruits of his labor as mutantkind rises up. In Tesla's mind, his teacher would doubtless be proud of him. Tesla is in the air but has not, at the moment, done anything to further rile the crowds into violence. They seem to be handling that decision for themselves quite nicely. In the interim, he manipulates his earpiece throughout the range of radio frequencies. No doubt, he's looking for the police. Even less doubt, a black operations response. Ah, but then, he's not the only one taken to the heights. Magneto has instructed Tesla well in the faces of Xavier's servants, and expectedly enough for him, he sights them in the air and upon a rooftop. The elegantly dressed young man, evidently present today in his mentor's place, opts to descend to the edge of the rooftop with cape draped elegantly over his right arm as if to keep it away from any dirt underfoot. Maybe he picked up on the team's broadcasts. "An unruly mob? They, at least, have the courage to openly call out for justice knowing what might be brought to bear to against them," says Tesla as his boots settle upon roof's edge. "Pardon, what /will/ be used against them. Much as I admire their bravery and spirit, they're fielding themselves as the perfect opportunity for the powers that be to showcase the weaponized 'Cure' I displayed on television. I intend to do everything I can, of course, but it's inevitable that many of them will have their lives destroyed before this gathering is dispersed." Tesla looks down and out, over the protest, as he whispers with a faint sense of anger in his rasp, "And the government will call it /justice/. All that they did with the good doctor's work, suddenly justified." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     This is starting to become a habit. Illyana doesn't usually go out of her way to get involved in political situations. Probably the best part of Limbo is that the politics are so straightforward. But she was asked to help and she /does/ feel obligations to help sometimes.     A portal closes on one rooftop and then opens onto a rooftop as Illyana arrives to join the rest of the X-Men, "It looks like it is only a matter of time now before something happens." She goes up to the very edge of the building and peers down to watch the people in the streets, the angry energy below almost palpaple at this point. 

:'''{{#var:248|Pixie (248)}} has posed:''' Pixie arrives in her own way, fluttering down on the rooftop to join the others. She is dressed in her black x-uniform dress, with the gold trim and boots. She looks rather ruffled as she glances around. "It's a jungle down there, no major injuries yet but the mob is getting bigger, getting out of control. The police are getting overwhelmed...What should we do?" she glances to Cyclops, awaiting his orders. Tesla is given a surprised look. "Heey, isn't he the guy who attacked and kidnapped those DAMT members? " still she won't make a move until Cyke figures out how to handle this.. And as if things weren't hectic enough, it seems that this little riot has attracted the attention of others. As darkness rapidly descends on the town, the sound of four large black helicopters break through the sky overhead, their blinding searchlights cutting through the darkness. As they land well spaced out on the streets below, forcing several protestors to retreat, a megaphone can be heard addressing the mutant protestors. "Surrender, Mutants, or face the consequences!" Several dozens of people dressed in black outfits complete with helmets, Kevlar vests and Neutro-x darts in addition to regular guns, spill out of the copters. From the largest copter step out what look to be four cyborgs, heavily armed and ready to inflict violence if there is resistance. For now they survey the scene, ready to step in only if there is heavy resistance. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Ignore him." Cyclops says in regards to Tesla as he gives a frown on his face. "Unless he does anything right now, we're not going to create a situation. But we need to keep our eyes out for Magneto. If he sent his stooge, he may not be far behind." Giving a visible frown, he tilts his head upwards to the copters overhead, then glances to Logan. "That is what I meant by resolving things."     hrough Jean's psychic link, he speaks to the entire team. << Those are the Reavers and it looks like they got some new friends. Cybernetic humans who are intent on getting rid of mutants. Angel, you and Nightengale keep away from those copters. I'll need you to dip in and out and rescue anyone they may injure. >> << Magik, teleport Logan down to the ground level and engage the Reavers. Do /not/ hold back. They will do everything in their power to kill you. Extend the invitation back to them. >> With a glance to Pixie and Phoenix, he gives a firm nod of his head. << We're going to put the copters down. Phoenix, try and find who is in command and see if you can manipulate them into reversing orders or standing down. Let's confuse their ranks. >> With that, he reaches up to tap the side of his visor, lasering a blast of red optics into the sky towards one of the copters, looking to take one of the blades out. "Hey, Tesla! You want to help for a change? We could use it!" 

:'''{{#var:9039|Phantasm (9039)}} has posed:''' As the bird observes, the view of figures flying above the crowd does not escape his notice. Granted there are several. It IS Mutant Town after all. But one winged blonde that flies into his sight he does recognize. Head turning, Phantasm also sees where Pixie is joining the the team on the rooftop. Okay so there are two people he recognizes that aren't participating in the protests below. Always good to see a friendly face. A wing lifts, waving over to Pixie before the thrum of the helicopter blades draw his attention once more to the sky. "Well...this can't be good." As he watches one of Pixie's friends shoot something at the copter, his head tilts. "Ok now it's definitely not going to be good..." 

:'''{{#var:202|Wolverine (202)}} has posed:''' "Thought I smelled lady perfume..." Wolverine takes a few sniffs of the air, as if for dramatic effect, as the cape-wearing man opts to descend near them on the rooftop. Waving his hand a few times in front of his face, as if to banish the scent, he reaches into one of the small pouches on his very wide belt and pulls out a half-finished cigar. While he's busy getting it lit, he keeps his ears pricked, and turns his attention back down to the crowd below. Soon, the click of an old metal lighter can be heard, and his nostrils are filled with the pungent fumes of a slightly stale, partially-smoked Cohiba. "Fancy Dan here has a point though. I oughta be down there at the front, 'stead a skulkin' 'round up here lissenin' to politics. Or... hello..." As the helicopters descend, what's visible of Logan's stubbly face bears the look of someone who is once again disappointed, but not surprised. He clenches the cigar tightly in his teeth, and looks over at the young woman who's giving him a lift to the frontlines. "Hope you've been practicing yer aim, Magik. 'Cause I'm gonna need a Drop Bear Special!" 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Or, your master could have actually worked with us to reverse engineer this so we'd be better prepared to fight them *before* antagonizing them more." Jean says with a furious scowl towards Tesla as the magnetic mini-minion arrives. "So instead, he sends you to be his sacrificial lamb instead of risking himself." She says sourly but without even a bit of surprise to be heard. And then the orders are on the table and she's turning back to business. Dropping low to try and provide as small a target as possible, the redhead states simple, << On it. >> And she stretches out her telepathic powers, focusing first on the line of soldiers coming out of the copters. It's like following a trail. Soldiers know their orders and they know who they're coming from. She tries to follow that line back. She hunts for shifts of their mental focus as they look towards commanders that may be on the field so that she can identify them and point them out as targets. 

:'''{{#var:182|Archangel (182)}} has posed:''' The orders coming across from Cyclops cause Warren to grit his teeth, and the aggravation in his voice lets his displeasure about being regulated to what he sees as the sidelines known as Warren replies a gruff single word. "Understood." Archangel banks again, diverting himself from the helicopters and gaining more altitude to have a better view of the crowd. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Oh, ballocks... Nightingale here. I don't like the look of the weapons those men in black are carrying. You don't suppose they're Cure darts, do you?"      She veers out of the way of the incoming helicopters and their black-clad payload, getting some distance between her and the backwash from those rotors, while still trying to keep an eye on things below. "Copy that, will not engage. Search and rescue only." 

:'''{{#var:8870|Tesla (8870)}} has posed:''' Tesla is outwardly amused as he turns his attention back upon the rooftop, Jean and Scott in particular seeming to capture his notice. "The sacrificial lamb, you say? What an ironic comment, coming from the leader of the good Professor's flock," he says as he sweeps a gloved hand outward to indicate the X-Men. "Where is Charles, by the way? Surely, if Magneto sending his apprentice is an insult, he wouldn't be hiding back in the comfort of his school? We haven't seen each other in so very long." Ah, but Scott surprises him as he takes the outstretched hand and rests it against his own chest. "Me? What could I, the /vile/ intruder who has done nothing more than reveal the truth to the masses, do to help you? To help them, for that matter? Today, I might aid some of them in escaping a 'cure' to evolution. Not all, though, and certainly not every mutant in the world rising up. Either our kind chooses to bring their full power against these genocidal madmen, or they will be crushed. Shot with the darts, then made bearers of a mark some of us take so very personally." Tesla lowers his right sleeve for a moment to reveal the barcode tattooed upon his wrist, in the same place as his teacher's Holocaust era tattoo. They seem more and more alike by the moment. When Cyclops begins to train his visor upon one of the helicopters, however, he seems impressed enough to tone down the theatrics a touch. "Ah, good. The Professor did teach you some sense after all. There comes a point when we must choose a side, and your weapon in the right direction." Tesla begins to step off of the ledge. "If you're asking for my help, consider it granted. Just don't complain after the fact about the measures I take to protect the innocent," he says over his shoulder. Magneto's apprentice rises into the air before he can fall, magnetic field about his body distorted to bring him aloft. Will his first target be the hellcopters, or the ground forces? 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     "Time to go?", Illyana asks as she turns to Wolverine and takes a few steps back from the ledge. "You don't have to worry about my aim. I don't plan to miss anything." The SoulSword bursts to life in her hand as her arm sheaths itself in shimmering metal. "You way want to put out your cigar first though. It looks busy." And with that, she takes a few steps closer to Wolverine and with a gesture, a portal forms at their feet, rising up around them until it's completely engulfed them and disappears in a blink, the return trip signaled by another portal opening right on top of where the Reavers are gathered. 

:'''{{#var:248|Pixie (248)}} has posed:''' Pixie nods to Cyclops, though uncertain what she can do without getting up close and personal. For now, she bides her time, waiting for an opening..When Cyclops blasts one of the blades on the first helicopter, it veers and wheezes, trying to stay aloft but the broken blade sends it swinging wildly, crashing into a nearby wall before falling to the ground in a damaged heap. Fortunately it wasn't a long drop and the soldiers inside are shaken but not killed or seriously injured. They spill out, and start shooting darts at any mutants who haven't already fled. The other three cooters are doing much the same, releasing dozens of soldiers in black who cut through the mutant protestors, shooting dozens of mutants with their cure darts. For those that are hit, they fall to the ground and scream for a moment, seizure he as their bodies are violently stripped of the mutant gene, reducing them to nothing more than mere humans. Pixie frowns, hoping over the army, fluttering g her wings to unleash a wave of pixie dust on a large group of soldiers. Unfortunately she didn't expect them to be covered head to toe, even wearing masks that cleverly filter out the hallucinogenic dust. She is so surprised that she doesn't notice or dodge the cure darts that are aimed at her, shooting her out of the sky. She screams as she crashes to the ground, shuddering as her hair fades to ginger, her wings wilting to nothingness, and lays still.. It seems the police are having an easier time of arresting and detaining the more violent protestors now, but Jean will sense there are two commanders, both on the largest helicopter, but they are standing back, biding their time as they bark out orders on the radio. The four Reavers however, do not stand back, not once Wolverine and Magick arrive. One of them, a massive cyborg who looks painfully strong, yells and charges at Wolverine, attempting to pummel him into the ground. Another, sporting some sort of electrical charge, sends out electric bolts towards Magick. Tesla does not go unnoticed either. Four operatives I. black are already climbing the building he and the remaining Xmen are standing on, and while that's happening the last two Reavers are already speeding up the building, more easily than the peacekeepers. One is lightning quick, reaching the rooftop first, attempting to knock Tesla off his feet. The other sports a giant plasma gun, similar in power to Cyclops' laser blasts and he aims this at Cyke, attempting to blast him to bits. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' << Pixie is down! Shannon, get her out of there! Angel, I'm going to need you on offense instead. Support Logan and Magik with the Reavers. Hard and fast, X-Men! >> Scott Summers is a soldier who has been in many wars, but nothing like this. Not in which just getting shot can strip away who you are. As the Reaver leaps on to the roof and charges his rifle, he is met with a wide beam blast of energy as he cuts loose with his visor wide open. If he lasers him in half? So be it. They gave up their humanity long ago. << Jean! We're going to need to end this fast! >> As he finds himself back to back with her, just like the old days, he continues to fire one blast after the other towards the copters as if to try and ward them away, or damage them enough they will have to turn tail. << Can you force them to stand down? If not, do what you need to do. >> 

:'''{{#var:9039|Phantasm (9039)}} has posed:''' Phantasm does not get the benefit of the hive mind that the team has so he's left to figure out the plan on his own. He's a bit delayed in his actions as a result. So lets recap. Protests. Most people are peaceful. Some aren't. The ones that aren't are mostly being handled by the police but now we got what looks like a SWAT type of group getting in as well. But the reaction of laser beam face seems to indicate that maybe they're not law enforcement after all. The message being projected out to the crowd as a whole seems to reinforce the fact. Not 'Hey you punching ___ stop it right this instance', not a 'please disperse'. But 'Surrender mutants.' If that wasn't a one size fits all type of statement he's not sure what is. And then all shit breaks loose. The people emerging from the helicopter are shooting indiscriminately into the crowd. Oh HELL no. Angered, the bird spreads his wings and hops off with the intent of swooping down towards the soldiers. The view of Pixie shifting and falling changes the matter as his path changes, gliding towards her, shifting to more of a shadowy humanoid form as he lands beside her. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' No time to play nice, then. No time at all. Jean refocuses her attention on the two that seem to be leading the operation and her powers seek out the delicate threads of thought. 'Fall back, retreat!' She puts the frantic, panicked thoughts in the heads of the commanders with an empathic shove of terror in order to muddy disciplined thoughts. Even if they wouln't run, it might cause disruptions in the ranks. It's not her only plan. Should it fail, she readies her powers to sever the lines of consciousness. It'll be ugly and fast - the equivalent of a knife to a brain surgery when you should be using a scalpel. It may do worse, so she holds of until she has no choice with gritted teeth and a look of focus. 

:'''{{#var:202|Wolverine (202)}} has posed:''' Hrnh! Fine... Flicking the cigar away, Wolverine doesn't look all that bothered by the waste. He can always go back to Cuba, after all. But he chafes under requests of almost any type, especially reasonable ones. He holds the inhale as the teleportation disc slides up his body, legs disappearing, then body, and finally his stubbly, grouchy head. But when he reappears over the Reavers, he springs into action, spreading his arms out and unleashing his claws with their trademarked 'Snikt!' He falls briefly, landing with a heavy thud on the ground right in the path of The Big Guy. Not quite the Drop Bear Special, but it's close enough that he'll definitely ruin this Reaver's day. Of course, as soon as he leaves, the roof gets overrun, but he's needed more where he's at. As he collides with The Big Reaver, Wolverine takes a punch to the midsection that would collapse a lesser man's chest cavity like an empty can of Molson. Instead, it makes his entire skeleton vibrate and gives him the very unpleasant sensation of a bell that's been rung. HRRRNGH! 

:'''{{#var:182|Archangel (182)}} has posed:''' Having seen Pixie fall already, the mutant known as Archangel had already altered course to intercept before Cyclops's new orders came over the radio, but having the rescue deferred to Shannon frees him up to slightly alter his trajectory, fold his wings in tight to his sides, and dive towards a group of the rifle carrying DAMT solders, changing position at the last minute to try and drive his feet into one and knock him into the others. We need to get these people out of here, Cyclops! 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Copy that, Cyclops, en route!"      Nightingale immediately veers to change course, executing a sharp turn towards where she sees Pixie has fallen. But it seems Pixie is not alone. Who could it be, though? Hoping it was at least a non-hostile, she too lands next to her stricken teammate, kneeling down to scoop her up in her arms.      "My turn to get you clear this time... it's gonna be okay, don't worry."      There is no time to offer further reassurance, nor is there time to speak to the odd figure who, too, seems to have taken up a guardian sort of position next to the stricken young woman. Instead, she simply offers a nod of thanks, spreads her wings, and takes to the air, heading for a rooftop some blocks away--hopefully out of range of those darts!      "I've got Pixie... keep hostiles off my back till we're clear?" 

:'''{{#var:8870|Tesla (8870)}} has posed:''' Tesla finds himself, just as he's stepping off of the X-Men rooftop with the aid of shifting magnetic fields, face to face with one of the flighty cyborg enforcers. He shifts his heel just as he leaves solid ground to push off and swerve slightly around his assailant. As he does, Magneto's apprentice shows himself to be as light on his foot as his teacher would prefer. As he curves off into the air and off to the side, Tesla uses momentum to rip the cyborg off of the rooftop and thrown out into the sky. His other hand rises toward one of the copters and, in a shower of sparks, rips its blades away from the chassis. As the copter full of soldiers is left to fall to the ground, the same hand sweeps sharply to the left, sending the whirling blades on a journey to cut through the Reaver. Tesla cycles his earpiece through the range of frequencies until he finds an opportunity to address the X-Men - or Jean and Scott, at least. "Do I seem so monstrous to you now, I wonder?" The question doesn't really wait for an answer. "Stop concerning yourself with dispersing them. They're already lost. I tried to warn you, showed you what they would use, but it's too late now; they'll be cut down in waves, and their evolution with them. Either they use their power or they fall. You might take the lead in bringing /your/ power to bear." Tesla releases whatever may remain of the Reaver and pushes forward into the sky, releasing his cape to flow behind him as he glides over the scene. The descending copter is caught before it can fall onto the mutant victims. Torn to pieces in a screeching sound of ripping metal, it instead vaults downward into the road and stabs into asphault, forming a wall of sorts assembled from jagged debris to intercept darts. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' That was fast, Illyana reacts as a bolt of electricity surges past her, narrowly missing her. "I was hoping they would want to talk first." But that just means that she needs to cut off her electrical friend before he starts hitting anyone else with his shots. Besides, he seems to have picked her out to start things off. So she's willing to accept his invitation. And so she starts to circle him, using the other Reavers as cover, not minding if any of them get to experience first-hand what their teammmate is sending out. But her movements are all to get close enough to the shooter. Once she's satisfied that she's 'almost there', she opens a portal behind the "shooter" Reaver and makes a big lunge at the Reaver in front of her, aiming for the "shooter" behind him. If she hits the first, it's fine. But it's always intended to be followed up with another lunge... this one designed to deliver them both right into the portal. 

:'''{{#var:248|Pixie (248)}} has posed:''' Pixie is still alive, thankfully, and has some bruises, a big one on her head from the fall. Thankfully it wasn't a serious fall and aside from maybe a sprained ankle and bruises and cuts she should be okay..Unfortunately, her wings have all but she yelled up and fallen off, and her hair is...Ginger!? She's still unconscious though.. The Reaver that aims for Scott has more than met his match, and continues to cancel out his beams with his own, maintaining a steady stream of energy..Meanwhile the speedster fighting Tesla seems to be quite agile, veering around the corner, rushing at him again..But the distraction of another chopper flying out of the sky is enough of a distraction and he yells, dashing off the edge of the rooftop. Four peacekeepers have already made it to the top, about to shoot Cyclops while he is distracted but they suddenly pause, seemingly confused as new orders are barked into their comm..Stand Down! They freeze, turn and retreat. Down below, much the same is happening, though it's not co plate. Maybe about half of the soldiers stand dian and even start to retreat, even as the second commander steps up. "What are you doing? I said attack!" but now there is confusion among the ranks. It's enough time bought to allow at least some mutants to flee, although the biggest chopper is now rounding up certain mutants, not even depowering them, just stunning them, loading them into the biggest chopper. As for Wolverine, the tough guy cyborg snarls, only slightly bruised from punching his adamantium laced skeleton and charges him again, attempting to pummel him with his fists. At the same time, two soldiers sneak up on him from behind! attempting t9 shoot him with more cure darts. Illy's Reaver is a bit confused, sparing blindly more electric bolt before he is swallowed up by a portal and ends up shooting some of the soldiers instead of her. More soldiers are closing in towards Archangel and Nightingale and Phantasm, attempting to shoot at them with surprisingly long range darts. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Continuing to focus his beams upon the Reaver in front of him, Cyclops lets out a loud noise of frustration. He jerks to one side, then angles the beam for the cyborg's legs, looking to send him careening off the roof if possible. He keeps himself back to back with Jean to protect her guard. With Jean bubbling them from being darted, he isn't too worried about the humans with cure guns at the moment. << Good job, Jean. Looks like a lot of them are taking off. Keep it up. >> << Everyone else, focus down your targets and get out of there. We're heading back to base once we push them back. >> It seems that Nick Fury has a call coming his way soon. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Phantasm (9039)}} has posed:''' Phantasm starts to crouch down but upon Shannon coming over, he steps back, allowing her to take over the removal of Megan from the scene. From what he recalls, probably better SHE leave the area too. He gives a curt nod in response to Shannon's acknowledgement, straightening back up as he gives a quick glance around the area. In particular anyone who might be looking towards Shannon and Megan. A dart he doesn't see passes through him, falling to the ground. When one he does see lodges in to him. He looks to it for a moment before looking back to them. The Phantasm eyes narrow as he lets out a low growl, running towards the shooters, form elongating as the humanesque form becomes more wolf like. Teeth bared as he lunges foward, biting and clawing at the shoulders and arms holding the weapons. 

:'''{{#var:202|Wolverine (202)}} has posed:''' Getting the wind knocked out of him is enough to make Wolverine mad. But amid the chaos and confusion, the grouchy little Canadian hears the sounds of his teammates, and feels the scope of the ongoing emergency in his brain. One of his teammates is down, the friendly, cheerful one that's way too young to be in the war zone that this protest has turned into. Seeing the depowered form of the mutant formerly known as Pixie, off too far away for him to be of any assistance, Wolverine refocuses his attention on The Big Reaver just in time to take another hit, this time to the head. Blood shoots out of both of his nostrils, and he goes flying several meters into the crowd. Wolverine's presence is no longer on the team's psychic link. The thing that comes rushing back toward The Big Reaver isn't Logan. It's the thing that shows up when about five feet of meat and bone, and a hundred or so pounds of Adamantium suddenly find themselves with no pilot other than a feral, rabid rage. RRRRWWWRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!!! With foaming saliva dribbling down his chin, the body of Wolverine leaps into the air, for a moment appearing to defy gravity. When he lands on The Big Reaver, the big guy's arms are unable to defend against the furiously slashing blades. The attacks are mindless, programmed years ago into the back of Weapon X's mind, and called up now that most of his higher brain functions have ceased. A shower of blood, guts, and metal is all that any intrepid observer would be able to make out, if they could stomach looking directly at the spectacle. Only when it's over, and he's standing in the shredded remnants of his enemy does Wolverine realize that his hands and arms are bleeding profusely. And sticking in his back are several cure darts. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Pixie. Jean can feel the disruptions in her link with the team. Part of her feels the mutants below as they're hit, like the distant pops of tiny Christmas bulbs in the far corner of her psyche. Gritting her teeth as she diverts part of her attention to keep a pink shield up around herself and Scott, Jean turns her focus to the other commander. No time for playing nice now. Her power is a hand reaching down to grab hold of the power cord and yank it out of the wall, only it's his conscious thoughts that's the plug. << One at a time isn't working. We're outnumb-- >> She begins says to Scott, her voice tight until she feels Logan drop out of the link. She doesn't talk then, but she does growl and her mental tone bleeds red. << This needs to end. >> 

:'''{{#var:182|Archangel (182)}} has posed:''' Archangel deftly dodges the darts being fired at him as he weaves evasive maneuvers in the air trying to draw attention more to himself than Shannon, giving her an opportunity to draw out of range. You heard the man, Warren yells into his com-unit towards Shannon, "Go, get Pixie out of here, I'll keep them off your back as best as I can." That being said, the high-flying Archangel flares out his wings to the side, making himself a large target and trying to block visual reference to Shannon as the young mutant makes her escape, "We can hold this much longer, Cyke!" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Just a little bit farther. She just had to hold on a little bit longer. "Copy that, Archangel, I'm almost to the ro..." In the next second, Nightingale's voice cuts off with a choked-sounding 'oof'. Momentum alone carries her as she glides the last few meters to the rooftop with Pixie in her arms, the pair at least making it to safety. But the damage has been done. As she rolls to break her fall, the reason is quickly apparent why. What was her mark of evolution is fading rapidly from her back, those white, sweeping wings shrinking and fading away into nothingness. From her left shoulder, a very, very lucky shot gleams, having delivered its payload into her bloodstream. As soon as she rolls to a halt and can lay Pixie down safely, she's tapping the comm in her ear. We're safe, but I'm hit. 

:'''{{#var:248|Pixie (248)}} has posed:''' Everywhere there is chaos. But the fire is slowly dying down. Those who were not hit are retreating but there have been a lot of mutants attacked nonetheless and in the cruellest way possible. Phoenix's next more forceful physic suggestion hits its mark, and suddenly all the soldiers are retreating, actually fleeing back to what choppers remain. They managed to detain some notable mutants although Tesla has escaped their grasp it seems. Wolverine manages to totally Slaughter the big muscular cyborg. Violently.While Cyclops gets the upper hand on beamguy, blasting him off his feet and sending him flying off the roof. Those who were not directly attacked continue to retreat, filing into the choppers and quickly leaving the scene. All the same, it seems the damage was done, and while the Xmen managed to minimize the damage, it is nonetheless quite apparent. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' << We're getting out of here. Magik! Do it. >> Once the targets on the roof is down, Scott takes a moment to catch his breath. He reaches out to grab Jean by the hand, squeezing it tightly for a moment before he lets her go. There is a flash of light as the teleporting Russian opens several portals with strikes of her sword, swallowing the X-Men up, as well as a wolf by accident! Tesla on the other hand? He gets left behind. Manners make the man after all. Where will they end up? Back at Xavier's in the X-Men's base, the War Room. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Phantasm (9039)}} has posed:''' He's angry! Grr. He's fighting! Grr. But he hasn't killed anyone. Grr? Despite what's going on. All in the all, the wolf has been pretty well controled. Granted each dart he sees hitting him have stuck in and it looks like he's covered in multiple dart piercing as he thrashes about. As the soldiers run off, the Wolf's tail wags, and so do the darts sticking out of his body. As the portal snatches him up, the wolf lets out a yelp of surprise as that was not of his own doing. The head tilts, looking to the odd surroundings. The phantasm has accidentally been in one of the dorm rooms of the school before but never any of the other locations. So, he has no idea where he is. The wolf looks around, and upon spotting Megan, walks over to check on her. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Another mind crackles and fizzes through Jean's link, and that seems about as much as she can take. The sound of her scream is frustration and rage boiling over as she wheels around on her feet to look towards the retreating operatives. It's only Scott's hand that stills her from charging but even then she's already at arm's length. As the portals open, however, Jean doesn't go. "I'll be back." She tears herself away and charges for the edge of the roof and doesn't even pause when she leaps right off of it. But she is Jean Grey, and she does not fall. Instead she takes to the air and she turns up towards the clouds and is soon out of sight. 

:'''{{#var:202|Wolverine (202)}} has posed:''' The soldiers, and their superiors, must have thought that the sudden loss of powers would make most of the mutants helpless nearly instantaneously. And for most of the mutants at the protest, that's pretty accurate. But they apparently didn't plan well enough for an unpowered mutant who's just as dangerous without his powers, and even angrier now that he's bleeding all over the place. Turning around, the completely feral Wolverine leaps into the soldiers, tearing at them much more easily than he did the Big Guy, but every bit as mindlessly. To defend themselves, they fire off round after round of Cure Darts, realizing all too late that they would have much better luck with a regular handgun. But not all of them will end up in steaming pieces on the ground, as the berserker is yanked from the battlefield while still in the throes of madness. When he looks around, confused by his surroundings, it looks for a moment as if he's about to charge the nearest X-Man and rip out a few organs. And maybe that's what he's trying to do as he stumbles forward, claws still out, blood pouring out of the holes where they exit his hands. Suddenly wobbly, he falls to one knee, and then slumps forward, collapsing onto the ground with all the obvious signs of shock. All over the new rug, too. 

:'''{{#var:182|Archangel (182)}} has posed:''' One moment the high-flying Archangel is high above the crowd over Mutant Town, the next he is in the confines of the War Room. Outspread wings taking up much of the available space are quickly retracted, folding in tightly across the blonde mutant's back as he looks around for Shannon and Pixie with a stream of words that sound like they should come more from Logan than someone labeling themselves as an Angel. "It'll be ok." he says as he takes a knee next to the fallen mutants, "We will get Hank on this. Have you back to normal in no time." He turns his eyes to Scott and Jea..He looks around the room. "Where is Jean? Did we leave her behind?!," Warren shouts accusingly. "Did they get her?! 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Once they step through, Scott gives a glance around as well, looking for Jean. He furrows his brows, then presses his lips into a thin line. "She's.. fine. She is just resolving one last thing. Right now we need to focus on Logan, Megan and Shannon." He scoops Megan up into his arms. "Warren, get Shannon. Logan, geezus, you got a billion of those things sticking out of you. We need to get you all to the medbay." There is worry in his voice, though he tries to maintain his confident leader stature. At the sight of the wolf, he pauses for a moment, then tilts his head to the side. ".. Andrea, is that you?" It's not Rahne. She's bright red. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "I'll be fine. Just worry about Pixie and Logan."      Shannon frowns, looking down at her hands, then at Logan. A few very colorful metaphors come from her as well as, for once, she can do little to help, but rummage in her little brown bag and start checking over the fallen, assessing their injuries. "I'd really strongly suggest we put a call in to Josh, ASAP."      Healers make the worst patients, and it seems this is the case as well. Powers or no, she can't ignore her teammates when they are hurt, possibly far worse than she is.      However, with Warren given orders to get her to the medbay, she doesn't put up a fight for once. "Please, help them," is all she says. 

:'''{{#var:182|Archangel (182)}} has posed:''' Tossing back the little cowl that covers his head, Warren sighs as he look to Scott, "She went off on her own again...didn't she?" The winged mutant shakes his head, moving to go and help Logan while he looks to Shannon, "If you are good to walk, can you get Pixie on your own? I'll see if I can't get the old man myself." Warren kneels down next to the bloodied ex-mutant and tries to pick the short man with the metal-laced bones up into a fireman's carry in order to get him to the medbay. "We need to put this pincushion on a diet...he's heavy.." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Phantasm (9039)}} has posed:''' Feeling like someone was looking at him, the greyish wolf glances up from beside Megan, shaking his head. Darts flopping about. "No." That is most decidedly not a female voice. But, it could sound possibly familiar to those who have heard it before. Although, context is severely lacking. He shifts back into raven form. Darts piling up on the floor as he does so. He glances down, tugging out another dart before chucking it on the floor. "Not sure how I got here..." He looks between the Megan, Shannon, and Logan. "...What was in those darts?" 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "It's called Neuro-X. It's an anti-mutant cure. If you got shot up with it and didn't lose your powers, it means you're not a mutant." Scott says with a frown on his face. He shifts Megan's weight in his arms, then clears his throat. "Magik, if you please.." It seems that a new portal is opening behind the raven, revealing what appears to be somewhere in downtown. "Sorry about that, but at least we got you out of the fight. Feel free to head home." He says before he starts for the med-bay. "You doing okay, Logan?" He asks as he heads down the hall to put the child away, followed by a phone call to Josh. "Shannon, I still want you in the medbay to be looked at by Josh and Hank. Even if you can make it on your own. I'm.. I'm sorry this happened to you." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Phantasm (9039)}} has posed:''' Phantasm looks over to the portal and then to Magik. He shakes his head, "That's alright, I'll use my own." With a hop into the air, he pops out of sight. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Though Shannon nods to Warren and moves to pick up Pixie, it seems Mr. Summers has beaten her to it. So she simply offers him a smile, reaching out to briefly touch his shoulder.      "It'll be okay. Just gives me a chance to thank you for all those times you insisted on training de-powered. I owe you one. Besides," she adds, following everyone down to the medbay.      "I'd rather share the risk with my friends and family. It's worth it." 
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Nightingale

2020-09-23T13:13:39Z

Shannon:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Shannon
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=8765
|Img=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/3f/2f/16/3f2f16b2aa85710fc0eca3760e859c5b--chanel-beauty-chanel-makeup.jpg
|FullName=Shannon Lance
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Student
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Xavier's School
|Education=Homeschooled
|Groups=[[Xavier's School]] [[New Mutants]]
|Quote="You ask me how can I heal others when it costs me so much. I ask you, how can I -not- heal them?"
|PAge=17
|AAge=17
|DOB=25 July 2011
|Height=168 cm (5' 6")
|Weight=54.5 kg (120 lbs)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Diane Kruger
|Song="In The Arms of an Angel" by Sarah McLachlan
|Profile=The daughter of an undertaker and artist, Shannon Lance was born and raised in Connecticut. Up until the summer just before her fourteenth birthday, she was a normal, if somewhat quiet and laid-back teenager. An incident at summer camp that year revealed her healing gifts and their cost to her, and later that summer, her wings grew. While she had always been homeschooled, she now kept even more to herself, lacking understanding and control of her gifts. While her family supported and loved her unconditionally, they could do little to help her, and even now in her sixteenth year, hope beyond hope for help for their daughter.
===Current Player Approved: July 23, 2019===
|Description='''Description'''
 
Before you stands a young woman of average height and fair of complexion. Her hair hangs loosely down to the middle of her back in a straight waterfall of pale gold, errant wisps of which frame her diamond-shaped face. Her eyes belie her youth; while they readily twinkle with mirth at some of life's foibles, at times they bear the look of worry that a youth should not have. She wears no makeup, and needs none, her skin tone being an even alabaster hue, and her lips a delicate shade of rose. For her age, she is neither overly chesty, nor so small as to be teased. Rather, she is somewhere in the middle, with pleasant curves forming where they belong and showing promise of future beauty. 
 
Today, she is wearing a simple, pale blue paisley cotton sundress with a low back, but modest scoop neckline. While it is well-fitted to her torso, the skirt is loose and swishes about her legs, reaching down to her ankles. The material is sufficiently opaque for modesty, but light enough to allow for the warm, humid weather of summer. If one looks at her long enough, the reason for the low back on her dress becomes apparent--sprouting from her back is a pair of wings reminiscent of classical paintings of angels. On her feet are a plain pair of cork-soled flip flops, held to her feet by straps of blue leather that match her dress, and bedecked with a silk daisy near the toes.
|Personality='''Personality'''
 
While sweet and kind, the time since the fateful summer at Camp Pinewood has shaken her deeply, leaving her shy and with lack of confidence in herself. Her heart cries out for her to heal, yet she lacks the full understanding of her gifts and their side effects. Violence and hatred are alien to her, things she has a difficult time understanding, and little patience for when she sees it. Her background of homeschooling has allowed her to retain an air of innocence behind the education and varied experiences over the course of her education. While she is quick to verbally dress others down for being hard on themselves--one of the rare times she will work up the courage to speak out--she is equally quick to be very hard on herself. She is more comfortable in smaller social situations, yet if necessary will tolerate large ones.
|History='''History'''
 
Born to a loving, understanding, if somewhat occasionally freaked-out and confused family, Shannon Lance was homeschooled right from the start. She was fascinated by the tales of the heroes in the world, but never thought for one moment that she could be one. 
 
That changed in her thirteenth summer, just before she was to turn fourteen, when she attended Camp Pinewood. One of her tent-mates took a second-degree burn when they foolishly tried to pull a frying pan out from over the campfire, only to have it spill down their front. When Shannon attempted to help her friend by applying a cool compress, her fingers came in contact with the burn. Inexplicably, her friend was healed, but at a cost--Shannon now bore the burn herself, which would leave a faint scar on her solar plexus after it healed. This caused considerable consternation among camp staff when word got out, and she was sent home. 
 
Later that summer, not long after her fourteenth birthday, she would be "blessed" with wings. Her family decided it was best to keep her home entirely after that, though as she continued to grow up, small incidents around the home--both with friends and family--put her in the position of having to use her gifts. She lacks control and full understanding of her potential, but her good nature and heart make it difficult for her to hold back when she knows help is needed.
|Abilities='''Accelerated Healing'''
 
When either ill or injured through normal means, or when as a result of use of her Healing Touch, Shannon can recover at a somewhat accelerated rate. For example, a cut that would take weeks to heal might only take her a day or two, or an illness that would leave someone miserable for a couple weeks might only take her a few days to recover from. With her current lack of training, she would be unable to handle internal injuries or regenerating limbs, but could grow into this later.
 
'''Flight'''
 
Her angel-like wings give her the ability to fly--they are not just for show! Her current maximum would put her able to keep up with the posted speed limit on most highways, ranging from 55-65 mph, though most times this is not necessary. While in flight, she can currently carry around half the weight she normally would while walking. At present, she would not be able to carry an adult human, but a healer needs to train their strength as well.
 
'''Healing Touch'''
 
Shannon can heal injuries via physical contact. When this occurs, the injury or disease can be taken on as her own. The rate at which this occurs can vary depending on the severity of the infirmity. With her current lack of training, she is limited in what she can successfully absorb (i.e. minor to non life-threatening injuries such as second-degree burns), but has the potential to grow further into this ability.
|Skills='''Baking and Cooking'''
 
While she is no Michelin-starred chef, Shannon does enjoy dabbling in cooking, preferring homely comforts like good soup, bread, and sweet baked goods over haute cuisine.
 
'''Educated'''
 
"Homeschooled" is far from "uneducated" in her case. While she has weaknesses in subjects relating to mathematics, she has a strong base in several others. Her favorites are history and music, with science and foreign languages coming in as a close second. She was and is the type of student that will borrow a Latin textbook for the summer simply for the fun of it.
 
'''Music'''
 
Being homeschooled her whole life, Shannon's had the opportunity to explore various musical interests. She currently prefers to play the piano, flute, sing, and compose music on the computer. These things have brought her a great deal of joy, and are a source of comfort since the shock of coming into her abilities, and realizing she is a mutant.
 
'''Mythology'''
 
An avid reader from a the tender age of two years old, Shannon has always had a fascination with mythology, particularly based around the Greco-Roman pantheon. She can usually find a reference within ancient tales to fit many difficult situations, often referring to a well-loved volume that looks as if it might once have been someone's college book on the subject.
 
'''Sewing'''
 
Necessity is the mother of invention, and this is no exception. Shannon has found it necessarity to be able to sew, to make certain her clothing works with her wings. She is learning to extend this to pleasurable as well as utilitarian uses of the skill, such as quilting and embroidery.
|Resources='''Flute'''
 
Shannon has a Jupiter closed-hole concert flute that she has been playing since age 12. While she is no expert, she plays fairly well at approximately an intermediate level.
 
'''Laptop Computer'''
 
Shannon has a fairly decent laptop computer, which does well for research, communication, the occasional video game, and especially music composition.
 
'''Piano'''
 
Shannon has a slightly older Yamaha YPG-635 portable electric piano that her mother passed down to her. She can often be found playing it with headphones on, taking refuge in music when emotions run high.
 
'''Sewing Kit'''
 
Shannon has found it necessary to be able to sew her own clothing, or alter existing pieces to fit, due to her wings. She has learned to gain enjoyment from this, and experiments with quilting for relaxation from time to time.
|Weaknesses='''Absorbing Injury'''
 
Shannon struggles with her control when it comes to absorbing injuries. Sometimes she can control this ability, but more often than not at this stage, finds that she takes on the injury involuntarily. However, this is usually dependent on physical contact at the site of injury, and internal injuries tend to take longer, sometimes giving her time to prevent absorbing internal injuries or major diseases such as cancer, for instance.
 
'''Shyness, Confidence'''
 
Shannon's experience of being shunned and feared for her abilities and simply being a mutant by most, with the exception of her family, have shaken her confidence to the core, leaving her almost painfully shy, fearful of her own gifts, and with a decided lack of confidence in herself. It is also difficult for her to trust, though perhaps there is some part of her that might still be reached.
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[[Category:Xavier's School]] [[Category:New Mutants]]

10954/Teen Burger Night

2020-02-06T14:23:41Z

Shannon:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2020/02/02
|Location=Burger Joint - Salem Center
|Synopsis=X-Students meet a Power Pack member and giant burgers are tackled.
|Cast of Characters=8876,8765,9029,8925,9322,248
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:8876|Alex Power (8876)}} has posed:''' There's a light dusting of snow outside, easily cleared off the roads to make them passable, but most people are indoors. However, having recently returned to Earth, Alex was so feeling the urge for a burger. Because 31st Century burgers just aren't as great. Having already placed his order, he's over in the corner where an old arcade machine is set up and he's button mashing like whoa. "Come on, come on, I got you... hyperspace!" he says excitedly as he presses the button to warp his little 'Defender' ship... ...right into an alien swarm. And out bombs, he's quickly overwhelmed. "Drats!" He's dressed in a jersey style shirt over a long john style colored shirt, with blue jeans and a pair of tennis shoes on as he puts in his initals as 3rd place and moves to sit at a table to wait for his food. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Jello. It was the bane of medical centers everywhere. And right now, Shannon wanted -real- food. By real, one can read 'greasy food that neither my friends nor I have to cook' here. So there was just one solution to be had.      Burgers.      Yes, that's right. A greasy, juicy slab of ground beef on a bun. But this time, not any old burger would do. Oh, no. Such delights were best shared, so what's a girl to do?      Why, order a Giant Burger to share with friends, of course!      She's dressed in her favorite blue jeans, cream tunic sweater, and caramel suede boots, with her goofy red and white 'Where's Waldo' hat holding her little blue braid in check, on the left side of her face. With a grin at Gwendolyn, she actually... cackles? "Hope you're hungry. I've heard these things are -massive-!" 

:'''{{#var:9029|Gwendolyn (9029)}} has posed:'''      With Shannon finally out of the infirmary, it was Gwendolyn's goal to get her to do something that was not in the infirmary first and something social second. While she isn't the biggest social butterfly, Gwendolyn knows when to get people outside of the four walls that they were confined to over the past few days, so when the suggestion of burgers was made, there really wasn't a tough decision to be had. She had called the Uber while the conversation was going and the pair of them were on their way within the hour, after telling people where they were going, just in case people wanted to be fashionably late.      Forgoing the imager since this was in Salem, Gwendolyn's mutation - antenna on her head and insect-like plates and spines on her arms - were visible, although the wings were folded away and her visor was covering her eyes like a pair of high-tech sunglasses. "I checked. No jello anywhere on the menu here." she says cheerfully, holding open the door to allow the winged woman priority entrance. "Garcon!" Gwendolyn says cheerfully. "Your finest booth!" 

:'''{{#var:8876|Alex Power (8876)}} has posed:''' The cashier at the counter chuckles. "You got your choice tonight, and they all offer excellent views!" he calls back out to Gwendolyn. Then he calls out. "Order for Power! One double double, onion rings and neopolitian shake!" Standing up from his table for two where he was the only one sitting, the blonde makes his way up to the counter. "That's me." he offers, taking out his reciept to show it to the cashier, before accepting his tray. Lifting it up, Alex turns, and when he spies the pair, he stumbles for a moment, dropping his tray before he acks, and the tray and food stops in mid-air, surrounded by a field of white with black dots as it rises back up to him. "Oops." he says, aheming to himself slightly. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Why, merci, madamoiselle Gwen!" Shannon keeps her wings neatly tucked in behind her as she slips through the door, not at all keen on anything happening to them again! As soon as she's through the door, however, she stretches them out a bit, flexing them slowly as if perhaps working out some cramps in the muscles. Or just enjoying the feel of being more mobile. "Sure hope Bean got that text, 'cause I think it's going to take all three of us to eat one of those Giant burgers!"      And then... the tray drops. Her eyebrows loft as things just seem to hover mid-air. "Nice catch!" she calls out, her lips quirking upwards in a smile. "You okay?" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     Did Bean get the text? The answer to such as question would necessarily have to be along the lines of pointing out the particular certainty of which branch of the faith the Bishop of Rome follows, or the arboreal sanitary arrangements of the predators of the genus Ursus. In short, Bean got the text. Bear, on the other hand, had insisted on playing in the park a bit longer before going back on the job, and now trots in ahead of the teenaged mutant surely future hero (of the non-turtle variety). Trots in wearing his bright yellow high-vis jacket, making way for his human-looking handler.     Today, in fashion that never goes out of style, Bean is rocking a jacket over his plain grey hoodie, and even has deigned to wear a non-descript black cap with no team affiliation unless 'The Snow Dusters' are a team somewhere. It doesn't take him long to spot Shannon and Gwen, walking over with his usual confident gait, preceded by the ever faithful German Shepherd. 

:'''{{#var:9029|Gwendolyn (9029)}} has posed:'''      "So what, exactly, are we eating here? I mean, I've had burgers before - even big ones, but the way you described this place was like a bizarre food challenge that seems solely designed to make clothes not fit.". Gwendolyn may protest weakly, but she came along willingly, so it seems she's capable of putting in the time to make this worthwhile and give Shannon an idea of how a Cajun girl can eat!      The door is closed behind and Gwen gives a once-over to the place, waving at the sight of Bean and his faithful companion. "Hey." She tugs at Shannon's wing with gentle fingertips to get her attention. "Burger finishing crew has arrived." and with that arrival,she claims the largest booth in the corner, making sure there is room for all. "Cool.". she calls from her spot, scanning the menu and getting about halfway down before she feels her waistline expand just from reading it. "That a telekinetic ability you have there?".      This is a big change from when Everyone first met Gwendolyn. she's more comfortable with being a mutant, and points out things when in a safe place, like a burger joint in the middle of a fairly mutant-friendly town. 

:'''{{#var:8876|Alex Power (8876)}} has posed:''' Busted. Alex adjusts the tray slightly once he catches it, and the young blonde looks down at his meal. Only one onion ring spilt! Then of course, there's the girl calling out to him, and his cheeks warm with heat. "Not really telekentic. I don't think." he shrugs his shoulders, unsure for the moment to approach the table with the two ladies or return to his own seat. "Gravity manipulation. I mean. Kind of the same thing?" he suggests. "In the quantum physics type way." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon waves over to Bean, grinning. "Hey! Glad you could make it!" As tempting as it might be, she does not give the German Shepherd any scritches--not with that yellow vest on in public. Her eyebrows go up, and she peers at his hat. "What's 'The Snow Dusters'...?"      Gwen's question is given a very simple answer, as the winged girl gestures towards the menu. "The burger to end all burgers. The Giant Burger. Every place seems to have its own food challenge, and this is the one for here!"      Alex gets a little bit of a smile, and she steps over to help him with his tray. "C'mon, there's some room over here to set that down and sort things out, if you want to join us? I'm Shannon, by the way. The girl with the really awesome glasses is Gwen, and this is Bean, with his canine companion, Bear." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     A burger needed slaying, a burger is going to be slain. The mighty have been called to battle, and today they shall feast until they can feast no more. Except, of course, Bean is well known for his appetite when on some kind of training schedule, which is all the time he does not spend in the medical bay. How the gym equipment has suffered lately...     "You raise an interesting point." he nods to Alex as he sits down, on the outside portion of the booth so he can keep Bear sitting next to him. "Can telekinesis be described as manipulation on the atomic level of the object being manipulated, or is a local field altering reality to effect the change upon it? At what point does one become indistinguishable from the other? Studied much quantum physics? I'd love to hear your take on it."     The cap gets a tap, and the snow dust falls off, leaving it bare. Someone was doing something strictly non-essential there... a sense of humor might be rubbing off on the teutonic mule. "Technically I'm Sam, but everyone calls me Bean, so why protest at this point?" 

:'''{{#var:9029|Gwendolyn (9029)}} has posed:''' "I'm going to hate myself in the morning for trying this, aren't I?" Gwendolyn asks, eyeing the warnings printed on the little laminated signs on the table that she chose. Sure, free if you eat it all in an hour - that's not going to happen because dammit, she's going to be a little ladylike when it comes to that sort of thing - but if it's cooked well, she'll certainly give it a shot. Bear, as he approaches, gets a little wiggle of her fingers. It's good that she chose a booth in the corner - plenty of room for Bear to get out of the way.      Gwendolyn rolls her eyes - at least, t hat's the head movement she gives, her eyes hidden by the goggles, at Bean's questioning of Alex's powers. "Can we not delve into the mysteries of the universe right now, Bean? We've got a burger to deal with. Oh, and a strawberry shake if they have them?" 

:'''{{#var:8876|Alex Power (8876)}} has posed:''' A heartbeat of thought, and the blonde moves to join them at the table. "I sort of brought my own?" he asks, gesturing to his own meal sas he moves to sit where allowed. After settling down, he chuckles. "Just a little, when Lar and Braniac get to arguing on it." There's a brief roll of his eyes at that, as he sets the meal out to move the tray to the side. Though everyone else is offering introductions, he figures he should as well. "Alex. Alex Power." That may ring some bells for some of those that know of the adventures of a very young Power Pack. At least he's grown up a little since then? 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Unfortunately, Shannon is not one of those that has heard of the Power Pack. She slides into the booth, scooting over to make some room. "Nice to meet you, Alex." The other two names get a bit of a raised eyebrow from the winged girl, however. "Ummm... Lar? Brainiac? Those are pretty unusual names." The question as to their identity remains hanging in the air between them, though she doesn't ask outright.      Glancing over at Bean, she chuckles lightly. "Well, everyone keeps getting you mixed up with Sam Guthrie, so yeah, Bean just -works-. Saves us a lot of headaches in the end." She grins at Gwen, letting the two gentlemen present discuss quantum physics and how they pertain to superhuman abilities. "I'm not understanding a word those two are saying, are you?" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     The name is, it turns out, familiar. Bean remembers it, remembers the team affiliation, and their place on the 'local enforcement threat' list. The whole takes about a second or two of combing his memory, although it doesn't affect his smile or general expression. "No discussing the mysteries of the universe, high energy /or/ particle physics, or anything more complex than high school geography, understood." He adds a wink to Gwendolyn. Who is this creature and what have they done to the real Bean?     "Can I at least tell people why cartoon bombs are shaped like that?" He points out what might be called the motif of the decor. After all, he loves a good anecdote. 

:'''{{#var:9029|Gwendolyn (9029)}} has posed:'''      Gwen shakes her head. "Not in the slightest. I just let them talk about whatever it is they talk about and then, if it matters to me in the slightest, I'll chime in." Gwen, too, is unfamiliar with the Power Pack, but Alex seems friendly enough, so he fits into the world as well as can be expected. "It's also your fault for being named Samuel, Bean. At least we don't have a cat called Bean, then we'd have to refer to you as Human Bean all the time, since the cat had the name first." Yeah, GWendolyn's babbling a little. Why, she has no clue.      "So...this massive burger. Do we just wait and then they bring it to us after we sign the releases and warnings, or do we hit a red button beneath one of these bombs to set it off?" 

:'''{{#var:8876|Alex Power (8876)}} has posed:''' "I have some weird friends." Alex admits with a chuckle. "And that's their names." There's others, but he's not going into that at the moment. "So do you go to school around here?" he asks curiously, before his attention is taken with talk of bombs and burgers and he glances at his own food. And then he's pushing his onion rings to the middle of the table to offer to share with the others. Because as much as he'd love to bring up smartship 'Friday' and all of that, he's learned not to you know, share all of his secrets in one night. Taking the paper off the straw, he moves to put the straw in his shake to take a drink. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Oh, yes. Sooner or later, someone was bound to ask the question about school. With her wings, Shannon couldn't exactly say just -where- she attended. So how best to answer that sticky question? With a truthful, yet evasive answer. "I was mostly homeschooled," she replies, reaching for one of the onion rings. She twirls it around on her finger for a moment before chomping down. Who says you shouldn't play with your food?      To Gwen, she shrugs. "I don't know if they have waivers and releases for this one. And who gets to place the order?" Bean gets a nudge, and she chuckles. "That quantum physics talk actually made a weird kind of sense. Sort of. Kind of. Okay, maybe not much but it's still fun to listen to." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     Who gets to place the order? Egads, certainly not Bean. He actually still hasn't passed that test, which is coming up soon alongside the 'riding the subway without collateral damage' test. Sure, he's had some burgers, sometimes even by himself, but always supervised in some way. 'Ordering' is a subject still very much on his to-do list. "Hey, I'm only here to provide the digestive support." is his public reason, with the usual fixed smile.     "Quantum physics is a pretty amazing topic. The more you study it, the more you realise that some of the earliest physicists were literally making it up as they were going along, and somehow managed to be right at the same time. Except for Heissenberg, who had a built-in defense against scrutiny. Possibly. Can't be certain on that one. Literally." A bit of a joke for the other table guest? Possibly.     "I got most of my education in a very selective private school. Now I go to... well, a very selective private boarding school." And he hangs around with mutants without the blink of an eye. 

:'''{{#var:9029|Gwendolyn (9029)}} has posed:'''      They all do, really, and it's not something that's spoken aloud outside the walls of those hallowed halls, but they all share the same conspiritorial grin from time to time. "Okay then, if Bean's not going to order, I guess that leaves it up to me." She does snag one of Alex's onion rings from the middle, giving him a small salute of thanks before slipping out of her seat in the booth - having to pass over Shannon to do so - and heads to the counter.      From the table, you can't exactly see what she's ordering, but the gestures towards the sign advertising 'The Big One' and pointing to the table where the other two....er, three are sitting? That gets the woman behind the counter nodding and, as Gwendolyn walks away, she stops and points to the shakes. One please. It's paid for, too, with her little bit of allowance saved up and, when she returns, she gives everyone a look and a grin. "So, we eat it all, it's free and we get the cost of the burger back, PLUS t-shirts. Can your gravity make some more room in your stomach for this, Alex?" Gwendolyn teases a little, not having to introduce herself since Shannon already did so. 

:'''{{#var:8876|Alex Power (8876)}} has posed:''' Alex was just about to place the order when Gwendolyn did so. "I was more asking if you all went to school together. But that's cool. I took my GED to get early graduation. It was so I could do some things on the side and all..." he trails for for a moment and takes an onion ring after Shannon, giving her a smile. "Now now, Bean. We keep saying we can't talk about physics and then come back to it.' he teases Bean, before he lifts his blonde brow. "So why does a bomb look like that anyway?" he decides to ask. It may be some information he can use to finally beat Braniac in Trivial Pursuit some night! 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon simply glances between Bean and Gwen with one of those 'Let's talk later' looks, even as she becomes a speedbump to Gwen en route to the mastery of a gastronomical challenge. "Oooo, t-shirts? If you need yours altered later, let me know." Adjusting clothes to better fit those with wings? Yeah, she's got dis. She smiles a bit to Alex, reaching for another onion ring, nibbling on this one slowly "So what kind of things on the side do you mean, Alex?" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Thanks, Gwen!" Bean calls after her when she goes to put in the order, finally helping himself to an onion ring. That at least occupies his mouth until Gwendolyn is back... well, that and taking the leash off of Bear, a sure signal to the Shepherd that they're going to be here a while and he's free to lay down and rest. Of course most of the time he carries his own leash anyway, but symbology is still important. Laws possibly not as much.     "Well, these days when we think of bombs, we think of..." and here he has to /very/ quickly veer away his train of thought, lest he gives away some things that should not be discussed in public "... sticks of dynamite with some kind of timer attached, right? Well, originally a bomb was actually shaped like what it looks like in those pictures. A hollow metal ball, with a spout to fill it up, that gets filled with black powder. Then you'd ram a cork or a shaped bit of wood in the spout, stick a fuse through it, and light the fuse. They usually got used as part of an artillery train, cannons and howitzers mostly. You would take a pre-filled ball, load the cannon, light the fuse on the bomb, and then fire it at the enemy. Cutting that fuse so the bomb would explode at just the right time was almost an art. When fired from a field gun, they're usually referred to as shells rather than bombs, with the solid rounds known as shot. They were surprisingly underwhelming. Or, at least, most of the enemies being shot at preferred to be shot at with shell, which was less likely to kill. So, in short, they look like that so you could fire them out of a cannon."     Of course Bean would know that. 

:'''{{#var:8876|Alex Power (8876)}} has posed:''' As he listens to the story, Alex considers and then chuckles. "Well, that is something I didn't know." he says with a thoughtful look, before he sighs. "They'll probably be able to guess that though." Reaching for another onion ring at the same time as Shannon, their fingers bump for a moment, and he draws back with a laugh. "Sorry! Ladies first." he says with a grin, before taking one after she does. Though there comes the question of other stuff. "You know, things that involve that gravity manipulation thing you saw earlier." he finally decides as he chews on the onion ring. He's trying to feel out a trust level, but he just met everyone. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      It doesn't take much for Shannon to figure out just what Alex was implying, offering a nod of understanding and a knowing look. Her cheeks go a tiny bit rosy as they reach for an onion ring at the same time, grinning a bit sheepishly. "Merci. Even though you're being kind enough to share these with us."      Bean's story is listened to with rapt attention, her brow arching, and she smiles lightly at him. "Wow. Almost an art? Doesn't sound like 'almost' to get those things to explode at just the right time...." Her voice trails off and she shivers a little bit, her jovial expression fading for a moment. Her wings begin to furl themselves around her like a feathery cocoon, and she just goes very, very quiet.      But, at least the burger was arriving at the table! And the thing was -massive-. By itself, the burger patty looked as if it weighed around 10 lbs, and was skewered to hold it together. On the top was a large dill pickle, and--just as if it was a cherry on top of a savory sundae--a normal size burger. And let's not even get into the mess of fries and onion rings that surrounded the burger behemoth! One could almost hear the table groan as the server set it down with a grin and a wink. "You kids enjoy! Good luck!" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     That reaction. That was why Bean didn't want to go into too much detail about modern explosives. But at least he gets to see it before exposing Shannon to the simulation he'd been working on. Mental notes made. And even as these mental notes are being recorded, Bear stirs from where he lays, worms his way under the table and lays his head in Shannon's lap, looking at her with those big, concerned eyes.     And then, of course, the burger arrives. It is, truly, massive. A behemoth. Attended to by its lesser brethren and sistren, surrounded on all sides by still more food. The teen looks at it, raises his left eyebrow just a fraction. "Is that one portion or just the appetizer?" Bold words indeed. It looks like cutlery is almost mandatory to tackle the beast. "Alex, you want the superposition extra?" 

:'''{{#var:8876|Alex Power (8876)}} has posed:''' When the behemoth arrives, Alex's eyes widen. "If this were a supervillian, we'd be in some trouble here." he says with a smirk as he gestures to Bean. "No, by all means, your friend paid for it, I'll let you go first." he offers politely. Though when he catches Shannon's blush, his own erupts on his fair features as he swallows hard and covers that up with a sip from his shake. "But, the battle will be joined or something, and we'll conquer this burger yet!" he decides to offer up enthusiastically. Then adds, "I should have brought my little brother, Jack, with me. He'd probably eat the whole thing by himself." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      It takes Shannon a moment to realize that Bear's head is in her lap, right through the barrier of feathers surrounding her. It forces her to unfurl her wings, reach down, and gently scritch that wonderful doggo right between the ears. "Hey," she almost whispers. "I'm okay, Bear. Shhhh... it's all good, buddy." One hand remains on the dog's head, and the other reaches for some of those fries that surround the behemoth burger like some odd, spiky golden cloud. "Guess that depends on the supervillain," she remarks. "But yeeeeeah, this would be a doozy!" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Where would this fall on the super-villain scale?" Bean asks, innocently, as he frees the top burger... and since he doesn't want to handle what is essentially a giant spike, he does so by breaking the burger in half and dislodging it that way. More than one way to un-skewer a burger, hah.     Bear does not take things like this for granted. It's impossible to deceive the canine specifically trained to detect signs of shock and flashbacks. The head is joined by a paw, and the general motion appears to indicate that pretty soon Shannon is going to have a very friendly German Shepherd in her lap. 

:'''{{#var:8876|Alex Power (8876)}} has posed:''' "Probably less than Galctus, better than Stilt-Man?" Alex suggests. "I mean. Power of stilts? I guess if you want to be a high rise peeping Tom." When some of the burger is offered to him, he lifts it up with his twisting of gravity and floats it over to him to start in on. Though with the attention on Shannon and her wings, which he takes notice of, there's some confusion that touches his features. "If I have made you uncomfortable, I apologize?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Very slowly, Shannon's wings continue to unfurl, her hands otherwise occupied with paying attention to Bear, leaving her unable to take part in the burger challenge for the moment. She begins to relax a little, forcing herself to take several slow, deep breaths, to calm her racing heart. Her color begins to return to normal as her focus shifts to the present. "Huh..? Noooo, no you didn't, Alex. Just... had a reeeeally bad day a few days ago, got busted up but good. That talk of explosives kind of freaked me out for a minute. It wasn't you." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Interesting scale." Now there's a different smile on Bean's face. He now knows more about Alex than he perhaps wanted to share, or maybe he's just amused there really is a villain out there known as stilt man. "Power of stilts is a bit pointless unless it also comes with the power of perfect balance." Chomp. The smaller burger is starting to meet its demise.     With Shannon's heart rate and blood pressure returning to normal, Bear stays where he is. That does mean that there's a very large dog head in Shannon's lap, with a pair of very concerned doggy eyes constantly looking up at her. The Shepherd's tail wags under the table, brushing against Alex' shoes.     "Yeah, sorry, that was my fault. I should have known better. Guess I'm a bit immune to it, my private school was a bit martial in nature." Ah, military school then? 

:'''{{#var:8876|Alex Power (8876)}} has posed:''' Hiding things isn't exactly Alex's strong suit. Then again, he's with mutants, so he's taken some liberties with assumptions - which are confirmed with Shannon's words and he lifts his gaze to her in concern. "You're alright now though? Your wings are very pretty." he admits as he works on eating the part of the burger he was offered. And then he glances down when he feels something on his ankles and he laughs. "I think your dog is happy to have done his job. He's a very good boy." he offers in praise as he gives a shrug of his shoulders. "I mean. I had some adventures when I was younger." he finally relents as he looks at his hands. "I'm not a mutant." he finally admits, perhaps worried now that he's said that they will ask him to leave the table as he takes a bite. "But it is a long story." 

:'''{{#var:9322|Josiah (9322)}} has posed:'''     Josiah had spent most of the day putting up fliers for the revival service he is a part of. Having a bit of money, he decides to enter the burger joint. He see's shannon and he approaches the group. "Why you do get around Chere." He says with a smile, his louisanna accent showing before he clears his throat and decides to sound more like a normal person. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     Right. Okay. Bean is not the sharpest spoon in the drawer when it comes to what might be referred to as matters of the heart, but even he can't fail to spot that one. Mental gears shift slightly, which includes updating his assessment of Alex in case he needs to fulfill his solemn promise to Shannon. "Oh yeah, he's the best of boys, and he knows it." Bear is, in fact, wearing his yellow 'support animal' jacket, which might make people wonder exactly why Bean needs one. As if understanding every word, and in his case that might be a literal truth, Bear wags his tail a bit faster, nudging happily into Shannon's hand before retreating back under the table. Another job well done!     Even as he eats, Bean's head turns to Josiah, with the intensity and same sense of purpose as an anti-air battery starting to track a target. At least he makes sure his mouth is empty before he nods a greeting. It even has a smile attached. "Hi there." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon glances up a bit and smiles, waving to Josiah as she recognizes him. One hand remains on Bear's head as she idly strokes that soft, short fur. "Josiah, hi! Bean, Alex, this is Josiah. Sam brought me to his revival meeting last evening. I'd still be in a bad way if he hadn't helped heal me. Josiah, this is Samuel, who we sometimes call Bean so we don't mix him up with the one you met. And this is Alex." Gwendolyn seems to have stepped out for the moment, but she shrugs, and smiles. "Come join us? This is one behemoth burger that needs eating!"      Alex's concern is met with a light touch of her hand on his, though the gesture is kept very brief. She nods, and smiles a little bit. "I'm alright now. Got knocked out of the sky, took a bad landing right onto my wings. Busted both wings, broke a few ribs, and wound up with a nasty egg on the back of my head a few days ago." Wait, a few days? "Nature did what nature does, and I had some help from Josiah along the way. It would've taken a couple days longer if he hadn't stepped in." 

:'''{{#var:9322|Josiah (9322)}} has posed:'''     "IF you do not mind my joining you. The last thing I want to do is intrude." Josiah says as he waits for their answer before sitting down. "I am starving. I been busy putting up fliers." He says as he offers a hand to the various people present. "I happen to be a mutant like Shannon here. I can heal injuries and even call up energy to make weapons armor, wings, and barriers." He says as he steals some fries. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn yawns tiredly as she steps into the burger joint..She is clearly sleep deprived, having stayed up all night to rebake those darned choco chip cookies after a certain *someones* trashed her first attempt. Nothing like a juicy greasy burger to fix the spot of an empty stomach! She peers around as she steps in, stepping to the front to order a teen burger before glancing around for an empty seat. 

:'''{{#var:8876|Alex Power (8876)}} has posed:''' The touch to Alex's hand is returned, but he doesn't try to hold on when Shannon withdraws. "A few days? That's pretty amazing. I'm glad you're back on your feet. And apparently, thank you, Josiah. I'm Alex." To seperate who he is from Samuel, as the three of them were working on the giant burger challenge on the table. He considers for a moment, and he reaches up to rub the back of his head. "I'm not a mutant, but I have powers?" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "I will neither confirm nor deny my status as a mutant." Bean mentions offhand, helping himself to some actual burger. There are plenty who are partaking of the fries and onion rings, but The Beast is still whole. Such shall not stand! And clearly, he's not going by Silver Era rules explaining his abilities, if any, on the first meeting. "Thank you for helping Shannon, Josiah. Please, join us." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      While there weren't really any empty spots, the booth where the group was sitting looked as if it might have a spot or two open. Shannon smiles to Josiah and nods by way of answer to his question. And this was just about a heartbeat before she spotted Megan. She waves over to the pink-haired girl, and smiles. "Hey, Megan! Had a hankering for a burger, too? We're trying the Giant One Challenge." Said behemoth was still intact, so about the same time as Bean has that look--the one that says 'You die now' to the burger--she herself is reaching for her knife, to cut a wedge out of the meaty treat as if it were some sort of cake.      "Ugh, we're going to need a few days of marathons to run this off!" 

:'''{{#var:9322|Josiah (9322)}} has posed:'''     "What is good for the soul isnt too healthy for the body." Josiah says with a smile as he watches the group and eats more fries. He then looks to bean and grins. "I been trying to bring more mutants to my sermons, but people think I force feed religion down their throats. I prefer to share thoughts with others on the various stories in the good book." He says as he watches the pink haired girl now, studying her. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn glances towards the booth where a handful of familiar people sit...Okay, Maybe only some of them are familiar faces, one in particular causes her to bite her lip nervously and she turns back to the counter to make an extra order. Moments later she smiles and waves to Shannon, although her smile for Bean is a bit more hesitant, knowing how she nearly let the cat out of the bag so to speak. "Erm...Hi guys! How's it going?" her red eyes pass over the unfamiliar faces, offering them a cheerful smile and nod. Ooh, new faces..Cool! I'm Megan, nice to meet you.." she places a tray with a large slice of delicious looking cherry pie adorned with a swirl of whipped cream in front of Samuel, clasping her hands in front of her, bowing her head slightly as if seeking forgiveness, "Erm...Bean...? I'm really really really REALLY sorry about being totally tactless and absolutely careless the other day...Yknow..At the nightclub...? Will you forgive me? I dunno if you like cherry pie but I really hope you'll accept it as a peace offering...?" she practically pleads, clearly feeling really bad for her prior indiscretions..It's probably no secret to those who know Pixie that she can be a wee bit of a motormouth at times.. 

:'''{{#var:8876|Alex Power (8876)}} has posed:''' As there are peace offerings and such being made, Alex gives a grin. "I should take some of that pie with me when I go back." A smile is offered to Megan when she arrives. "Hey. I'm Alex." he offers as feels his phone vibrate and he takes it out to frown. "Of course she'd want to know where I am." he says with a small sigh. "I don't have too much longer, my little sister is grumpy that I went out." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Which God?" It's an off-hand comment again, but Bean already knows the answer. He just wants to see what the response is before he changes the topic. "Met a few, going to be introduced to another soon, so..." And his smile actually grows wider for a moment. "'Proof denies faith'" Ah, now what book could he possibly have quoted that from? At least Babelfish didn't come into it yet.     Having finished his chunk of Monster Burger, he smiles over to Megan and waves her into the booth. "C'mon, sit down. And don't worry about that whole thing it was... just never mind. I've completely forgotten about it already." Cherry pie, it seems, buys forgiveness. And he's well aware of his reputation, so he's not too surprised that it took a while for Megan to work up the courage to do this. "Join us? We can't do this just by ourselves, this is a team effort if ever there was one." 

:'''{{#var:9322|Josiah (9322)}} has posed:'''     Josiah smirks. "I am aware of thor. To be honest each culture has its own views on gods. I however prefer the christian god, since it is what I was raised with." He says. He then raises a hand and white light forms in his hand in the shape of a knife and he cuts a piece of the burger off and then the light becomes light and vanishes. He then munches on his piece of burger. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods and smiles a little bit to Alex. "Aww! Kind of sweet she's checking in on you." She takes a pen out of the little brown bag that remains ever tied to her belt, a napkin from the table, and scribbles something down on it. She nudges the scrap of paper over to Alex, though doesn't really expect anything to come of it. "Well, if you've got to go, be safe, okay?" Bean's comment, and his elucidation upon his words, get a bit of a smile from her. "Don't forget, there's one that works at the club with us, too," she adds, with a bit of an impish smile given to Megan and Josiah as well. For her part, as the other girl makes her apologies, she goes silent, just watching the entire exchange. See much, hear much, speak little. She smiles a bit over at Josiah, and shrugs. "Thor's rather nice, actually. So's Poseidon, and Hercules." She looks about to add another name to the list but stops herself right there. Yeah. No. Speak the name, and let's not have those horns appear! 

:'''{{#var:8876|Alex Power (8876)}} has posed:''' Given the scrap of paper, Alex looks at it and his eyes widen before he looks up at Shannon and he smiles a bit brighter. He gets out his phone and immediately puts in the information before tapping a few buttons and pressing send. >> Got it. Call you soon? With Shannon's information saved to the phone, Alex gets to his feet. "I live in the city, but I hope to see you all again soon!" And with that, he's heading towards the door to make his way back home. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Oh yeah, behind the bar, isn't he?" Bean seems to remember the new bartender. Not that he spends a lot of time on the club floor, climbing around in the rafters keeping the lights and electrics going.     Surprisingly, Alex will already have his number.     And it is finally time to begin slaying the beast. 'Stab it with their steely knives'? Don't mind if he does. With a single deft motion, he picks up his knife, spins it end over end in his right hand several times and then stabs it down into the burger, to carve out his next piece. "I'm not big on religion. I prefer my gods where I can see them." Still, he smiles to Josiah. "But a good sermon requires good oratory, and public speaking skills are much in decline these days. From a purely philosophical point of view, I wouldn't mind hearing one that is properly delivered." The burger? It has to share time with a bit of cherry pie.     Eating commences in earnest now. 
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Nightingale

2020-01-02T08:47:41Z

Shannon:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Shannon
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=8765
|Img=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/3f/2f/16/3f2f16b2aa85710fc0eca3760e859c5b--chanel-beauty-chanel-makeup.jpg
|FullName=Shannon Lance
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Student
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Xavier's School
|Education=Homeschooled
|Groups=[[Xavier's School]] [[New Mutants]]
|Quote="You ask me how can I heal others when it costs me so much. I ask you, how can I -not- heal them?"
|PAge=16
|AAge=16
|DOB=25 July 2011
|Height=168 cm (5' 6")
|Weight=54.5 kg (120 lbs)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Diane Kruger
|Song="In The Arms of an Angel" by Sarah McLachlan
|Profile=The daughter of an undertaker and artist, Shannon Lance was born and raised in Connecticut. Up until the summer just before her fourteenth birthday, she was a normal, if somewhat quiet and laid-back teenager. An incident at summer camp that year revealed her healing gifts and their cost to her, and later that summer, her wings grew. While she had always been homeschooled, she now kept even more to herself, lacking understanding and control of her gifts. While her family supported and loved her unconditionally, they could do little to help her, and even now in her sixteenth year, hope beyond hope for help for their daughter.
===Current Player Approved: July 23, 2019===
|Description='''Description'''
 
Before you stands a young woman of average height and fair of complexion. Her hair hangs loosely down to the middle of her back in a straight waterfall of pale gold, errant wisps of which frame her diamond-shaped face. Her eyes belie her youth; while they readily twinkle with mirth at some of life's foibles, at times they bear the look of worry that a youth should not have. She wears no makeup, and needs none, her skin tone being an even alabaster hue, and her lips a delicate shade of rose. For her age, she is neither overly chesty, nor so small as to be teased. Rather, she is somewhere in the middle, with pleasant curves forming where they belong and showing promise of future beauty. 
 
Today, she is wearing a simple, pale blue paisley cotton sundress with a low back, but modest scoop neckline. While it is well-fitted to her torso, the skirt is loose and swishes about her legs, reaching down to her ankles. The material is sufficiently opaque for modesty, but light enough to allow for the warm, humid weather of summer. If one looks at her long enough, the reason for the low back on her dress becomes apparent--sprouting from her back is a pair of wings reminiscent of classical paintings of angels. On her feet are a plain pair of cork-soled flip flops, held to her feet by straps of blue leather that match her dress, and bedecked with a silk daisy near the toes.
|Personality='''Personality'''
 
While sweet and kind, the time since the fateful summer at Camp Pinewood has shaken her deeply, leaving her shy and with lack of confidence in herself. Her heart cries out for her to heal, yet she lacks the full understanding of her gifts and their side effects. Violence and hatred are alien to her, things she has a difficult time understanding, and little patience for when she sees it. Her background of homeschooling has allowed her to retain an air of innocence behind the education and varied experiences over the course of her education. While she is quick to verbally dress others down for being hard on themselves--one of the rare times she will work up the courage to speak out--she is equally quick to be very hard on herself. She is more comfortable in smaller social situations, yet if necessary will tolerate large ones.
|History='''History'''
 
Born to a loving, understanding, if somewhat occasionally freaked-out and confused family, Shannon Lance was homeschooled right from the start. She was fascinated by the tales of the heroes in the world, but never thought for one moment that she could be one. 
 
That changed in her thirteenth summer, just before she was to turn fourteen, when she attended Camp Pinewood. One of her tent-mates took a second-degree burn when they foolishly tried to pull a frying pan out from over the campfire, only to have it spill down their front. When Shannon attempted to help her friend by applying a cool compress, her fingers came in contact with the burn. Inexplicably, her friend was healed, but at a cost--Shannon now bore the burn herself, which would leave a faint scar on her solar plexus after it healed. This caused considerable consternation among camp staff when word got out, and she was sent home. 
 
Later that summer, not long after her fourteenth birthday, she would be "blessed" with wings. Her family decided it was best to keep her home entirely after that, though as she continued to grow up, small incidents around the home--both with friends and family--put her in the position of having to use her gifts. She lacks control and full understanding of her potential, but her good nature and heart make it difficult for her to hold back when she knows help is needed.
|Abilities='''Accelerated Healing'''
 
When either ill or injured through normal means, or when as a result of use of her Healing Touch, Shannon can recover at a somewhat accelerated rate. For example, a cut that would take weeks to heal might only take her a day or two, or an illness that would leave someone miserable for a couple weeks might only take her a few days to recover from. With her current lack of training, she would be unable to handle internal injuries or regenerating limbs, but could grow into this later.
 
'''Flight'''
 
Her angel-like wings give her the ability to fly--they are not just for show! Her current maximum would put her able to keep up with the posted speed limit on most highways, ranging from 55-65 mph, though most times this is not necessary. While in flight, she can currently carry around half the weight she normally would while walking. At present, she would not be able to carry an adult human, but a healer needs to train their strength as well.
 
'''Healing Touch'''
 
Shannon can heal injuries via physical contact. When this occurs, the injury or disease can be taken on as her own. The rate at which this occurs can vary depending on the severity of the infirmity. With her current lack of training, she is limited in what she can successfully absorb (i.e. minor to non life-threatening injuries such as second-degree burns), but has the potential to grow further into this ability.
|Skills='''Baking and Cooking'''
 
While she is no Michelin-starred chef, Shannon does enjoy dabbling in cooking, preferring homely comforts like good soup, bread, and sweet baked goods over haute cuisine.
 
'''Educated'''
 
"Homeschooled" is far from "uneducated" in her case. While she has weaknesses in subjects relating to mathematics, she has a strong base in several others. Her favorites are history and music, with science and foreign languages coming in as a close second. She was and is the type of student that will borrow a Latin textbook for the summer simply for the fun of it.
 
'''Music'''
 
Being homeschooled her whole life, Shannon's had the opportunity to explore various musical interests. She currently prefers to play the piano, flute, sing, and compose music on the computer. These things have brought her a great deal of joy, and are a source of comfort since the shock of coming into her abilities, and realizing she is a mutant.
 
'''Mythology'''
 
An avid reader from a the tender age of two years old, Shannon has always had a fascination with mythology, particularly based around the Greco-Roman pantheon. She can usually find a reference within ancient tales to fit many difficult situations, often referring to a well-loved volume that looks as if it might once have been someone's college book on the subject.
 
'''Sewing'''
 
Necessity is the mother of invention, and this is no exception. Shannon has found it necessarity to be able to sew, to make certain her clothing works with her wings. She is learning to extend this to pleasurable as well as utilitarian uses of the skill, such as quilting and embroidery.
|Resources='''Flute'''
 
Shannon has a Jupiter closed-hole concert flute that she has been playing since age 12. While she is no expert, she plays fairly well at approximately an intermediate level.
 
'''Laptop Computer'''
 
Shannon has a fairly decent laptop computer, which does well for research, communication, the occasional video game, and especially music composition.
 
'''Piano'''
 
Shannon has a slightly older Yamaha YPG-635 portable electric piano that her mother passed down to her. She can often be found playing it with headphones on, taking refuge in music when emotions run high.
 
'''Sewing Kit'''
 
Shannon has found it necessary to be able to sew her own clothing, or alter existing pieces to fit, due to her wings. She has learned to gain enjoyment from this, and experiments with quilting for relaxation from time to time.
|Weaknesses='''Absorbing Injury'''
 
Shannon struggles with her control when it comes to absorbing injuries. Sometimes she can control this ability, but more often than not at this stage, finds that she takes on the injury involuntarily. However, this is usually dependent on physical contact at the site of injury, and internal injuries tend to take longer, sometimes giving her time to prevent absorbing internal injuries or major diseases such as cancer, for instance.
 
'''Shyness, Confidence'''
 
Shannon's experience of being shunned and feared for her abilities and simply being a mutant by most, with the exception of her family, have shaken her confidence to the core, leaving her almost painfully shy, fearful of her own gifts, and with a decided lack of confidence in herself. It is also difficult for her to trust, though perhaps there is some part of her that might still be reached.
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[[Category:Xavier's School]]

Nightingale

2020-01-02T08:38:56Z

Shannon:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Shannon
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=8765
|Img=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/3f/2f/16/3f2f16b2aa85710fc0eca3760e859c5b--chanel-beauty-chanel-makeup.jpg
|FullName=Shannon Lance
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Student
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Xavier's School
|Education=Homeschooled
|Groups=[[Xavier's School]]
|Quote="You ask me how can I heal others when it costs me so much. I ask you, how can I -not- heal them?"
|PAge=16
|AAge=16
|DOB=25 July 2011
|Height=168 cm (5' 6")
|Weight=54.5 kg (120 lbs)
|Hair=Blonde
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Diane Kruger
|Song="In The Arms of an Angel" by Sarah McLachlan
|Profile=The daughter of an undertaker and artist, Shannon Lance was born and raised in Connecticut. Up until the summer just before her fourteenth birthday, she was a normal, if somewhat quiet and laid-back teenager. An incident at summer camp that year revealed her healing gifts and their cost to her, and later that summer, her wings grew. While she had always been homeschooled, she now kept even more to herself, lacking understanding and control of her gifts. While her family supported and loved her unconditionally, they could do little to help her, and even now in her sixteenth year, hope beyond hope for help for their daughter.
===Current Player Approved: July 23, 2019===
|Description='''Description'''
 
Before you stands a young woman of average height and fair of complexion. Her hair hangs loosely down to the middle of her back in a straight waterfall of pale gold, errant wisps of which frame her diamond-shaped face. Her eyes belie her youth; while they readily twinkle with mirth at some of life's foibles, at times they bear the look of worry that a youth should not have. She wears no makeup, and needs none, her skin tone being an even alabaster hue, and her lips a delicate shade of rose. For her age, she is neither overly chesty, nor so small as to be teased. Rather, she is somewhere in the middle, with pleasant curves forming where they belong and showing promise of future beauty. 
 
Today, she is wearing a simple, pale blue paisley cotton sundress with a low back, but modest scoop neckline. While it is well-fitted to her torso, the skirt is loose and swishes about her legs, reaching down to her ankles. The material is sufficiently opaque for modesty, but light enough to allow for the warm, humid weather of summer. If one looks at her long enough, the reason for the low back on her dress becomes apparent--sprouting from her back is a pair of wings reminiscent of classical paintings of angels. On her feet are a plain pair of cork-soled flip flops, held to her feet by straps of blue leather that match her dress, and bedecked with a silk daisy near the toes.
|Personality='''Personality'''
 
While sweet and kind, the time since the fateful summer at Camp Pinewood has shaken her deeply, leaving her shy and with lack of confidence in herself. Her heart cries out for her to heal, yet she lacks the full understanding of her gifts and their side effects. Violence and hatred are alien to her, things she has a difficult time understanding, and little patience for when she sees it. Her background of homeschooling has allowed her to retain an air of innocence behind the education and varied experiences over the course of her education. While she is quick to verbally dress others down for being hard on themselves--one of the rare times she will work up the courage to speak out--she is equally quick to be very hard on herself. She is more comfortable in smaller social situations, yet if necessary will tolerate large ones.
|History='''History'''
 
Born to a loving, understanding, if somewhat occasionally freaked-out and confused family, Shannon Lance was homeschooled right from the start. She was fascinated by the tales of the heroes in the world, but never thought for one moment that she could be one. 
 
That changed in her thirteenth summer, just before she was to turn fourteen, when she attended Camp Pinewood. One of her tent-mates took a second-degree burn when they foolishly tried to pull a frying pan out from over the campfire, only to have it spill down their front. When Shannon attempted to help her friend by applying a cool compress, her fingers came in contact with the burn. Inexplicably, her friend was healed, but at a cost--Shannon now bore the burn herself, which would leave a faint scar on her solar plexus after it healed. This caused considerable consternation among camp staff when word got out, and she was sent home. 
 
Later that summer, not long after her fourteenth birthday, she would be "blessed" with wings. Her family decided it was best to keep her home entirely after that, though as she continued to grow up, small incidents around the home--both with friends and family--put her in the position of having to use her gifts. She lacks control and full understanding of her potential, but her good nature and heart make it difficult for her to hold back when she knows help is needed.
|Abilities='''Accelerated Healing'''
 
When either ill or injured through normal means, or when as a result of use of her Healing Touch, Shannon can recover at a somewhat accelerated rate. For example, a cut that would take weeks to heal might only take her a day or two, or an illness that would leave someone miserable for a couple weeks might only take her a few days to recover from. With her current lack of training, she would be unable to handle internal injuries or regenerating limbs, but could grow into this later.
 
'''Flight'''
 
Her angel-like wings give her the ability to fly--they are not just for show! Her current maximum would put her able to keep up with the posted speed limit on most highways, ranging from 55-65 mph, though most times this is not necessary. While in flight, she can currently carry around half the weight she normally would while walking. At present, she would not be able to carry an adult human, but a healer needs to train their strength as well.
 
'''Healing Touch'''
 
Shannon can heal injuries via physical contact. When this occurs, the injury or disease can be taken on as her own. The rate at which this occurs can vary depending on the severity of the infirmity. With her current lack of training, she is limited in what she can successfully absorb (i.e. minor to non life-threatening injuries such as second-degree burns), but has the potential to grow further into this ability.
|Skills='''Baking and Cooking'''
 
While she is no Michelin-starred chef, Shannon does enjoy dabbling in cooking, preferring homely comforts like good soup, bread, and sweet baked goods over haute cuisine.
 
'''Educated'''
 
"Homeschooled" is far from "uneducated" in her case. While she has weaknesses in subjects relating to mathematics, she has a strong base in several others. Her favorites are history and music, with science and foreign languages coming in as a close second. She was and is the type of student that will borrow a Latin textbook for the summer simply for the fun of it.
 
'''Music'''
 
Being homeschooled her whole life, Shannon's had the opportunity to explore various musical interests. She currently prefers to play the piano, flute, sing, and compose music on the computer. These things have brought her a great deal of joy, and are a source of comfort since the shock of coming into her abilities, and realizing she is a mutant.
 
'''Mythology'''
 
An avid reader from a the tender age of two years old, Shannon has always had a fascination with mythology, particularly based around the Greco-Roman pantheon. She can usually find a reference within ancient tales to fit many difficult situations, often referring to a well-loved volume that looks as if it might once have been someone's college book on the subject.
 
'''Sewing'''
 
Necessity is the mother of invention, and this is no exception. Shannon has found it necessarity to be able to sew, to make certain her clothing works with her wings. She is learning to extend this to pleasurable as well as utilitarian uses of the skill, such as quilting and embroidery.
|Resources='''Flute'''
 
Shannon has a Jupiter closed-hole concert flute that she has been playing since age 12. While she is no expert, she plays fairly well at approximately an intermediate level.
 
'''Laptop Computer'''
 
Shannon has a fairly decent laptop computer, which does well for research, communication, the occasional video game, and especially music composition.
 
'''Piano'''
 
Shannon has a slightly older Yamaha YPG-635 portable electric piano that her mother passed down to her. She can often be found playing it with headphones on, taking refuge in music when emotions run high.
 
'''Sewing Kit'''
 
Shannon has found it necessary to be able to sew her own clothing, or alter existing pieces to fit, due to her wings. She has learned to gain enjoyment from this, and experiments with quilting for relaxation from time to time.
|Weaknesses='''Absorbing Injury'''
 
Shannon struggles with her control when it comes to absorbing injuries. Sometimes she can control this ability, but more often than not at this stage, finds that she takes on the injury involuntarily. However, this is usually dependent on physical contact at the site of injury, and internal injuries tend to take longer, sometimes giving her time to prevent absorbing internal injuries or major diseases such as cancer, for instance.
 
'''Shyness, Confidence'''
 
Shannon's experience of being shunned and feared for her abilities and simply being a mutant by most, with the exception of her family, have shaken her confidence to the core, leaving her almost painfully shy, fearful of her own gifts, and with a decided lack of confidence in herself. It is also difficult for her to trust, though perhaps there is some part of her that might still be reached.
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