Introduction
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xxxxxOverview of your character goes here.
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History
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xxxxxOriginally from upstate, but moved into the city young enough that she just says she's from there. Her mom was a maid, her dad -- who knows. Life in South Jamaica wasn't luxurious -- her family moved, a lot, sometimes in apartments, sometimes in motels, a few short stints in shelters when money was really bad -- but poverty or not she wouldn't say her life was miserable. Her mother was caring, she and her sister very close, and they learned as most people do to make do.
In school she did well -- most of the time, though a difficulty focusing and propensity for hot-headedness made her disciplinary record spotty even if her academic one was strong. Discovering an aptitude for gymnastics helped channel some of her excess energy into something she was /good/ at; after that mooost of the disciplinary issues settled down. More or less. She won several school-level competitions -- and then went on to continue winning things; local, state, /national/. Her bright run would probably have continued if her sister had not gotten sick -- acute myeloid leukemia which required quite a lot of Treatment. When her treatment required a stem cell transplant, Natalie of course was glad to see if she was a match -- but in the course of the extensive screening to make sure she was a compatible donor (which, as it turns out, she was) it came out that she was also, in fact, a mutant -- her rather phenomenal athletic capability low-key enough to have chalked up to natural talent before the testing.
Her sister's treatment was successful, that much was a blessing. Her gymnastics career, though, was over. She told herself it wasn't all that bad -- joked about how in her late teens she'd have been at the end of her career anyway -- and went back to a pretty mundane life in Queens. Coaching kids at the Y, bartending at night. The first zombie uprising took their mother -- succumbing to the disease; Natalie put her down herself. The second one got her sister. Displaced from her admittedly shitty slum of a house after some looters crashed the place, Nat made her way to the Lower East Side, where she spent most of the plague crashing at Evolve, helping keep that safehouse safe and starting to put down roots for the first time in a mutant community she had only conceptually knew existed before.
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Powers
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xxxxxAgility, reflexes, stamina, balance, coordination.
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Skills
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xxxxxA fair hand at automotive repair, handy in a general sort of way at basic home maintenance. Fluent in Spanish, muddling through learning ASL. Is a phenomenal gymnast. Great bartender.
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Connections
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Friends
Foes
And everything in between
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Trivia
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- Rides a Stark electric motorcycle that she's put a lot of custom work into; some people scoff at the idea of electric bike but her baby can FLY.
- Not literally fly. It's not a hoverbike.
- Searching online, her name comes up as a medalist in several state gymnastics competitions and even several national ones, round about a decade ago; at one point she was even in the running for the women's Olympic team, though was disqualified on ethics grounds that are unmentioned.
- And more.
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Natalie Anne Farrell
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Codename
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None
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Birthdate
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November 21, 1986
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Birthplace
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Syracuse, NY
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Species
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None
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Affiliation
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Citizen
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Alignment
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Still Searching
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Powers
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Agility
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Occupation
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None
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Registration Status
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Unregistered
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Played By
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None
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RP Hooks
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Still Evolving - Was taking shelter at Evolve during the zombie crisis; though she's looking for more permanent housing now, she has also been glad of the friends and support she found there and is looking to get more involved in the local mutant community.
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Fast and Furious - Devotes more love to her motorcycle than she does to most people. If she's sometimes cavalier about the rules of the road, well, those speed signs are suggestions, right?
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Leap Before You Look - Sometimes a little brash, sometimes a little Gryffindor, has a bad tendency to rush headfirst into a problem or a fight without necessarily asking if someone needs or wants her help.
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