Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2015 2:19:38 GMT
NAME: Emma Grace Frost
ALIAS: White Queen
OCCUPATION: C.E.O of Frost International
MEMBER GROUP: Mutants
POWERS AND ABILITIES:
Telepathy: Emma Frost is a skilled telepath, considered to be at almost the same level as Charles Xavier. She is capable of reading minds, projecting thoughts, erasing minds and implanting suggestions, illusions, scanning, tracking, entering the psionic plane, shielding minds from telepathic intrusion, hiding her own mental signature and giving small telepathic blasts that would cause pain and disorientation. Her ability is strong enough that she was once capable of communicating with all X-Men all around the world without the use of Cerebro, simply by focusing her powers on each one of their minds. She can keep a whole team mentally connected as well.
Organic Diamond Form: Her secondary mutation allows her to turn her entire body into a flexible organic diamond form, that is as strong and durable as real diamond and that allows her to spend an undetermined amount of time without the need for food, drink or sleep. Her diamond form also enhances her strength, lifting it up to 2 tons, and much like diamond, she is highly resistant to most injuries and changes in temperature. Her diamond form also renders her immune to telepathic powers.
While in her diamond form, Emma cannot access her own telepathy. She also tends to disconnect herself from her humanity, becoming colder and more ruthless. Emma has to transform her entire body into organic diamond, she can't choose which parts can be transformed, and she needs to be conscious to maintain it, otherwise, she will return to her normal fleshy form.
If she overextends herself in her telepathy, it can cause her to collapse, risking brain aneurysms and even death. If she is, by any chance, trapped within the psionic plane by another telepath, her body will remain in a constant coma until her consciousness can be freed. Emma can also be killed like any normal human when not in her diamond form. While quite unbreakable, her diamond form can shatter if a blow is applied in one of the small parts where there are imperfections, much like a normal diamond would, and in that case, she would die.
Skills: Emma Frost, despite her obvious sultriness and the ease with which she can seduce men and use sex as a weapon, is also extremely intelligent, having managed to create her company from scratch and make it as successful as it is to these days. She's a brilliant strategy and despite what people might think, there is a very smart brain behind her good-looks.
Together with all that, the time spent with the X-Men has given her some good notion of close combat that she can hold her own if she needs to. But it's definitely not her style.
PLAYBY: Margot Robbie
PLAYER NAME: Betsy
OTHER CHARACTERS: James Barnes
"You are worthless to me, Emma Grace Frost. Worthless. You cannot excel at anything, you are nothing but a worthless piece of flesh and you should be ashamed. Now get out of my room before I toss you out!"
Now, the sentence by itself would have been already quite appalling when you hear the sheer harshness of it. You agree with me, don't you? Of course you do. Now when we're talking about a father's words to his daughter, then you will understand why I wish for him to die a horrible death, perhaps killed by his own greed at some point in his life.
Pity, because it turns out I don't really care much what you believe is right.
My name is Emma Frost. And my life, what I have built for myself, everything that I am now, I made it so. Everything that you see, from my hair, to my breasts, to my clothes, it is here because that is what society requires. There is nothing that you cannot achieve if only you put effort in it, and mold yourself into fitting whatever is expected of you. In a way, that was how I behaved since I was nothing but a child. In a way, that's the only way I know how to be.
But there's power in knowing what people want and giving them just that. It's easy, because people are so inherently shallow that they just reveal to you everything that they want even without reading their minds. The world is shallow, not me. I just adapt to give the world what it wants so it will give me what I want. Quite simple, my father had always claimed that I was worthless, that I was useless, that I could not even get good grades at school and complained about terrible migraines that prevented me from studying. I loved my brother, my father said he was ashamed of Christian. I wanted to be a teacher - because it was such a beautiful career and so selfless, to give your knowledge to others, to young children that were starved for attention and eager to learn, and he said it was pointless. I wanted to love, and be loved, and he said it was a weakness.
My mother was simply a submissive woman who knew she had absolutely no voice and could not even dare saying anything on the matter. She was, simply put, your substantial fancy housewife, or almost a slave to my father's wishes, as I would say. We were always wealthy, our family had enough money that if I had wanted to live with my father's money, I would never even need to work. But... he was ruthless and unkind and there was nothing even remotely similar to love in our family, so much that he almost managed to turn each one of his children into puppets to his own whim. Almost. Because I would never truly allow him to make of me what he wanted me to be.
Growing up, there wasn't much else but boring family dinners, Adrienne trying to be her haughty self, Cordelia being a rebel to see if she caught father's attention, and Christian... Well, I knew Christian was different from the moment he became a handsome teenager who would never really give girls the time of his day. Christian and I were close, still are, as much as I don't have time to spend with my brother anymore. I knew he was gay, I supported him, but when my father discovered it, he simply made a scandal, and disowned my brother. Chris had a problem with his lack of strength when it came to escaping the reality we all lived in, and while he had resorted to drugs before, when my father turned on him, he really lost it. I had to stay by my brother's side, how could I not? He was the only thing that was remotely similar to a family that I had. The only one that truly showed love.
My father, however, had to choose one of us to be his heir and the one in charge of all the family's money. Of course, Adrienne was quick into believing it would be her. And what her disappointment when daddy chose me.
"Emma darling. Such a surprise that our father would choose you when you are obviously incapable of handling even yourself, let alone his whole fortune."
I remember her words still, but I couldn't help but smile. "Ah Adrienne, jealousy and bitterness do suit you. But don't worry, I don't want his money. In fact, I don't need it. Ah, darling, don't worry your pretty little head. I'll call you myself once I become more important than you."
And that was about it for that family gathering.
Christian was committed to a mental institute and I had to take him out of it. After a while, I did, but he went on his own life, knowing he had to find himself and set himself free. I told him he could count on me, no matter what. I loved my brother. I think he was the only one that truly knew me, not the mask that I put on to ignore the fact that deep down I was afraid the world could simply crush me down.
Several low-class job followed but they were done with my own efforts. I suppose we can say that I felt what was close to falling in love. Of course, a psychologist would say that the lack of fatherly love made me seek for refuge in all the wrong men. Troy Killkelly was one of them, and I should have known when he first told me his name. Who on this Earth has the surname 'Killkelly' and expect to be someone of worth? Long story short, he got himself in trouble, we staged my own kidnapping, and it would all go so well if Troy didn't get himself killed, if my father cared even the slightest bit about my fate that he would actually pay. Adrienne did one good thing in her life and exposed the video about my kidnapping, and my father finally paid. Not because he loved me. Not because he was afraid I would die. But because it would ruin his reputation as a perfect businessman if he left his daughter to die.
But the fun part was the money he paid was mine. As I freed myself, Troy was dead, the loan shark that had threatened him had also been murdered and so... I took the money and used it to finally give my life a proper kickstart.
First, college. Empire State University, and my first true love - Mr. Ian Kendall. A handsome teacher who I could simply not resist. He made me remember that once I was a young girl, with the hopes of becoming a teacher. He reminded me of the girl I once was and the girl that I could be proud of, because I could never be proud of what I became - I simply was what I was and had to take advantage of it, somehow. It was also during this time that I learned how to use my telepathy. But Ian had been dating another student, and when he dropped her to be with me, she blackmailed him. It would have been a scandal for a teacher to be romantically involved with his student. Yet, I learned that it is impossible to ever trust anyone. The one friend I believed I had, the one that had been teaching me how to control my telepathy, turned against me, forced Ian to choke me, and I had to do the only thing I could do - I defeated Astrid to save myself. And that's how her mental knowledge was transferred to my mind.
And that's when Ian proved to be such a lowly human and thinking I was a freak, he left me, disgusted he had ever been involved with a mutant. Ironic, isn't it?
Frost Industries came afterwards, a business stunt I pulled with my father's ransom money and that I brought to success with my own abilities. Of course, when you get that far, you tend to attract the right people. Or the wrong people, depending on what angle you see it. It was then that the HellFire Club first approached me. Sebastian Shaw offered me the place in the Inner Circle, claiming I was a perfect candidate for becoming the White Queen. Ah, finally a place with a title worthy of me, I would think. But he was nothing but a lowly pawn devising a plan to become the leader of it all. And so it was, after a coup that deposed all of those before him and made him Black King. And I was White Queen. Because Christian had told me, when I was only fifteen and looking for a dress to go to the prom, that white was my color.
Ah Christian. I wish I could have made you proud of me.
The offer for a place with the X-Men came after I lost my first group of students at my Massachusetts Academy. All my Hellions, dead after putting all their efforts into battling against their enemy. The weight of it still wears heavy on my shoulders, trust me, even though you might not see it from my diamond-like façade. When I finally realized my dream, it was shattered, like a diamond would be shattered if hit upon one of its very few imperfections. I accepted it, despite not abandoning my place at the Hellfire Club, because I believe that with the power I can get from being the White Queen, and the knowledge I can retrieve from the Inner Circle, I can know what I want to do with my own life. An advantage, if you will. I am a loyal woman, but I am loyal to my own goals and to my own thoughts. I suppose at some point Xavier understood my value - either that, or he took pity on my agony. Either way, he knew that when Scott Summers was the perfect boyscout that would do his best not to fail, and his girl was the perfect little girl who everyone should become - and it amuses me in a certain way when she showed she was far from it, but I digress -, I am the broken girl who has stood on her own two feet despite having hit rock bottom. I resurfaced, even though others would think of me as a spoiled rich girl who complains when she has it all.
Had I been anywhere close to New York City when the destruction came from the skies, I would have pondered about the true meaning of life. Power, what we supposedly have, or what we believed we had, next to a threat that surpassed even the biggest of enemies any of the X-Men might have faced. I wasn't, however. Business deals took me to Europe from where I witnessed New York being torn apart by aliens that had come after a deal struck by a false trickster God. Returning, I found out that there's an intrinsic bravery to each human being. Perhaps it isn't lost, the fact that the adversities only serve to make them believe even more. Yet where do we stand in all this? I'm not completely sure. And I am not even sure I wish to understand why I'm still doing what I'm doing. Redemption? I don't believe I'm salvageable. Remorse? Perhaps just a little. A desire to be someone to be proud of? One could delve into the depths of my mind and try to figure it out, but I can warn you straight ahead... everything is but an illusion created in order for us to cope.
Do you cope with your own life? Are you telling me that you have nothing to hide, no skeletons on your closet that will fall if you open it too widely? I will let others be perfect. I will let them uphold the values and morals that they seem so keen on it. I'm prepared for it, prepared to be the one that will be frowned upon. And yet, it doesn't really matter that much what others will think. I have my goal. I will teach them that nothing is quite like it seems and that they should trust no one. I am valuable, much like the diamond form that I can become.
But, deep down, I am a flawed diamond. I just have to hope I shine enough to cover my chinks.