Elizabeth Braddock Jun 3, 2015 4:52:33 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2015 4:52:33 GMT
NAME: Elizabeth Braddock
ALIAS: Psylocke. 'Betsy'
OCCUPATION: Spy/Supermodel/S.T.R.I.K.E - S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent / Former X-Men member/ Ninja
MEMBER GROUP: Mutants
POWERS AND ABILITIES:
Telepathy: High order telepath. She possesses vast mental powers to affect and manipulate the minds of other sentient beings. Psylocke can read minds and communicate mentally with others over long distances. Her power is high enough to put her at the same level as the world's most powerful telepaths.
Telepathic Tracking: Enhanced psionic senses enable her to detect and track other sentient beings by their unique psionic emanations (thought patterns contained in the psionic portion of the spectrum) especially if they pose a threat to her well-being in her immediate vicinity.
Psychic Shadow: She is able to mask her presence from others. Her abilities can go undetected and are very difficult to track, even by very powerful telepaths such as Shadow King. She can extend these defenses to others around her as well.
Mind Control: Capable of controlling the minds of others. High-order telepaths such as herself are immune to it.
Telepathic Illusions: She has the ability to create illusions to make herself seem to be invisible, look like someone else, or make others experience events that are not truly happening.
Mental Paralysis: Ability to induce temporary mental or physical paralysis
Amnesia: Can erase any awareness of particular memories or cause total amnesia.
Psycho Blasts: Can project psionic force bolts which have no physical effects, but which can affect a victim's mind so as to cause the victim pain, unconsciousness, or even death.
Astral Projection: Can project her astral form from her body onto astral planes or the physical planes. In the astral plane, she can mentally create psionic objects and manipulate the aspects of her environment.
The most particular part of Betsy's powers is her Psychic Knife: Described as "the focused totality of her psychic powers," by intensely channeling and focusing her psionic powers to her hands to create "psychic blades", razor-sharp edges of pure mental energy which are said to be the ultimate physical manifestation of her powers which she plunges into the minds of her targets directly. She often uses them to disrupt the neurons of her foes by driving the glowing "blade" of mental energy into their skulls. It is able to kill by inducing brain paralysis and aneurysms depending on the intensity of the psychic energy she redirects through her knives.
Weaknesses: Her mind is her biggest asset, and it can also be her biggest weakness. If anything does alter her senses and her concentration, she cannot fully access her powers. Some of her more specific abilities also possess weaknesses as follows:
Astral Projection: When astral projecting, for example, her body remains completely and totally vulnerable to any sorts of attacks, and she cannot be conscious during it. It takes her a few seconds to fully return to her body, which makes her projection become dangerous depending on the situation.
Psychic Shadow: While cloaking herself is easy, she has a limited number of people that she can cloak before it becomes a strain to keep up. She can cloak a full group of people, even numbered, as long as they are within her close proximity. Distance makes this number lower considerably as well, considering that the further away they are, the harder it will be for her to actually get in touch with their minds in order to do so.
IF If highly distracted, she would lose focus and her main source of her mutant powers would become weaker. Also, while she can cover a long distance with her telepathic powers, it's harder for her to get in touch with an unknown mind if it's too far away from her. Known minds make it easier for Betsy to actually reach at longer distances - for example, she can easily reach her brother Brian's mind across the ocean, from the United States to England, for example, but perhaps an unknown mind would make it a struggle for her to actually reach, as she searches for psionic patterns. The same can be said for any of her abilities as well.
Psionic-resistant minds would prove more difficult for her to reach and deal with. Telepaths usually possess a natural level of resistance against telepaths and can counter-act her abilities. The body-swap with Kwannon had her telepathy level lowered since her powers were being hosted in an unknown body to her mind, and for a while, she had her abilities considerably lowered. Since she recovered her original body, she returned to her former level. Considering how recent it was, she still sometimes has a tendency to prefer the more physical part of her powers through the shape of her psychic knife, but that's merely instinctive and while she has recovered all of her former prowess, there are times where it might still slip. As skilled and poerful a telepath as she is, it is possible that her powers have not yet grown to the full potential, as she possesses some mental blocks she's not even truly aware of, at this moment.
She can be killed as normal humans and possesses no special healing abilities.
Skills/Abilities: A superb close-combat fighter, her skills would be compared to those of a ninja, making her highly skilled in several different martial arts and the use of Katanas, acquired through the mind swap with Kwannon, one of The Hand's most skilled assassins. She's also a trained spy, having received her training early on with S.T.R.I.K.E, making her skilled in the art of manipulation, seduction, interrogation, and proficient with several firearms as well.
PLAYBY: Doutzen Kroes
PLAYER NAME: Betsy
OTHER CHARACTERS: James Barnes, Pietro Maximoff, The Vision, Victor von Doom
Some people like claiming that life is only a series of fateful events that lead to whatever outcome was initially pre-determined for you. There is no true choice factor, no path that you can choose, paths that will lead you somewhere where you truly want to be. Some people enjoy claiming that once you have been brought to this world by your parents, that you have fate working for you and whatever happened in your life ‘was meant to be.’ They’re all technicalities, really. Ways that we have to explain what cannot be explained or give excuses when they are not needed. The truth I have observed is far from it all. The truth I have lived is that there is always someone making the choices for you. And you are nothing but a mere observer of your own life.
Do not believe, even for one moment, that I enjoy being a simple observer of my own life. No, I am much more proactive. I enjoy taking the control of my own decisions and often I do so because I understand that no one else knows me better than myself. Yet, there are circumstances of our lives that go beyond our control. There are moments where you feel you own life is not your own anymore, that it can slip through your fingers as sand. You might be thinking that I am being drastic or too melodramatic. No, this is the story of my life. As much as you have been part of it... you don't know all of it. But listen to me closely, and maybe you will.
It was an environment I had created, the way I wished. A purple tint surrounded us, light magenta in colour as the signature colours of my powers, from when I was born until now after all the changes that my mind and body have undergone. There was nothing around us that would denote that we were not quite in the physical plane apart from that natural tint that was characteristic of my own psychic plane, and even at that, only when I wished it to be. Or, better explained, the psychic plane I created whenever delving into someone’s mind. This time, it was simply a conversation. There was no need for intervention, no need to fix or change anything. Simply two people talking in the psychic plane. It was a welcome change.
Here. Come with me.
I stood up and walked, moving around with the dexterity that the psychic plane allowed me to have. Not that it did not exist in my physical body. But that was another matter, all together.
Let’s take a trip down memory lane.
My guest followed and so, with a wave of my hand, the scenery changed. No longer the purple-tinted room that I had created in the psychic plane, but rather a mansion, a Manor, back in Essex.
Maldon, Essex. Remember this? It used to be our place. This Manor. You came with me, although you still claim you were older, I truly have my doubts... Braddock Manor was father called it, and the sights you see here are a projection of my memory, perhaps not yours, so forgive me if they seem different to you. But this is how I saw it all, the gardens I used to love as a child and where I grew up, being the only woman of three children. From Sir James Braddock and his wife came first James Braddock Jr. We called him Jamie. We always did. Father did. So what were we meant to call him, if not that?
The figure of Jamie appeared in front of our eyes, the way I remembered him. The way I enjoyed remembering him, at least.
Then, a decade would pass before you and I were born. Twins. Sometimes I no longer recognise that girl, Brian. I wonder if I ever will, after all that has happened, or whether she's truly gone.
A blonde girl with expressive blue eyes, together with her twin brother, equally blond himself, playing together at the backyard, not too far from a chess table. I know our bond remains to this day, no matter how many changes I will still go through, I doubt our bond would ever cease to exist. You know that much.. But in any case, I digress. Father's appearance. I wonder if we ever truly noticed it when we were children... A close-up of Sir James Braddock and it was clear to see that my father’s ears were slightly pointed.
All the dimensions, universes that exist beyond our own... I suppose it was nothing that he hid from us, that he was from Otherworld, a dimension parallel to the British Isles, a dimension where all realms and dimensions converge. There is a passage in Avalon to each and every realm... It all converges in Otherworld, hence why the existence of our father’s homeland are usually concealed in mysticism and mystery, but then again you know that. I'm just repeating it to myself to see if I can properly recall as I should, as I'm still... trying to understand which memories are my own and which are not. Our father was the envoy from Otherworld to this land, and he married our mother, out of love, of course. Our mother, a normal human, had no idea about Otherworld or anything that came from my father’s hidden past – she only knew whatever image of himself he created in order to survive in this world. Our father, however, would lose his life when you and I were young adults. Early twenties, if I recall correctly. His ultra-technological computer caused an explosion that killed both our father and our mother. Back then, Jamie was just a normal human, a human I admired greatly. My big brother was my hero, while you, my twin, were my best friend. Strangely enough, you were only human, yet I had been born a mutant, the genetic combination of Otherworldly and Human genes giving me the so-called X-Gene. Without our parents, however, we knew we had to move on with our lives. You decided to study, while I wanted adventure.
A wave of my hand, and the scenario changed once more. Now, there was the images of what I remembered to have been.
This was me. I suppose it is still me. You always said I was beautiful, and perhaps my beauty was what became my biggest weapon besides my mind. It was what I used to become a fashion model. A charter pilot before that, and then, a spy for S.T.R.I.K.E, a British version of S.H.I.E.L.D. The psi division happened to be looking for a Telepath, and I happened to be one. All seemed to converge well, as you can see. And it was also my first experience with love. Tom Lennox was a fellow psi and well… let’s just say we had more than our professional antics going on between us.
Another wave of my hand, and the images changed as we walked. Coming to the X-Men actually happened once I ended up in a mission together with the X-Men. By chance, of course. My prowess during one particular mission made Charles offer me a position on the team. Taking the codename Psylocke, that was how I became a member of the X-Men. You don’t see me as a teacher, do you? Neither do I. Yet there are some choices that are basically made for us. This was one of them. Not one that I regret, granted. It was perhaps the most important thing that happened in my life, but it was also when everything was going to change.
I could show every detail to my guest, but it was irrelevant. Yet the more important and perhaps the most painful part of my past came next. I stopped us both to a halt, snapped my fingers, and suddenly around us there was a purple-tinted Japan. I decided to go on a mission to stop The Hand, but that was exactly what I did not expect. They captured me, despite it all. I was helpless, perhaps for the first time in my life, and that was when my life completely changed. They wished to have the perfect assassin, and so, chose one of their own. Kwannon was her name, and this is what she looked like. At one point in my life, that was what I looked like. Standing in front of us was a beautiful Japanese woman, with dark black hair and a delicate face. The one before us had been me. At one point in time.
I could feel his eyes turning to look at me with his puzzled blue eyes. A sad chuckle escaped my lips at that moment. I understand your confusion. What they achieved was a mind swap. My mind went to inhabit Kwannon`s body and her mind now controlled mine. Yet it was not a complete swap. There were parts of my mind in hers and parts of her mind in mine, and when I finally broke free and returned to my team, I just... could not. There was something that would stop me from it, and I found myself returning to them, over and over again. Perhaps part of me simply wished to be what I used to be.
But how did one live with oneself when one was someone they did not know?
It was hard. I was not about to tell my brother that, of course. Those details are better left to myself, but it was not easy. Many times I would look at myself in the mirror and see… a stranger. Inside, it was my mind. But what I saw was not me. I had to learn how to deal with a body that I wasn`t familiar with. I didn`t know how it moved, I didn`t know how it worked, I didn`t know the limitations, the weaknesses, the strengths of what was now me. My mind now had the knowledge of a ninja, I could become one. I wielded Katanas like an extension of my body. My once butterfly-like psychic energy now manifested in the shapes of psychic knives, full extensions of my psychic energy, concentrated as daggers that came from my fists, and that I could use in a more pro-active way. And when I believed I had it all figured out, when I got used to being who I was... when I contemplated returning to the team that had first accepted me back in the days when I felt I had no place to go...
I felt my mind being pulled again, the transformation was not permanent. The urge to return to Japan was great, and so I did... only to figure out why exactly I was feeling that pull. She was dying. Her mind, inside my body, was dying, reaching for her body in order to fully go from this plane to... whatever plane we do go when we die, if that's even a thing. I've never believed much in those stories, you know that well. So the one who had loved her enough to wish to see her empowered understood the transformation had not been good to her mind - it had preserved mine, however, for my different physiology. Perhaps being half-Otherworlder did help, in the end. And so, we were swapped once more. I could feel the familiarity of my own body, as when you get out of an outfit that was a little too tight. And then, the moment her mind returned to its original body, she died. Yet, the surprising thing of all, I could feel it.
I could feel it all, Brian.
I could feel her death, as if it had been mine. We were still linked, and I felt death, as if it had been my own. The last gasp of life that escaped her lips escaped mine. And from then on, I knew I would be forever changed. Lingering memories of Kwannon remained in my mind even as she passed away. I gave them the benefif of the doubt for the moment that it took to pay her my respects, and then... I was gone. I made sure they understood I wished nothing to do with them, and would not hesitate to stop them should I cross paths with them once more
But I didn't destroy them. Not there and then. It was the little respect I had towards the woman whose body had been mine. It doesn't mean I won't. It means... for now, I'll give them time to mourn her passing and do their respects as the Japanese are so fond of.
And what now, Elizabeth?
Only you to call me Elizabeth after all this time. What now? I paused, sighing, brushing a wave of purple hair from my eyes. I have an invitation from S.H.I.E.L.D. Perhaps it is time to go visit an old friend of mine. I have pondered returning to Charles, and his X-Men. But I am not fit to be a teacher. I have never been. But I could still help them, out of loyalty. For now... I think I do miss the old days when butterflies appeared around my eyes and Tom Lennox and I had...
Spare me of those details, Elizabeth. Please.
I grinned. Very well. Then perhaps it is time we bid one another farewell again. I have an offer to accept.
Just remember that Otherworld's doors are open for you whenever you wish to visit.
I know. I know. But I happen to believe it is in the best hands it could be. Giving my brother a kiss on the cheek, I removed myself from his mental space with a final goodbye. I missed him. I missed having him nearby so I could give him a hug, but there were plenty of things I missed and had to do without.
It was time to start anew. And I knew exactly how to do that.
"Hello, Nick. I wonder if that old offer you had is still valid... And if so, we do need to negotiate those hideous uniforms you insist on making your agents wear...