Post by Myeong Hana on May 19, 2017 0:38:31 GMT
Myeong Hana
FEMALE. | 16. | bisexual | second year. |
chemical manipulation. | HEALER'S TOUCH. |
POWER DESCRIPTIONS
Chemical Manipulation--
As the name suggests, Myeong is able to manipulate chemical compounds, elements and otherwise with relative ease. Examples being that she can create elixirs, medicines or toxins given that she has the appropriate materials. She can force chemical bonds and is more than capable of ripping them apart, and she is also capable of reassembling chemical compounds completely so long as she is in physical contact with them. At the moment however, she is only capable of using gas and liquid/dissolved compounds. She is unable to rip apart solid bonds.
Unfortunately, Myeong isn't immune to her own compounds and will be affected by them. Lack of knowledge in the field can backfire on her and she can't exactly control the results of her products; she's only able to create them. This can and will slowly disappear as she learns to control it better.
What does NOT change however, is the fact that she must follow the laws of science - she can go no farther. Whereas most other abilities can defy science, she's unconditionally bound.
Healer's Touch--
Myeong is able to ease swelling, close wounds and cure or sedate certain symptoms of illnesses such as headaches, clogged lungs, sinuses, and etc upon physical contact. While this ability is mainly distributed through exterior means, she is also able to have it effect it through interior means. More specifically, her body fluids are able to heal a person from the inside much more effectively. For example, her blood is capable of restoring the amount of white blood cells in a stream, or it may be able to clear up the heart assuming that it passes through. Drinking her saliva can soothe stomach cramps and aches, and her kisses can quite literally ease the pain in an inflicted area (much to her dismay).
As the name suggests, Myeong is able to manipulate chemical compounds, elements and otherwise with relative ease. Examples being that she can create elixirs, medicines or toxins given that she has the appropriate materials. She can force chemical bonds and is more than capable of ripping them apart, and she is also capable of reassembling chemical compounds completely so long as she is in physical contact with them. At the moment however, she is only capable of using gas and liquid/dissolved compounds. She is unable to rip apart solid bonds.
Unfortunately, Myeong isn't immune to her own compounds and will be affected by them. Lack of knowledge in the field can backfire on her and she can't exactly control the results of her products; she's only able to create them. This can and will slowly disappear as she learns to control it better.
What does NOT change however, is the fact that she must follow the laws of science - she can go no farther. Whereas most other abilities can defy science, she's unconditionally bound.
Healer's Touch--
Myeong is able to ease swelling, close wounds and cure or sedate certain symptoms of illnesses such as headaches, clogged lungs, sinuses, and etc upon physical contact. While this ability is mainly distributed through exterior means, she is also able to have it effect it through interior means. More specifically, her body fluids are able to heal a person from the inside much more effectively. For example, her blood is capable of restoring the amount of white blood cells in a stream, or it may be able to clear up the heart assuming that it passes through. Drinking her saliva can soothe stomach cramps and aches, and her kisses can quite literally ease the pain in an inflicted area (much to her dismay).
APPEARANCE
Delicate, petite with lowkey curves on the chubbier-skinny side. Dark violet hair that's unevenly cut down to reach her mid-back section with eyes to match, Myeong can be considered attractive if she weren't always sporting an anxious expression on her face. Her body is rather fit, however for reasons that would be less than desirable. She stands at five feet (5'0") in height, slightly shorter than the average female her age. When not wearing the school uniform (as per the dress code) she is often wearing a nurse's uniform or apron to show that she's an assistant nurse. Pink and white with a red cross over her chest on the left side.
Very rarely does she try dressing herself up, mainly because she feels as though there isn't too much of a point in doing anything of the sort. Plus, she fears that people will come up and mess her up anyways, hence her reluctance. Bluntly put - she's a mess. If asked about her appearance, most people will say that she needs to get cleaned up, wear some nice clothing and she'd actually be fairly attractive in on it's own. Much as she would like to try to be attractive, she finds it a challenge due to her irrational fear of being bullied.
Very rarely does she try dressing herself up, mainly because she feels as though there isn't too much of a point in doing anything of the sort. Plus, she fears that people will come up and mess her up anyways, hence her reluctance. Bluntly put - she's a mess. If asked about her appearance, most people will say that she needs to get cleaned up, wear some nice clothing and she'd actually be fairly attractive in on it's own. Much as she would like to try to be attractive, she finds it a challenge due to her irrational fear of being bullied.
PERSONALITY
At first glance, Myeong is perhaps the most meek and unconfident mess to roam the school grounds. She comes off as quiet and reserved if not all over the place and often ends up putting herself down for whatever minor mistake she may have made. Most people would say that she stutters far too often in the presence of strangers, and she finds it difficult to talk to the people around her. Innocent as she may look, Myeong is a bundle of cynical thoughts who's plagued by both anxiety and paranoia, which does in fact hinder her life at school and poses a problem for her. Her self esteem is nearly non-existent, seeing how she degrades herself in her looks, academics, abilities and etc. A negative bundle of bun, but it's not that she wants to think those things. Actually, she was conditioned to think those things about herself.
Much as she would like to think positively, it's a challenge because all she's ever known was negativity regarding herself. At this point, she nearly blames herself for all the mess ups that this world has to offer just because she exists. Ironically, Myeong actually enjoys company more than anything. She's just too scared to approach anyone first, and would sooner high tail and run before the other person would even have the chance to respond. This makes things harder to communicate with her, hence why the majority of the school has chosen just to play around with her because she's there, and they view her as weird because of her quiet and irrational timidness.
Otherwise, she is a polite, protective and caring individual who just wants nothing but to brighten up your day. Unfortunately, Myeong sees no other way that she would be able to help out another person unless it's through the use of her abilities, hence her desperation can lead her to do very.. Indecent things. Let it be willingly or against her will, Myeong has never really had all too much in a say because she views her opinion as lowly and insignificant. The poor girl is very much prone to bullying, and it's because of that bullying and previous trauma/abuse that she's the way she is now. Above that however, she's anything but a coward and will in fact step up when she sees that another person is being bullied. Even if she's already a punching bag, she'll gladly succumb to more abuse if it means that she can spare another person.
Under all this however, lies a young woman who is highly cunning. When she finds a weakness, she's subtly exploit it. Or she'll keep it in the back of her head. No one knows what happens in her mind, but the fact that she is more than willing to remember the small facts and consider them in the future.. Can get rather concerning. Lets not forget that she gets envious of others very easily, which can pose as a problem. Not only does she get envious, she also gets rather.. Possessive. However, that's only because she gets clingy to those who she feels like actually.. care for her.
Much as she would like to think positively, it's a challenge because all she's ever known was negativity regarding herself. At this point, she nearly blames herself for all the mess ups that this world has to offer just because she exists. Ironically, Myeong actually enjoys company more than anything. She's just too scared to approach anyone first, and would sooner high tail and run before the other person would even have the chance to respond. This makes things harder to communicate with her, hence why the majority of the school has chosen just to play around with her because she's there, and they view her as weird because of her quiet and irrational timidness.
Otherwise, she is a polite, protective and caring individual who just wants nothing but to brighten up your day. Unfortunately, Myeong sees no other way that she would be able to help out another person unless it's through the use of her abilities, hence her desperation can lead her to do very.. Indecent things. Let it be willingly or against her will, Myeong has never really had all too much in a say because she views her opinion as lowly and insignificant. The poor girl is very much prone to bullying, and it's because of that bullying and previous trauma/abuse that she's the way she is now. Above that however, she's anything but a coward and will in fact step up when she sees that another person is being bullied. Even if she's already a punching bag, she'll gladly succumb to more abuse if it means that she can spare another person.
Under all this however, lies a young woman who is highly cunning. When she finds a weakness, she's subtly exploit it. Or she'll keep it in the back of her head. No one knows what happens in her mind, but the fact that she is more than willing to remember the small facts and consider them in the future.. Can get rather concerning. Lets not forget that she gets envious of others very easily, which can pose as a problem. Not only does she get envious, she also gets rather.. Possessive. However, that's only because she gets clingy to those who she feels like actually.. care for her.
BIOGRAPHY
TW; Abuse, Heavy Bullying, Sexual Assault, Harassment and rape.
Were you happy with your life? Do you look back and think wow, I handled my problems pretty darn well? Like everyone else? Of course you didn't, but you never liked classifying yourself as special - a special snowflake. No. You've always thought of yourself as a weirdo, yes. You've always thought of yourself useless, yes. But special was by far the most untrue adjective anyone could use to describe you. Why? Why do you say that? Taking a look back into the far past, before you were bullied and before you gained a scar that forever engrained this toxic thought process into your heart.
Your family? They were a mess. Your aunt was delusional, your father was a scammer, and your uncle was a greedy bastard. Out of pure spite and jealousy, your mother often insulted you and directed your father's anger to lash it out on you. Every day, they were yelling at you and you honestly didn't know why. So as you grew up, you automatically assumed that perhaps you were the one doing something wrong. Yes, that's right. Perhaps you were in the wrong, and they were just being good parents by scolding you? Yes, that had to be the case. Because Mommy and Daddy loved you, so you always had to be good to them.
Loved you, as in left you at home. All alone. When you were a child, when you could start walking and talking. In the end, they only left some food in this run down apartment you lived in and expected a three year old to know how to heat it up. When you were five, your parents just stopped cooking for you all together. They didn't make dinner for you, nor did they do much of.. Anything for you anymore. Your mother? A prostitute. Your father? Part of the mafia. They just didn't have the time to stick around you, nor did they really care. All they wanted was money, money, and more money. In truth, originally they didn't abort you because they thought if you inherited their dashing looks (because admittedly? They were both pretty damn good looking) then perhaps they could sell your body for a good million dollars if they hit the jackpot. When you came out as fat and how they viewed it as "ugly".. They were having their second thoughts.
They threw you down the stairs (quite literally), physically slapped you, punched you, kicked you, and the like. They insulted your appearance, telling you that you were fat, or maybe your face was too ugly. There were the occasional times where they would keep you from eating for days, but they wouldn't dare let you go without water. Why hadn't you told the school? Why didn't you get child services involved? Well.. You loved your parents. If they were doing these things to you, that means you just had to be punished, right? Right. They never did anything wrong, you were the one that kept messing up. That's right, you were always messing up. So with your poor health, you went to school and said that you always did this to yourself. Did that help as elementary school passed? No, no it did not.
You loathed going to school. Starting from the second grade, the kids around you started talking bad about you. Filthy, dirty, boring, scary, they said all sorts of things. No one played with you, no one got close. When someone did, they would just make fun of you or the other kids would make fun of your friend. Eventually, you grew accustomed to being alone. You got used to being on the side lines, and you got used to the teachers eyeing you weirdly when you just smiled and shook your head at the offers to work with other people. The school? They probably should have gotten concerned but.. Well.. In polite terms? The people in your area were quite the corrupt bunch..
You lived in the slums, after all.
Everything just got worse in the fourth grade. The gossiping, the whispers; none of it stopped. You were seen as dirty, ugly, unhealthy and gross. At school, at home. At school, it was the whispers that were being done literally inches from your back and the screams and yells coming from your parents that made you shiver and tremble. The bathroom became your new favourite place, because no one bothered you in there. There was actually a lock that kept your parents from bashing at you, and there was a lock to keep the students from looking at you. But of course, they would always try to find a way to tease you. You were dirty, being in the bathroom suit you and so on. Did you try to be pretty? Of course you did; but did anyone listen to you? Of course they didn't. You were fat, your hair was always dirty and you practically had zero metabolism. Oh, but that's not the worst of it. You always looked in the mirror and loathed yourself, yes you did. But the worst is that you really let them get to you, and eventually, you started shaping yourself into the person that everyone described you to be; you were a freak.
Nothing will compare to the sixth grade. When everyone was making groups, cliques where everyone fit in. You thought that maybe, surely, some group would take you in. You prayed that someone would take you under their wing, protect you from the words that were being said. But again, who could love a freak, right? So while you were looking, a nice group of blonde females came up to you. They were pretty, they were radiant. Things that were most certainly were not. They were kind, they helped you out. They made the whispering stop, and then played nice. You thought, hey. Maybe these girls aren't actually all that bad. That's what you thought, and you treated them like gems. Unfortunately, they were a horrible influence on you. They made you steal from your parents, sneak out at night, and even got you into an illegal drug trading. Don't ask how you got the drugs, because you really, really don't want to remember it.
Lets just say that there were sick people who liked the bodies of eleven year olds.
But you did anything; anything at all. You couldn't bare the loneliness, so you did everything. It was okay, right? Because they were your friends.. Yeah. That's what they told you. You were friends, so you had to do this. They were pressuring you, they were expecting things from you, and you felt so obligated to exceed those expectations; probably because you were never expected to do anything before. It's like you wanted to prove a point.. But for your own selfish goals or for others? That, you didn't know. At this point, however, did it really matter anymore?
It kept going.. These indecent acts. You couldn't stand it, honestly speaking. But, again. They were your friends, it couldn't be helped. But you see, you could only take so much. Eventually, perhaps you knew that they were only using you because you happened to have a nice figure but.. Well, that's all you were good for. So one day, it was business as usual. You were fulfilling the.. Ahem.. Conditions, while your "friends" were out laughing behind your back. Word circulated around the school, and you were constantly humiliated to face and from behind. Even the guys began harassing you, attempting to.. Ahem. Hurt you. When they tried to grab onto you however, they certainly weren't expecting their hand to meet raw acid. It burned through their flesh, and they screamed. Before you could react, you found that the acid was long gone. Your eyes widened in surprise.. Because you didn't know why that happened. Eventually those boys called you a monster, but they soon turned it around to saying that anyone who got close to you would be melted. You were only 12 years old.
When you turned 13, those girls pulled you by the hair. They bossed you around - you were starting to become too pretty. Your fat was disappearing, your figure was showing more often. You revealed to have a fairly feminine and innocent face, and they were getting jealous. They continued doing what they did, but they felt as though sexually exploiting you wasn't enough. They dragged you somewhere isolated with scissors, and began choppily cutting your hair. You screamed and cried as they also held the blade to your arms and thighs, getting their older brother to mark you with a cigarette and ultimately.. Raping you. You felt so much more violated, so much more betrayed and before you knew it.. Well.. The boy melted. All parts that touched her? Melted. From acid, that she created in self defence. Before she knew it, the girls before her were watching the rotted and contorted body in fear. Even you were mortified, but the girls could only begin to flee. However, not without saying the word that will now be forever embedded in your mind.
"Freak."
Yes, you were a freak.
Your parents got a call from the school and.. Well, they disowned you. Right there, right then. But . no, they didn't let you free. They kept you, trapped in the basement. Without food, water, or warmth for days. The only thing offering some sort of comfort were the flames from the heat that you were somehow able to conjure up - however it had taken you a day or so to figure out how to do it. Funny.. You were suppose to go to high school This year, due to your birthday being late in the year.. Hm?
Suddenly, there was a knocking against the basement window. Cautiously, you opened it up to find people standing and looking down at the messed up, starved and dehydrated you. They looked down with pity, or were they laughing? You weren't sure anymore, but they offered to bring you "someplace nice". Someplace nice.. Anywhere was better. Anywhere was better than here. So you willingly left wit the help of them, and arrived to the academy for the supernaturally gifted students. You were prepared for your first year - cleaned up and spruced up. However your mentality was still very much scarred, so your self confidence (or lack thereof) prevented you from actually trying to look nice. Guess what? People were still bullying you here; pushing you around because you were just that quiet, ugly and dirty kid that did nothing to fight back in a school full of predators. You very often got hurt, hence your trips to the infirmary. Luckily you knew how to patch yourself up, and the school nurse took note of that. From then on, the infirmary became your sanctuary and you found yourself spending most of you non-class time in there.
You prayed that it was uneventful.. And eventually you started learning to evade the bullies. They'd still pick on you of course, and.. Harass you, in many different ways. Especially after you became the student assistant nurse. People often dropped by and asked for.. Inappropriate actions, but the nurse was luckily able to come to your aid. Now, there's only one big question left..
Will second year be any different?
Were you happy with your life? Do you look back and think wow, I handled my problems pretty darn well? Like everyone else? Of course you didn't, but you never liked classifying yourself as special - a special snowflake. No. You've always thought of yourself as a weirdo, yes. You've always thought of yourself useless, yes. But special was by far the most untrue adjective anyone could use to describe you. Why? Why do you say that? Taking a look back into the far past, before you were bullied and before you gained a scar that forever engrained this toxic thought process into your heart.
Your family? They were a mess. Your aunt was delusional, your father was a scammer, and your uncle was a greedy bastard. Out of pure spite and jealousy, your mother often insulted you and directed your father's anger to lash it out on you. Every day, they were yelling at you and you honestly didn't know why. So as you grew up, you automatically assumed that perhaps you were the one doing something wrong. Yes, that's right. Perhaps you were in the wrong, and they were just being good parents by scolding you? Yes, that had to be the case. Because Mommy and Daddy loved you, so you always had to be good to them.
Loved you, as in left you at home. All alone. When you were a child, when you could start walking and talking. In the end, they only left some food in this run down apartment you lived in and expected a three year old to know how to heat it up. When you were five, your parents just stopped cooking for you all together. They didn't make dinner for you, nor did they do much of.. Anything for you anymore. Your mother? A prostitute. Your father? Part of the mafia. They just didn't have the time to stick around you, nor did they really care. All they wanted was money, money, and more money. In truth, originally they didn't abort you because they thought if you inherited their dashing looks (because admittedly? They were both pretty damn good looking) then perhaps they could sell your body for a good million dollars if they hit the jackpot. When you came out as fat and how they viewed it as "ugly".. They were having their second thoughts.
They threw you down the stairs (quite literally), physically slapped you, punched you, kicked you, and the like. They insulted your appearance, telling you that you were fat, or maybe your face was too ugly. There were the occasional times where they would keep you from eating for days, but they wouldn't dare let you go without water. Why hadn't you told the school? Why didn't you get child services involved? Well.. You loved your parents. If they were doing these things to you, that means you just had to be punished, right? Right. They never did anything wrong, you were the one that kept messing up. That's right, you were always messing up. So with your poor health, you went to school and said that you always did this to yourself. Did that help as elementary school passed? No, no it did not.
You loathed going to school. Starting from the second grade, the kids around you started talking bad about you. Filthy, dirty, boring, scary, they said all sorts of things. No one played with you, no one got close. When someone did, they would just make fun of you or the other kids would make fun of your friend. Eventually, you grew accustomed to being alone. You got used to being on the side lines, and you got used to the teachers eyeing you weirdly when you just smiled and shook your head at the offers to work with other people. The school? They probably should have gotten concerned but.. Well.. In polite terms? The people in your area were quite the corrupt bunch..
You lived in the slums, after all.
Everything just got worse in the fourth grade. The gossiping, the whispers; none of it stopped. You were seen as dirty, ugly, unhealthy and gross. At school, at home. At school, it was the whispers that were being done literally inches from your back and the screams and yells coming from your parents that made you shiver and tremble. The bathroom became your new favourite place, because no one bothered you in there. There was actually a lock that kept your parents from bashing at you, and there was a lock to keep the students from looking at you. But of course, they would always try to find a way to tease you. You were dirty, being in the bathroom suit you and so on. Did you try to be pretty? Of course you did; but did anyone listen to you? Of course they didn't. You were fat, your hair was always dirty and you practically had zero metabolism. Oh, but that's not the worst of it. You always looked in the mirror and loathed yourself, yes you did. But the worst is that you really let them get to you, and eventually, you started shaping yourself into the person that everyone described you to be; you were a freak.
Nothing will compare to the sixth grade. When everyone was making groups, cliques where everyone fit in. You thought that maybe, surely, some group would take you in. You prayed that someone would take you under their wing, protect you from the words that were being said. But again, who could love a freak, right? So while you were looking, a nice group of blonde females came up to you. They were pretty, they were radiant. Things that were most certainly were not. They were kind, they helped you out. They made the whispering stop, and then played nice. You thought, hey. Maybe these girls aren't actually all that bad. That's what you thought, and you treated them like gems. Unfortunately, they were a horrible influence on you. They made you steal from your parents, sneak out at night, and even got you into an illegal drug trading. Don't ask how you got the drugs, because you really, really don't want to remember it.
Lets just say that there were sick people who liked the bodies of eleven year olds.
But you did anything; anything at all. You couldn't bare the loneliness, so you did everything. It was okay, right? Because they were your friends.. Yeah. That's what they told you. You were friends, so you had to do this. They were pressuring you, they were expecting things from you, and you felt so obligated to exceed those expectations; probably because you were never expected to do anything before. It's like you wanted to prove a point.. But for your own selfish goals or for others? That, you didn't know. At this point, however, did it really matter anymore?
It kept going.. These indecent acts. You couldn't stand it, honestly speaking. But, again. They were your friends, it couldn't be helped. But you see, you could only take so much. Eventually, perhaps you knew that they were only using you because you happened to have a nice figure but.. Well, that's all you were good for. So one day, it was business as usual. You were fulfilling the.. Ahem.. Conditions, while your "friends" were out laughing behind your back. Word circulated around the school, and you were constantly humiliated to face and from behind. Even the guys began harassing you, attempting to.. Ahem. Hurt you. When they tried to grab onto you however, they certainly weren't expecting their hand to meet raw acid. It burned through their flesh, and they screamed. Before you could react, you found that the acid was long gone. Your eyes widened in surprise.. Because you didn't know why that happened. Eventually those boys called you a monster, but they soon turned it around to saying that anyone who got close to you would be melted. You were only 12 years old.
When you turned 13, those girls pulled you by the hair. They bossed you around - you were starting to become too pretty. Your fat was disappearing, your figure was showing more often. You revealed to have a fairly feminine and innocent face, and they were getting jealous. They continued doing what they did, but they felt as though sexually exploiting you wasn't enough. They dragged you somewhere isolated with scissors, and began choppily cutting your hair. You screamed and cried as they also held the blade to your arms and thighs, getting their older brother to mark you with a cigarette and ultimately.. Raping you. You felt so much more violated, so much more betrayed and before you knew it.. Well.. The boy melted. All parts that touched her? Melted. From acid, that she created in self defence. Before she knew it, the girls before her were watching the rotted and contorted body in fear. Even you were mortified, but the girls could only begin to flee. However, not without saying the word that will now be forever embedded in your mind.
"Freak."
Yes, you were a freak.
Your parents got a call from the school and.. Well, they disowned you. Right there, right then. But . no, they didn't let you free. They kept you, trapped in the basement. Without food, water, or warmth for days. The only thing offering some sort of comfort were the flames from the heat that you were somehow able to conjure up - however it had taken you a day or so to figure out how to do it. Funny.. You were suppose to go to high school This year, due to your birthday being late in the year.. Hm?
Suddenly, there was a knocking against the basement window. Cautiously, you opened it up to find people standing and looking down at the messed up, starved and dehydrated you. They looked down with pity, or were they laughing? You weren't sure anymore, but they offered to bring you "someplace nice". Someplace nice.. Anywhere was better. Anywhere was better than here. So you willingly left wit the help of them, and arrived to the academy for the supernaturally gifted students. You were prepared for your first year - cleaned up and spruced up. However your mentality was still very much scarred, so your self confidence (or lack thereof) prevented you from actually trying to look nice. Guess what? People were still bullying you here; pushing you around because you were just that quiet, ugly and dirty kid that did nothing to fight back in a school full of predators. You very often got hurt, hence your trips to the infirmary. Luckily you knew how to patch yourself up, and the school nurse took note of that. From then on, the infirmary became your sanctuary and you found yourself spending most of you non-class time in there.
You prayed that it was uneventful.. And eventually you started learning to evade the bullies. They'd still pick on you of course, and.. Harass you, in many different ways. Especially after you became the student assistant nurse. People often dropped by and asked for.. Inappropriate actions, but the nurse was luckily able to come to your aid. Now, there's only one big question left..
Will second year be any different?
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