Aisling Zegher

[Medusa]

Player Name: Hanseh
Contact Info: CHICKEN POT PIE!
Name: Aisling Zegher
Alias): Medusa!
Codename: MEDUSA!
Age: 24.
Gender: Female
Type: Mutant
Affiliation: Brotherhood
Avatar and Picture:
Play-by: Psychara
Family:

Unknown.

General Appearance:

This five foot, five inch white girl is no more than a hundred and eighteen pounds that doesn't look quite so innocent in the right light. She has black scales upon her forehead and around her blue and white eyes that give her the clear sign of being more than a human. These same scales also trail down her spine spreading across her white skin like a cancer that refuses to go away or move from its current position. She has come to accept what she is though, even with her sharp fangs that glisten to a dangerous point. In fact, every so often she will put rubber snakes within her black and blonde hair just to show that she truly isn't like anyone else. In reference to her clothing, she tends to wear anything black and enjoys her tattered nylons upon her arms and legs. There is also some studs in her ears and right nostril. When she has the desire to blend in, she can be seen wearing a hoodie and sunglasses in an attempt to hide her clear distinguishing features...but honestly, she hates doing that.

Personality:

Medusa is no mythical creature buried deep within some Greek story, but rather a mutant who has an interesting way of living. There may be no true moral code that binds to her life, but she has a nature about her that makes her...unpredictable. Keeping her secrets locked tightly within her chest, no one truly knows who Medusa is, let alone her real name. Though she keeps secrets, the only secrets she holds onto are her own. If anyone else shares their secrets with her, she will probably toss them away without a single care, especially if she didn't like them. Yet, there are some secrets she will keep, ones that can help her and if they cannot...well, why should she keep them then? Despite her heartless nature though, she has a rule that states she cannot kill an innocent without a purpose. Certainly killing innocents doesn't bother her, but she wants there to be a symbol behind it, and she expects other people to adhere to her standards. In fact, those cold blooded murderers that do it just for kicks often get a visit from this temptress who loves the taste of a good murderer's blood upon her lips; its her favorite meal of the day, in fact. And yes, she is quite the temptress with her playful nature that gets her into a lot of trouble. It wouldn't be too far out of Medusa's way to sleep with someone for a night and leave them in the morning. Yes, someone. Medusa has no real preference as to who she sleeps with, as long as they can keep her amused, they have her attention. 'Course, putting in a little creativity can also help keep her interested. After all, this snake loving woman adores creativity, especially in the land of murdering with a purpose.

Abilities:

Medusa is more snake than human anymore, even if her body refuses to show that. She has scales upon her face (that is shown in her picture) and more down her spine. Four of her teeth are sharpened to a point on the top of her mouth. The two outer sharp teeth are hallow and produce a poison of her choice. Medusa's poison can do anything a snake's can from kill to paralyze. Unlike snakes, she can either inject the poison with a bite or spit it onto a wound or mouth (any open orifice that eventually leads to the blood stream) in order to have the poison work. On top of all that, she is very flexible and can squeeze her body through spaces slightly smaller than herself. Besides her contorting ways, she has slightly elevated reflexes and strength, but nothing out of the ordinary. 'Course, her enhancements lets use her martial arts to a further extent than most, but Medusa prefers close quarters combat rather than anything else. Especially if it is close enough to strangle or bite her victim.

History:

She was 'deformed' for her entire life and was left behind at some orphanage. With no real family, she was forced to live a life as a Catholic child and was convinced she had a demon living with her. How else could she have scales upon her body and sharp teeth within her mouth along with one 'dead' eye? She lived with this for six years until she simply grew tired of it all and decided it was time to leave the orphanage and find her own life. One of the nuns caught her in the escape. Not wanting to go back, Medusa sunk her teeth into the woman's arm and felt a rushing feeling fill her body. When she released the nun's arm, Medusa looked at the woman and noticed her paling complexion. It didn't take long for the nun to fall over and go into a seizure while the young child simply watched, a cold grin crawling over her blood stained lips.

Living a new life, she did what she wanted and tried to live under the radar as she learned the ways of the street. It was a rough life, but when she turned seven, a blind man had caught her in his house. She wanted to bite him, but before she could, he showed her hospitality. Confused, Medusa stayed her fangs and listened to the old blind man's tales as he gave her some noodles and stated that they were not as different as she first thought. In fact, this blind man could read her thoughts and knew what she was. Medusa had found a home.

Learning from the man, he taught her everything he knew from martial arts to stealing and even a few assassination techniques he used when he was in the army. She treated him like the father she had never had, and he was the person that gave her a code of sorts. Told her not to kill without a reason for aimless murder would only lead to aimless effect. Each death had a rippling affect after all and he wanted her to understand that. Living with this man, she learned everything she could until she was twenty years old and he finally died of a heart attack. Taking his medallion, Medusa moved on.

On her own again, she began to use what she was taught to get what she wanted until finally finding the Brotherhood. This group proved to be the best place for her as it had like minded individuals that accepted what Medusa was: a killer and a mutant. Joining them, she has been doing the bidding of Magneto, but she is not afraid to question his plans if she does not see the purpose behind them. Luckily, Magneto is a very purpose driven man...

Other:

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Sample RP:

"What are you going to do to me?" queried the man as he struggled against the poison beating through his veins. Medusa simply grinned as she watched him try and move his arms. The poison that ran through him paralyzed his body in order to help her question him, but it wasn't quite numb since he still had some movement, just not enough to get away. "Now, now. I am the one asking the questions, my dear, so I suggest you tell the truth. 'Course, if you lie, you simply make this more enjoyable for me," she hissed with a smile crossing her lips. Straddling her legs on either side of the man, she leaned forward and let her rubber snakes dangle around her face, several of them bouncing against the man's skin. "So, where is the shipment?" she began to query and the man perked a brow. "You can't mean-," he started, but Medusa simply nodded and his eyes grew wider, "No, I won't tell you where that is, you terrorist!" he exclaimed.

A pout spread across her lips as she leaned closer to the man, pressing her scaled forehead to his own, "Awe, and here I thought we were getting along so well. Now I suppose I will have to take this up a notch, huh?" she mopped before licking her fangs and kissing the man upon the lips, her poison seeping from her fangs into his mouth. He coughed a bit as the liquid drooled down his throat. Pulling away from him, she gave a soft smile, "Now what will happen next is not going to be fun for you. Soon your body will slowly start to rot, probably starting with your tongue, and eventually it will work its way down your body. It will be a painful and slow death and such a shame since I have the cure on me. But, since you refuse to share, I suppose I can keep it for someone else," she stated and the man began to sing instantly.

Hearing everything she wanted to know, she stood up and smiled at him, "Thanks darling. Have a nice time dying now," she mused and walked away. With each step away from the man, she could hear his screams for help and his pleas for her to save his life. Sadly, she bluffed about having the cure, so there was nothing she could do...