If the Divine Master Plan is Perfection

OOC
Name. Panther
Age. 23
AIM/E-mail. invisicecream@gmail.com
Time Zone. PST
Past Experience. lots and lots


IC

Stats.

Full Name. Lorna Mallory Dane
Nicknames. none
Code Name. Polaris
Age. 21
Birthday. oct. 12
Gender. female
Eye Color. green
Hair Color. green
Height.5'4"
Place of Birth. Davis, California
Ethnicity. caucasian, possibly Jewish
Sexuality. heterosexual
Marital Status. single
Profession. college student
Immediate Family. James Dane (adopted father), Grace Dane (adopted mother)

Mutation. Lorna can see and manipulate magnetism. This power is still very unrefined, and she has some difficulty controlling it. Though she has raw power, she lacks the ability to fine tune it, or concentrate on small, delicate tasks. She can weld two giant 'I' beams together without a huge amount of concentration, but couldn't nail two pieces of balsa wood to each other without damaging them.

She can also see the forces she manipulates, though only while actively trying to do so. When she's just reading or jogging, all she can see is all a normal person can see. When she's concentrating on her powers, she can see the visible light spectrum and the magnetic forces surrounding objects.

Personality. Lorna is a bouncy, cheerful person. She's friendly and outgoing, always eager to talk to new people. Usually she wears a wig to cover her hair, so when she's not wearing it, she feels a little awkward, and will often touch her hair, as though she's not sure that it's there anymore.

Beside talking to people (and Lorna can talk a lot), Lorna enjoys video games. The geeks at her college have embraced her wholeheartedly, and she had, in turn, learned their ways. She prefers musical games like DDR or Guitar Hero to violent games, and she's never far from her DS, which usually has a Mario or Pokemon game in it.

When Lorna is serious, it's usually because she's afraid or angry. She's sometimes patient, and sometimes quick tempered, depending on her mood, or the person annoying her. When she is angry, Lorna will yell, then leave. She's not a violent person, and she always tries to keep herself from picking or getting into fights. However, this doesn't stop her from being stubborn, and she is sometimes very opinionated, though it's a personality flaw she's always trying to work on.

History. Lorna was orphaned by a plane crash. She was taken in by friends of her father's family. They gave her their last name, and raised her as their own, despite the fact that she had bright green hair. It didn't matter so much when she was little. She'd wear a hat when they were out, and when they weren't, both parents thought that it suited her fairly well.

She was a bright, happy girl, always eager to see new things. She went on bike rides with her parents, and soon gained a love of the natural world that would persist her whole life. The only dark spot was school.

Outside of school Lorna could wear the cute hats her parents made for her (her favorite being one with green cat eyes and black ears that came out the top), but in school she was forced to wear a wig. The one time she took it off, during recess the first week of first grade, it resulted in her being expelled, and her parents moving away from Davis to Sacramento.

Sacramento was a whole different vibe. Her parents moved to a suburb close to the river, and Lorna had learned well enough that wearing her wig kept her safe. She made friends at her new school quickly, and her parents continued to foster her love of the natural world.

In high school, Lorna began thinking about joining the Air Force. Her powers hadn't manifested at that point, and she figured she would just shave her head at all times to keep her secret. Her parents were apprehensive, but knew that Lorna would do what she wanted anyway, so they promised to support her.

During a tour of one of the bases (Lorna's father was a mechanic that worked close to the base, and often talked to the men who worked there, which helped him arrange the tour), Lorna was unknowingly exposed to a nanobot virus. It had gotten loose from one of the labs, and seemed to seek her out specifically. She fainted on the car ride home, and soon began having trouble breathing. Her parents were afraid, and took her to the hospital.

On the car ride there, Lorna began to twitch slightly, and her eyes would open suddenly, and then close slowly, as though she kept waking up from a deep sleep. By the time they arrived at the hospital, Lorna was breathing easily again, and any sign that she had been ill at all was limited to the dampness of her clothing.

After that, though, strange things would happen around her. She would sneeze and things would jump around her, as though the force of it were projected into them. Her parents worried, but Lorna thought nothing of it, stubbornly believing that everything would be fine.

It wasn't until she went out of state to college that things got really bad. During an argument her brand new Macbook spontaneously shut down and never restarted. It was found to have been subject to a huge amount of magnetic energy, so much so that her motherboard was being used as a magnet in the breakroom of the repair shop it had been sent to.

She often had problems with computers, and people began to think she was a hacker. The geeks caught wind of this, and began to warm to her. Lorna was just grateful to fit in somewhere, and soon found that she actually liked a lot of the same things as her new friends. They helped her with her homework, and then they all went out in the quad and hit each other with foam weapons, or Nerf guns, or something. In exchange, she graced them with her presence, and her love of DDR.

Lorna studies Earth Sciences, and is contemplating getting a degree in Oceanography.

Other.
PB. Bianca Beauchamps
Third Person Writing Sample. Lorna sat in the Starbucks close to campus, putting the finishing touches on her essay for psychology. Her problem, as she thought of it, kept acting up, so she had a pen and paper. Later on she'd use the dictation software on her computer to get this in the format her teacher wanted, but she was worried that being even that close to her system would mess it up. It had been hard to do all her schoolwork like this, but on the plus side she had really good handwriting, and she was at least assured that she'd never be a video game addict.

She shoved a lock of the black wig she was wearing back, sighing a little. Her frapuccino was almost gone, and she still had nothing else to say about megalomania. It was kind of boring, really. Nothing was worse than being expected to write eight pages on something as boring as thinking you're better than everyone else.

Sample Journal Entry. Day three of exam week. Man, I am so wiped it's insane. I need to see if Weasle wants to study for genetics with me, but he's watching Fanboys for the eightieth time and won't pick up his phone. I'll have to send him a Star Trek e-card at some point, just to antagonize him.

Mom and Dad called today, and Mom's going to next day some cookies to me. Which just proves that I have the most awesome parents in the world.

Oh! That's my phone. Better be Weasle or I'm going to kick his ass. I'll write more later!

Lorna was sitting at her computer, enjoying a nice, cleansing first person shooter. She enjoyed it a great deal, and was gladly ignoring the world for it. She heard Alex come in and paused the game, bouncing up. “Hey sexy!” She bounced over and kissed him, a bit surprised when he didn’t respond.

“Lorna, we’ve got to talk.” His voice was soft, a little mournful. She blinked and nodded, taking his hands. He looked into her eyes, and she canted her head. “The fighting’s started, and they need me to fight. I’m-“ He stopped, and swallowed.

Lorna stroked his face, kissing him softly. “Hey, it’s okay. You’ll be okay. You’re a fighter, and you’ll get through.” He pulled away, sighing.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, baby. We’re so outnumbered, out gunned, and outmaneuvered. Just- let it go.” He turned away from her, and Lorna stared, aghast.

She stared at his back as he went into the bedroom, and then followed, opening the door with her powers. He turned, angry. “Go away. I don’t want to see you anymore, Lorna. We’re all going to die, so we might as well be miserable until we do.”

She reached out to touch his shoulder, and he swatted her hand away. Lorna pursed her lips, and hovered to look him in the eyes. “You listen to me, Goddammit. We are a couple, we are married. That’s a permanent thing.” She grabbed his shoulders, staring straight into his eyes. “Don’t you dare cheat me out of that.”

He shook his head, and she felt the anger bubble up, and she slammed him into the wall, the nails in the studs pulling out, writhing as her powers curled around her in anger. “Lorna, please.” His voice was pleading, and Lorna threw him to the floor, disgusted.

“I thought I’d married a man, but it looks like I’ve got a dog instead.” She glared and left through the window. If there was a war coming, she was going to put an end to it right then and there. She flew through the sky, aurora following behind her. She found the fight, which had barely started. Despite the advancement of the weapons, each of them was made of metal. She used her powers to bend and warp them, causing chaos on both sides, not caring who she hurt, or even if she killed anyone. She wanted the fighting to stop, and would stop at nothing to make sure it happened.

She warped everything around her, until the order of the world was completely undone. The power rode through her, instead of being controlled by her, and she laughed in glee at the wonderful, heady rush of power, the feeling of being a strong force of destruction. She laughed at the chaos under her, until the power ran out, leaving her flushed and glowing, as though she had just had the most incredible orgasm of her life.

Lorna arrived in UTR as a redhead with no super powers. She was dropped in NYU as a creative writing major. She barely had time to cope with that before her powers manifested, and her hair began growing out green. She destroyed the campus of New York University, and was rescued by Pulse, who she became intimate with, even developing a crush on him. There was an attack by Apocalypse that brought out Lorna's control of her powers, and in the aftermath she slept and became friends with Dean Winchester. Though she wouldn't share his bed again, she thoroughly trounced him at Guitar Hero on a regular basis.

She met Alex on accident, and from there they became close, living together, then building a house, then marrying all in a short span of time. It was fast, but also somewhat natural to Lorna, who was so used to being indisicive that any indication she'd made up her mind was pounced upon like a starving dog on a steak.

She built a relationship with her genetic father, to her surprise, and mourned him when he died to destroy Sinister. She grew close to her half-sister Anya, and even developed a relationship of sorts with Pietro and Wanda, though it would prove to be one of mutual annoyance more than anything else.

After Sinister's death his minions destroyed their home, which led to Lorna going into a frenzy to keep herself and her husband safe. They went to live with Cable and Domino, similarly displaced, in a militaristic compound made out of an old hotel. Life was good there, and Lorna let herself relax enough to switch her major and pursue geophysics, hoping to harness her powers to do some good.

As their life settled, Alex and Lorna discussed children. Lorna was afraid that a child of theirs would be too much to handle, and too good a target for madmen like Sinister. She also felt that she owed a great debt to her parents for taking her in, and so she suggested they adopt. They began looking for homes in America, where they both still held citizenship, when the compound was attacked by goblins, who stole Cable and Domino's children. Told to stay behind, Lorna and Alex decided they'd had enough and established a home in LA, where they began going through the adoption process. Recently, they learned that they would be unable to adopt, because of their inability to take the required time away from work and school to take care of a child.

This is pretty neat

But I don't think It would work well around me no matter what. I kind of don't play nice with ferroelectrical stuff.

Who: Lorna Dane (a narrative)
What: Coming back into her own
Where: a bank
When: Early afternoon
Warnings: badly written action, cursing.

( I'm no heroine )

I never thought I'd ever say that I miss Pietro.

I need a better EMI shield for my. . . everything.

Also, it's a good thing I'm on maintenance. At least I only annoy myself when I have to rebuild my computer and toaster and. . . yeah, everything else. Plastic is so wonderful, why can't everything be made out of it?

Character Information
Name: Lorna Dane
Journal: compassrose CompassRose
PB: Bianca Beauchamps
Birthdate/Age: 10/10/1976 (32)
Eye/Hair Color: Green/Green
Height/Build: 5’4” somewhat underfed comic book heroine build
Markings of Significance: scars on most of her body parts
Comicverse or Movieverse: comicverse
Mutation/Power: Lorna can control electromagnetism, thanks to the nanites Apocalypse installed in her body.

Other Personal Information Lorna has been captured, tortured, and variously abused for about three months prior to her arrival.
Close Friends/Relatives: Alex Summers (lover), Erik Lensherr (biological father) Pietro and Wanda Maximoff (half-siblings)
Residence on the island: PT428
Job(s)on island (if you choose to have one): Maintenance crew
Sexual Preference(s) pansexual
Character Sexual Turn-ons: anything where she has control and the other person has very little power, to the point of extreme bondage, or situations where she doesn’t have to touch the other person involved. Also, working out or fighting with someone.
Character Sexual Turn-offs: being tied down, held, and sometimes even being on bottom. Pain (inflicted on her), rape fantasies, and romantic relationships.

Brief History: Lorna Dane has been an X-man off and on for years. She has spent a lot of that time finding out horrible things about herself and her family, and almost all of it with Alex Summers. She has gone insane, and come back from it at least five times over. But she kept coming back because she believed in Xavier’s dream. She stayed with Alex because she believed in their love. Above all, Lorna has followed her heart all her life, following it through college to pursue her passion for geology with a man who set her heart aflame. She followed her heart when she was asked to join a team put together by the government to work on mutant/human relations. She followed it again when she quit X-factor, and even when she was insane, her insanity was focused around her love which was twisted, but still strong.

But she isn’t blind to the faults in all of them. Xavier’s dream relies on circumstances that will never happen. Alex is a flawed and obstinate man, and she is a sometimes weak, often headstrong person, with more than her share of flaws. Her mental health is a worry to her, considering all the hell that she went through to regain her sanity the most recent time, and the things that Apocalypse may have done to her when she was acting as Pestilence.

Recently, she has been in space, fighting Vulcan with Alex and the adopted Starjammers. It was a rough, tumultuous ride, both personally and realistically. Beside being around her ex-fiance and attempting to rekindle their relationship, the crew has been through more hell than anybody deserves. Vulcan eventually caught their ship and confined them all to chains, torturing the crew, including Lorna, until Alex broke. Or at least with the intention of making him break. For three months they were abused in unimaginable ways through the sadistic cruelty of Vulcan, who took joy in the torture as much as he enjoyed breaking his half brother.

Why is this character here? Lorna knows that she needs to heal from all the madness, and become comfortable in her own sexuality again.
OOC Information:
Email: yay.sentinels@gmail.com
AIM: panthernesmith
Time Zone: Pacific
AIM Availability: rare. I don’t have time to get on AIM that often. But I am always reachable by e-mail.
Journal Availability: 7am -3 pm most weekdays, and sporadically throughout the rest of the time, due to an odd work schedule
Is there anything you won't play out?: not really. . . anything involving excrement is kind of icky, but I’ll try anything once.

october 12

I just realized that I've only got one female friend. And she's technically my older sister.

I possibly fail at being female. Which is why I have no idea where a good hairdresser is in the area. Somehow I doubt that I could walk into Supercuts or whatever and make the woman who might or might not speak the same language as me and make her understand that my hair really is that color under the dye.

Arg. This is frustrating. At least I can play it off as natural if I can't get it taken out. After all, most of my siblings have black hair.

Which is a weird thought in and of itself. I'm still not used to having siblings. Even if it's nice having Anya around to talk to, and Eric is surprisingly cool, the feeling that they're other, and not actually my family persists. I guess my parents will always be the ones I grew up with, genetics aside.

And honestly, I think I'm thinking about all of this to keep my mind off the fact that in a couple months or so Alex and I are going to figure out where we're going and decide what our next step in the relationship is. One minute I'll be serene and calm, the next I'll be nothing but nerves.

Guess I'm still fairly neurotic. Oh well. Hopefully I'll grow out of it. Hope I grow into a woman that Alex can be proud to be married to.

I wish my parents were here, so I could introduce them to Alex.

We cast this message into the cosmos.... Of the 200 billion stars in the Milky Way galaxy, some — perhaps many — may have inhabited planet and space faring civilizations. If one such civilization intercepts Voyager and can understand these recorded contents, here is our message: We are trying to survive our time so we may live into yours. We hope some day, having solved the problems we face, to join a community of galactic civilizations. This record represents our hope and our determination and our goodwill in a vast and awesome universe.
—Jimmy Carter,

So, I have a biological family. It's about what I expected, really. I guess knowing is better than not knowing, anyway. I probably shouldn't have been as much of a bitch as I was to Pietro, and, honestly, I find it unlikely that I'll be taking part in any kind of family bonding.

Also, Magneto has a lot of kids. It's kind of frightening. I wonder if this is all of them?

On the other side of things, Alex is a godsend. He's such a cool guy, and seems like he understands things. It's really nice.

I should call see if Pulse or Kimber want to hang out again.

Once I finish my biology homework. Pleh.

Lorna went straight to her room, not so much as looking at anyone as she passed them. She could make it to her room if she focused, and that was all that mattered right then and there. Crying in the middle of a hallway was not an option.

She barely made it to her room before she burst into tears. They weren't silent, dignified tears, but noisy, messy weeping that made her entire body shake. She wanted to be Pulse's friend. She wanted to be safe in a world that wasn't constantly in peril. She wanted to be in control. Since none of this was happening, she did the only thing that would help. Which for her was apparently holing up in her room and not leaving again until she was needed.

Why did it have to hurt so much? She was so scared of everything that even just clearing the air and telling him that she liked him was too much, and now she'd hurt him because of that. Not to mention she was going to be on hand when shit went down, and wasn't even sure that it was a good idea to get scared while driving, and. . .

She took deep breaths, trying to straighten herself out. Getting twisted up over things wasn't going to help in the long run, and she knew it. The best she could do right now was try not to make the same mistakes again.

She dug the cell phone out of her pocket. It was clever, and must have cost him a fortune. And the stone as well, so beautiful and perfect. . .

She fought back the regret and pain, and carefully put the gifts in one of her desk drawers, covering them over enough to muffle the cell phone, and hide them from view if she ever opened it. Not that she thought he would call. Not after that.

That accomplished, Lorna stripped out of her shirt, looking down at the sexy underwear she'd worn, and laughed, bitterly. She removed those as well, shoving them into her laundry hamper. She wouldn't be needing those anytime soon. Guys were just too much trouble.