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| {{Tab}}Shelby is first and foremost a performer. Still in her teens, she finds it easier to pretend to be whatever will make a situation go smoothly than to actually figure out who she is and who she wants to be. When busking, she's all about the charm and sunshine. Casual encounters are kept pleasant but she won't turn on the charm unless there's something she wants. She's a learned manipulator and quick to lie as it suits her purpose for either gain or keeping people at arm's length. Quick of wit, quick of tongue and with a calculating eye, she likes to think of herself as pretty hot stuff. | | {{Tab}}Shelby is a menace. Also a teenager. The latter will eventually cure itself but it remains to be seen if she'll ever get over the first. Quick of wit, quick of tongue and with a calculating eye, she likes to think of herself as pretty hot stuff. |
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| {{Tab}}Arizona is the last place a freckled, red-headed stepchild belongs and yet that is here Shelby was born and raised. Hers is a classic American tale: Mom and Dad meet, marry and have a baby, only to divorce a few years later. Dad is rarely seen afterwards, leaving room for Stepfather to enter the scene. Add the usual chaos of puberty striking a few years later and theirs was not a happy home. Screaming matches were the norm, and things finally came to a head when Shelby's mutation made itself known. Her stepfather was ex-Navy and fond of nautical paintings; during one spectacularly bad fight, the perpetually frozen schooners began to actually toss and sway on the eternally stormy seas. What had been a routine clash between the two became a full on panic between all three and at the end of it, Shelby stormed out (pun not intended) swearing she'd never come home again. | | {{Tab}}Shelby doesn't share a lot of her true history. She's been on the streets since she was thirteen. She plays the guitar, the banjo, she sings, and she's pretty good at all three. She's even better with art supplies. She has a chip on her shoulder the size of Alaska and the tendency to jump to conclusions. |
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| {{Tab}}And she never did. | | {{Tab}}Xavier's has taken her in, on full scholarship. Someone, somewhere, has probably started a betting pool on how long it will take for Shelby to be expelled. |
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| {{Tab}}From that point on, she cast her lot with other street kids. Smart enough not to get mixed up in turning tricks or sticking meager earnings into her veins, she looked to creativity to keep herself fed. As a busker, she was able to make enough to keep food in her stomach, even if it didn't sometimes stretch to a roof overhead too-- usually she could find someone's couch to crash on for a little while before having to move on. She tried her hand at a little of everything, whether it was fiddling around with instruments, fire-hooping, playing the living statue or any other idea that popped into her head or could be borrowed from others. Most of her success came from chalk-painting though, and talent hewn from some natural talent and not a little bit of borrowed ability from her mutation. She even tried to use her full ability-- being able to animate images-- for awhile, playing it off as a magic trick, before public awareness of mutations became too much and attitudes turned against people like her. No matter how innocuous her ability, she decided it was better to keep her head down...and move on.
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| {{Tab}}So move on she did, hopping from city to city, riding the network of underground activists, wheelers, dealers, peddlers and dreamers. She learned to become what was expected of her from any given group, putting on and taking off labels as easily as others changed clothes. If it meant a place to sleep and the chance to score a free meal, she was there with a fist in the air or a helping hand, as was needed.
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| {{Tab}}It has by no means been an idyllic voyage of self-discovery. She's had run-ins with the cops, with gangbangers, with drunks and methheads. Some targeted her for her age, either to help or take advantage of, and usually her ability to lie at the drop of a hat and run even faster has kept her from too many scars, either psychic or physical. But after three years on the road with no sight of safe harbor, living on the fringes has begun to take its toll-- Shelby is shrewd, manipulative, suspicious and has lost most of her morals along the way. She's unapologetic about being independent but it's beginning to wear, feeling like she constantly has to look over her shoulder. So she's chosen New York as a likely place to hide.
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| {{Tab}}In a city this large, who's going to notice one more in the crowd?
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| * [[Alison]] - Oh man, I wonder if she wants a musical act for her show... | | * [[Alison]] - Oh man, I wonder if she wants a musical act for her show... |
| | * [[Ivan]] - Pros: Likes music. Cons: BUGS |
| | * [[Jackson]] - Wow, good dads are real. |
| | * [[Kisha]] - Keeshond! LOL! Srsly, kind've a weirdo. |
| | * [[Peter]] - Ivan's roomie. Twitchy weirdo. |
| | * [[Rasa]] - Roomie. ''Wants'' to be cool, I think. Maybe. Not sure, yet. |
| | * [[Sebastian]] - I think we're dating, whoa. He's, uh. Really nice. Yeah. Shutup. |
| | * [[Shane]] - Total prick...literally, he's like me with a penis. And nicer clothes. And the shark thing. Shutup. |
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| | '''The City''' |
| | * [[Alexandrine]] - She lies with a swiftness and has good timing. |
| | * [[Doug]] - He's a good sport and nice to look at. |
| * [[Eric]] - Horny cops are the best cops in a pinch. | | * [[Eric]] - Horny cops are the best cops in a pinch. |
| | * [[Hive]] - Totally wants me but won't admit it. |
| * [[Iolaus]] - Let me keep the key. | | * [[Iolaus]] - Let me keep the key. |
| * [[Jackson]] - Wow, good dads are real.
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| * [[Jim]] - Wants to be my dad. Not so sure about the "good" part. | | * [[Jim]] - Wants to be my dad. Not so sure about the "good" part. |
| * [[Melinda]] - Should hook her up with Jim. | | * [[Melinda]] - Savior. Should hook her up with Jim but that'd be mean. |
| * [[Rasheed]] - Sweet, no scars! | | * [[Rasheed]] - Sweet, no scars! |
| * [[Siddhartha]] - Got us out of a scrape. | | * [[Siddhartha]] - Got us out of a scrape. |
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| * [[Alexandrine]] - She lies with a swiftness and has good timing.
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| * [[Doug]] - He's a good sport and nice to look at.
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| * [[Hive]] - Off the market but totally nice.
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| * [[Sebastian]] - Wants to bite me but that's kinda sweet.
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| * [[Shane]] - Hilarious, we should start our own gang.
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| '''Avoid at All Costs''' | | '''Avoid at All Costs''' |
| * [[Chokechain]] - !@#$%^&! | | * [[Lucien]] - h8 |
| * [[Lucien]] - Make one joke about his ass and bam, he tries to get rid of me. Cold. | | * [[Masque]] - h8h8h8h8h8h8h8 |
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| '''No Fucking Clue''' | | '''No Fucking Clue''' |
| * [[Ivan]] - Pros: Likes music. Cons: BUGS
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| * [[Peter|The Spider]] - Murder-drones are after him but he ''kinda'' saved me. | | * [[Peter|The Spider]] - Murder-drones are after him but he ''kinda'' saved me. |
| * [[Rasa]] - ''Girls'', ugh.
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| * [[Tatters]] - wut | | * [[Tatters]] - wut |
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