Isaura da Costa
Player's Name: Well, looks like Jenn is already being used so, ah…can call me whatever…or Whatever!
E-Mail: Jishoniya@hotmail.com
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Name: Isaura da Costa
Nickname: Isa, Issy, Aura anything else people get from her name
Code Name: Solarflare
Affiliation: ah…whatever team she’s placed/x-men
Gender: female
Age: 15, 16 in a few months
Birthday: July 14, 2008
Hair: Her mixed heritage lightens the dark brown/black hair of her father’s race by a few shades, featuring surprisingly natural streaks of lighter brown that has only lightened further since her discovery of her powers. The result is a mingling of browns in different shades ranging from almost a burnt gold to dark chocolate brown.
Eyes: Dark brown eyes, irises circled with a ring of black, that take on tones of red and gold when she has used her powers. Unfortunately, the color stays for about an hour, a sure sign that she’s been playing around with her powers during times she might not supposed to be playing.
Mother: Savina Bianchi da Costa( made up), kept her ex-husband’s surname, mutant, deceased.
Father: Emilio da Costa(made up), alive, non-mutant cousin of Roberto da Costa.
Physical Description: 5’4” and sturdy built, Isa doesn’t have the model thin build that she would prefer, rather having a structure that seems to hint of her soccer-playing days. A complaint of hers is that she isn’t thin, not always appreciating that her build is toned athletically. Muscular calves just aren’t too attractive, but she can’t do much about it. In the end, she rarely wears skirts and only wears shorts during sports.
Skin lightly tanned doesn’t seem to ever become much darker or burn though fades with less exposure to the sun. With her mother’s paler skin and her father’s darker shading, the caramel color of her own is a mixture of the two, matching a few of the lighter streaks in her hair. A heart shaped face doesn’t give her the high cheekbones of her mother that she envies, and a slight brush of red tints her cheeks slightly. Eyes normally dark, little make-up is needed to highlight her eyes that gently curve downward at the edges, and dark brown eyebrows curve slightly over each eye. She’s had her share of teenage acne, but it has cleared up decently that there isn’t anything for her to worry about. A small nose slopes gently over a full mouth that leads further down to the stubborn chin she inherited from her father.
The brown shade in her long hair seem more highlighted in the sun, emphasizing both the nearly black to the caramel golds in an interesting contrast. Cut with a row of bangs falling just above her eyes, she keeps them swept slightly to the side when possible despite their tendency to come gently over her forehead. Ponytail, braided, or pulled back with a headband, her hair comes short of her waist by about five inches and is naturally thick. Thick with the slightest wave tends to frizz sometimes, though, causing a fuss in mornings she decides to leave it down but can’t get it to behave.
Normal days, her wardrobe features dark jeans, black shoes, a tank top, and a jacket. At night, or on colder, cloudier days, she's bundled up as if she was to go skiing. As embarassing as it might be sometimes, it's a necessity for her. Bearing in mind that her favorite color is green, her usual attire is yellow under a black and yellow track jacket over dark blue jeans. Around her neck, she wears a gold chain which hangs a small, flower shaped pendant, and around her left wrist is a yellow and gray sports watch. Her ears are not pierced, although she one day hopes to get around to it, and her most notable scar is a patch on her shoulder darker than the rest of her skin from a time before she was immune to burns and had hot water spilled on her.
In speech, her voice is higher when she is happier, but at sadder moments, there is a dark undertone that roughens her voice. She might have been born in Brazil, but living most of her life in Washington has left her with only the faintest accent. When excited or nervous, her speech tends to be faster, sometimes leading to a barely comprehensible panic. Somewhere along the ears, Isa also picked up the habit of sometimes over exaggerating her words.
As an active person, especially one who runs much on the energy of the sun, she seems to always be fidgeting around in her seat in class or playing with something in her hand as she walks around. Antsy is a good way to describe it, or anxious, as if she is waiting for something. It’s as if she had a few too many cups of caffeine that morning, only on a more regular basis with less of the overly twitchy hand.
[b]Powers:[/b]
While there are slight similarities to the powers of her father’s cousin, hers is a still a bit of her own variety. Drawing power from the sun, she normally requires standing in direct sunlight to fully power up, but for smaller uses of power involving warming something up or a little light, she can use power that is stored within her just from being in any light from the sun. This stored energy not only allows her the smaller conveniences but regulates her body temperature from dropping too low and leaving her vulnerable for colds. Without sun exposure, she’ll be powerless as well as physically weakened.
Her gift lies in the ability to, as her code-name suggests, imitate a solar flare in generating high heat. No flames, no fire control, unless she overheats something with the tendency to explode. In scientific terms, she has the ability to release high energy particles of proton that can cause damage to a human body in that way, however she does not have the powers to create enough radiation to kill.
Visually, her powers show themselves as a beam of orange-red hot light and golden balls similar to those seen if one looks directly into the sun. No, she does not suggest doing this for the sake of comparison. While the golden balls can cause small explosions in a burst of energy that flashes more light than heat, the ball itself, when held in her hand, can provide a light as bright as a lit match but steadier
Side effects of her powers, which also were the first signs of her mutations manifesting, include radio signal interference, black outs, and electrical disturbances due to slight disruptions of the Earth’s magnetosphere. Annoying little things, they are completely accidentally, and she has no control over them other than to lesson the amount of power she uses. One of the better side effects is that she is very resistant to heat, able to handle a boiling pot without it bothering her as well as fire for a limited time. No control or ability to hold fireballs in her hand or anything, but it wouldn’t burn her. Additionally, she never seems to be too warm, nor does she perspire because her body feels no need to cool, but she occasionally requires extra clothing even on some of the warmer nights to keep from getting sick.
Somewhat of a weakness, different radiation shields can do well against blocking her powers while other metals can at least prevent the rare cases of radiation sickness or heat stroke. Yet another weakness is ironically cold temperatures. When she is sick, her temperature drops for a few days in her own version of a fever as she uses more power than normal warm herself up. Lower temperatures require her to tap into her powers to keep herself at the body temperature she requires, and she’s prone to catching colds during chilly weather, usually resulting in small flares of light off of her body. During these time, her control of her powers are greatly weakened, and she has difficulty getting anywhere warm enough for comfort short from sitting in the oven. Her colds become amusement for others as she generates colorful light around her body, similar to aurora borealis displays that cling around her. That included with her shivers makes these colds very unpleasant times.
In using her powers, not only does her eyes change slightly but she takes on a slightly different appearance. Her skin takes on an inner type of glow that, if hot enough, can potentially burn holes through some of her clothes, and around her body the air wavers like the air near the ground on a hot day. There is a reason everything she wears is heat/fire resistant, because a small accident can equal to a big embarrassment. In this glowed form, her skin reaches a temperature just above boiling, hot enough to hurt at touch but not enough to burn more than a tingle.
Her reliability on the sun is unusual, and it makes it every difficult for her on those cloudy days where she can barely charge enough to keep herself healthy. But as soon as those clouds clear, it'll be from a few minutes to an hour to charge enough to be at full power, depending on how much power she'd been slowly soaking in from what she could get through the clouds and holes in the ozone layer. UV radiation, she's not bothered by it. It's too bad that it's so harmful to others...Fully charged, she'll have enough energy to, for measurement terms, hold a steady attack for about five to ten minutes, maybe a little longer if the sun is still out, or maybe enough light flashes to...do special effects for the first half an hour of a rock concert(yes I'm kidding about that). From there, she has yet again to let herself recharge. She's still charging between attacks, but attacks take more energy than she can take in.
History:
Born in Rio de Janiero and raised there until she was five, Isaura was the product of the recent marriage between a journalist and a businessman and politician. And later what was left after their divorce. Differences, Emilio’s busy schedule when dealing with his growing company that was a small extension of one his uncle used to run, Savina’s inability to cope with living so far from the states all lead to the separation. Isa was four at the time, and for the next year, the divorce took its effect. She’d see her father every weekends, then a weekend each month, finally a couple weeks every summer after she and her mother moved to Washington.
There was never much conflict between mother and daughter. With her father, he was away and left her to play with the housekeeper Luiza or any neighborhood kids she could find. With her mother, she was never left alone.Savina treated the child more like a friend, and she taught the girl not only English but bits of Italian and Spanish. Her dream was to have her daughter follow in her footsteps, and the mix of languages helped when taking her along on out of state assignments. Isaura was her companion, her tie to home.
At the beginning of middle school, the trips lessened, and Isa was able to finally attend a real school instead of home schooling. Such a difference, to be around those her age instead of just her mother. These were people who would be there the next day, and the next, not just during summers she spent in Brasil. It was easier than she expected to fall into the pattern of going to a regular school, and it didn't take long for her to distinguish from who to stay away and who were nice to her, like the small group of friends she gained on the soccer team. But this wasn’t the only change.
It seemed, during the days, she’d come back and find something different with her mother, as if she was missing something now that she wasn’t around her all day. Savina holed up more in her office, and when not in there, she was out. The small changes, they were more evident now that Isa spent most of the day at school, but she hadn’t known how extreme they would be.
She should have known something the first time she received a call at school that her mother had been taken to a hospital. Savina had attacked a man, claiming that he was bad, cheating on his wife, and in the end had nearly been hit by a car as she ran into a street. Isaura never saw this as a late-onset awakening of a mutation in her mother, an ability to sense someone’s intentions. What she saw instead was the deterioration of a mind who couldn’t cope with all the dark intentions of the world. For a few weeks, she stayed with a neighbor as her mother received treatment, and when her mother returned home, she hoped things had come back to normal.
For a while, things were more quiet save for her mother‘s usual strange behavior that Isa now accepted as normal, but Isaura found herself wary of her mother’s mental health. Savina now saw a psychiatrist for her “hallucinations” and “paranoia” but was otherwise fine. And then, the second time her mother seemed to have been off her medication, she began to beat her daughter while screaming that something was on her, attacking her.
Part sensing her daughter's growing distrust at her and her condition, part in exagerated fear from her increasing insanty that the shadow marking Isa's thoughts was a true monster, Savina rambled prayers to some unknown entity as she went for the garden hose to cleanse the house It had taken the neighbor’s husband to break down the door and restrain the mad woman. Her attempts to “save” her daughter led to another stay in a hospital, and once again, Isaura stayed with her neighbor.
This next stay was for months, and by this time, Isaura was thirteen. It was one day she’d gone to visit her mother, gotten a day pass to take Savina out for a mother-daughter shopping trip as they used to do. Things seemed normal, it was easy to try to forget that one was declared insane. She’d long forgiven her mother for hitting her, having blamed it on her mother forgetting to take her medication. She’d always blame the lack of medication again for her mother’s death.
In a park, the two sat with the meager excuse of a picnic Isa managed to scrounge. And there sat her mother, beautiful as she remembered before she got “sick.” The two talked for a while, caught up with lost times. And then, her mother seemed a little lost in thought, a happy smile on her face. With the tone of explaining something to a small child, Savina began to tell of her revelation that the drugs she’d been given had only clouded her mind. That as a journalist, she needed to be clear to see the truth, and for the past few days, she had hid the pills she was to take.
Touching her daughter’s shoulder, looking sadly at the scar she’d left long ago in a kitchen accident, she spoke as if the injury was recent, that she had hurt her daughter. Isaura later repressed the guilt of her stupidity at leaving the knife she’d brought to cut bread so close to her mother. It took only a second for the woman to declare that she was getting rid of an evil in the world and stabbed the kitchen item into her throat.
Isaura remembered the peaceful look on her mother’s face at the funeral, the ravaged throat neatly disguised by a blue silk scarf that matched the sky of that day. From here, she had two options. The neighbors, who had known her since they had moved to America, had been declared her god parents, but there was also her father. Nearly fourteen, she was packed up and put on a plane back to her birth country.
It wasn’t too bad, living in a large house than an apartment, meeting the friendly housekeeper. Her father wasn’t home much, but it left her more time to make new friends at school, try to forget her trauma. She hid any sadness with a smile and a laugh that couldn’t quite disguise the look in her eyes, but she slowly worked her mother’s memory from a searing pain in her stomach to a numb throb in her mind.
A few months in Brazil, she’d wondered if it had been the hotter climate or something else. Things seemed warmer, unbearably hot, and for days she stayed inside. Despite the air conditioning, there was no relief, and her temperature wavered between 100 and 105. Eventually, it would level at about 103, her new “normal” temperature, but the days as her body adjusted to what she soon discovered was powers settling in, she felt like she would die. It seemed sudden, but one day, things seemed nothing more than warm no matter what was the weather outside.
When she discovered her powers, she hid them from her father. How could she reveal them to a man who was barely home and, recently, had mentioned over his breakfast newspaper the atrocity of the bizarre people she sometimes saw out on the streets. It was a good thing he didn’t speak Italian as she muttered something under her breath and left the room. In those beginning days of discovering what she was, she came home straight after school and would lock herself in her room or the basement, soon discovering her powers strengthened with the sun and hoped that the lack of the rays would make her normal once more. Her friends must have really thought her insane when she began covering up her body with more clothing even on hot days.
The trouble with the powers, they began to make her wonder if she was insane as well. It was at one of her father’s business/family barbecues soon after, partially celebrating his latest success at work. Isaura kept to herself, playing a little with the younger children but retreating inside whenever she could escape the housekeeper’s nagging. There was little privacy even inside the house, and her jumpiness left her vulnerable to accidental slip ups of her powers, beginning with the fizzing of the television where a few people were watching a soccer game. Some people though, were more observant than others.
Her Uncle Roberto, really her father’s cousin, managed to catch her attention with a whispered English word that went unnoticed amongst the chattering Portugese. Mutant. To her embarrassment, Isaura had been told that he caught her throwing away a bowl of melted ice cream. Right after it had been served to her. And other things had given her away, though the main thing was that he could see something was strange. For a relative she really didn’t know very well, she opened up to him easily. Her uncle suggested that perhaps she needed somewhere else to go, somewhere she could learn more about her unique nature.
The next week, her father sat her down and claimed he had noticed she’d been acting down. And with a referral he had gotten from his cousin, there was a boarding school she might like to attend that could help her “build character.” Skepticism at first, but then acceptance as she read the accompanied letter addressed to her.
It has been a few months at her new school, and Isaura’s beginning to see that this had been a good idea after all.
Personality:
Isaura’s personality comes in layers, her outer hiding inner feelings that she is more reluctant to express. Outside, she attempts to keep up the outgoing, eager to succeed personality that masks other traits. On the inside, she falls into her occasional depressed moods, especially when it comes close to days reminding her of her mother or days that just seem to drag. These days are easier to spot than she realizes, revealed on days she is more sluggish or absent minded. The smiles will a little off, she‘ll be quieter than usual, and she’ll use the excuse that she didn’t get much sleep the previous night. Considering she gets much of her energy from sun light, it’s a pretty lousy excuse. Something else is obviously straining her mind.
Outside of her trauma, Isa’s quick-tempered and doesn’t always realize consequences before acting. She’ll peek on a difficult test without remembering that she is cheating, then feel guilty about it as she writes lines or sits in detention. Her impatient nature leads her eager to learn things without taking the smaller steps to get to the end, leading her to have began and gotten frustrated at lots of things she originally was so excited to try. It comes from her mother’s restless nature and all the new things she saw and wanted to try before her mother stopped traveling.
Isaura just doesn’t know when to give up. Her stubbornness with have her insisting on something if she really wants it to work, and if not, it’ll be something on her mind for a long time. A scowl and a grumpy attitude usually follows if not for an angry outburst before a long silent treatment. It’s a bad trait, she knows, to be so sure she’s right, but she can’t help it. It’s a subconscious desire for a little more control of things in her life.
In fears, her worst is to discover she has inherited insanity from her mother. On other things, she just seems, well…angry. Once again her quick temper kicks in as well as her ignorance of consequences, and she’d rather fight whatever threat, whether a trip to a principal’s office or a rampaging t-rex (kidding about that last) than break down and cry. No, she’ll break down and cry afterwards in her room when she’s alone at night, but not in the middle of something. Other than her powers, her only fighting skills are with her fists and whatever she grabs nearby. Perhaps she should have tried martial arts or something a little more disciplined, but that impatience to face the long, hard, tedious road of working to improve.
In terms regarding other people, her defensive nature seems to work in a slightly different way than maybe expected. Slightly naïve, she’ll make a friend easily, but she keeps any relationship from going further than that. Not even best friend or anything. A friend is nice, but it isn’t as attached as a best friend or a boyfriend or family. Considering her mother decided to kill herself in front of her and her father was always too busy even when she was visiting him, she doesn’t want to be hurt. Nice people, they’re too good to be true. They make her nervous when they attempt to get closer to her. Perhaps it’s this unwillingness to open up more than the first layer is what can make her difficult to work with.
Though not necessarily considered a “loner”, Isaura does require time to be by herself, to not think or worry about anything but her. It’s part of her way of gathering thoughts and leaving things behind. When music in foreign languages can be heard through the door, she’s in there, lying on her bed or on the floor and simply trying to get away. It’s not that she doesn’t like where she is or is seriously depressed, more like trying to calm any craziness within. Although…maybe it’s only encouraging this and is a sign that she should get out more.
Likes:
Soccer (football to her), astronomy, rock climbing, skating, someone to simply listen to her when she needs to talk, action and horror movies, spicy chili, sunny days, summers. There is just something about a good cup of coffee and fresh pão de queijo (cheese rolls) in the morning. Her favorite pastime is ironically not a day thing. On a clear night, she’ll take out a telescope and find a nice place to stargaze. Bundled up tight and conserving her power with the heat of a hot water pack, she’ll watch the stars and see something that hasn’t changed at all since she used to watch with her mother.
Dislikes:
Cold days, marshmallows, math classes, raisins, bees, any occasion where she is required to be on her best behavior no matter what mood she might be feeling that day. She can swim, but she doesn’t like it much. Her worst fear is to find that she’s as unstable and crazy as her mom, and she hates getting up early despite her wishes thanks to her powers perking up at the first sun rays. There’s a reason she keeps such heavy black shades on the windows.
Sample Post:
Why was it the sun set in the west, rose in the east? And why was it the same with the moon? Of course, Isa could turn the other way around, face south and pretend it was the other way around, but it just wasn’t the same. Either way, she’d lost her opportunity to take a look at the early setting moon tonight. And all because she couldn’t find a place to settle down.
It was a challenge, finding a spot in the grounds far enough away from the building where she was less likely to get caught. A tree was her lawn chair, and her lap was her table, draped with a blanket and cradling a thermos of hot water between her legs. Her comfort and her way of conserving her powers to stay up this late past sundown. Patting gloved hands together, Isa took up her binoculars once more. It was a warm night, but to her, it was just cool enough to send a slight shiver through her jacket and ski cap. Yet it was just clear enough for some star gazing before she had to sneak back inside.
The little glows coming into focus of her view seemed so different from the sun she preferred, but they held their own beauty that led her to this hobby. Although she had them, she didn’t need to bring her books out with her to enjoy the alone time. That was one thing she had trouble doing inside, where she probably would have been drafted into a pillow fight war or struggle over the television remote or some other crazy activity. No, stuck in a tree with her thermos growing cold, what seemed to be a pine cone (or just the missing cap for her thermos) in a very uncomfortable place, and rough tree park catching onto her hair was a lot better, but she’d really needed some time on her own.
“Damn tree…” Dropping the binoculars once more, Isa freed the long braid and brought it over her shoulder in frustration. That had just ruined her mood, and she’d lost track of spotting out Leo. Lousy binoculars, fumbling gloved hands, and she’d seen it before. It wasn’t enough to make her pick up the binoculars once more. Sighing in disappointment, Isaura sat back and unscrewed the thermos. At least she could stilly stare at the sky for a while.
The soft chirp of crickets and a car barely in earshot distance. Then the taste of the water left the unfortunate feel of cooled boiled water in her mouth. Second time shocked of her tranquility, a string of curses fell from her mouth as she recoiled in disgust. It was a mystery, why did some things just taste funny when it cooled after being boiled? Sort of…stiff was one way to describe it. Well, she didn’t have to tolerate it. Pulling off her glove, she held a hand over the liquid to warm the water. Another sip, and it was a lot better.
Funny how such a small act too so much effort when she was running on daytime reserves. It just didn’t seem fair, she didn’t seem to be able to do as much when the sun went down. And not even the moon was out for that sliver of boost from sun reflecting on orbiting rock. As a temperature seemed to drop and a headache of drowsiness brushed her mind, she cursed for not thinking before using her powers and quickly tugged her glove back on. At least the water was warm.
That had to be a big part of it, her displeasure at her initial discovery that she was a mutant. Everything had weaknesses, but she would have loved to be able to freely use her powers. Perhaps bring a little big of Rio warmth to this place, although some of the others might not appreciate it. She could imagine it now. Hopefully there wasn’t anyone around here made of ice or something. It would have been disastrous. Giving an empty laugh at herself, Isaura tucked the blanket closer to her.
To go inside or not. Puffing her cheeks in thought, she had to consider how much longer she wanted to risk out here. She could feel her bottom numbing, her neck beginning to ache. And yet…was that a shooting star? She couldn’t remember if there was a shower anytime soon. In a flash, her cup of water fell from her lap and the binoculars were back up, scouring the skies for a plane, a comet, hell, even Superman. Maybe just a few minutes longer. She’d risk a cold if it meant to catch a UFO or something. Like that was what it could be. Cheering slightly, Isa gave a slight smile and reclined once more, tapping a finger on her binoculars. Edited by: FireflyFervor at: 5/19/06 3:53 am
Powers: Technically, those powers are banned, as both fire and energy control/release are on hold... but I think we could let this one pass as I think many of the energy release character that were the initial reason for ban have gone AWOL. However, this is just my personal opinion and might not be shared by the rest of the staff!!
On another note, I'd like to see some more information on how actively using her powers would reduce her energy level. Could she "cool herself out" by, say, attacking an opponent with too much force? Is there a minimum energy level her body refuses to let her pass so that she can't harm or possibly kill herself by using up all the stored energy? How many full blast attacks could she launch on a clear and sunny day before having to "recharge"? Along those lines...
History:
What was (and is) Isa's relationship to her father like?
When attending a normal school, did she make friends easily and had built up a larger circle of them? How did she compare as far as grades were concerned?
What did her mother see when she was beating her? Considering you said she wasn't really insane but a psychic, there has to have been something. Or - with regards to her death - had the awakening of those powers driven her insane?
And that's all, I think.
Generally a really well done bio and a round character. So just gimme that extra info and you can expect the following stamp to take effect
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Re: Isaura da Costa
haha. I'm about to snooze.. but thought I'd mention, powerwise, I was waiting to talk to you Matt about that. I too agree that personally the powers may be passable, try not to have her too powerful, we already have an uber powerful fire elemental.
Re: Isaura da CostaAhh....thank you both. I guess I've gotten lazy on applications lately, so I'll add what's needed. For your convenience, I'll add the sections edited below and put the new or revised parts in red as well as edit the bio.... Well...the history would be long anyway, so I'll just put the section that was edited. Aye, I did notice the thing about the banned powers, and that was what I was most unsure about because I wasn't too sure how solar related powers would be interpretted.
Powers:
While there are slight similarities to the powers of her father’s cousin, hers is a still a bit of her own variety. Drawing power from the sun, she normally requires standing in direct sunlight to fully power up, but for smaller uses of power involving warming something up or a little light, she can use power that is stored within her just from being in any light from the sun. This stored energy not only allows her the smaller conveniences but regulates her body temperature from dropping too low and leaving her vulnerable for colds. Without sun exposure, she’ll be powerless as well as physically weakened.
Her gift lies in the ability to, as her code-name suggests, imitate a solar flare in generating high heat. No flames, no fire control, unless she overheats something with the tendency to explode. In scientific terms, she has the ability to release high energy particles of proton that can cause damage to a human body in that way, however she does not have the powers to create enough radiation to kill.
Visually, her powers show themselves as a beam of orange-red hot light and golden balls similar to those seen if one looks directly into the sun. No, she does not suggest doing this for the sake of comparison. While the golden balls can cause small explosions in a burst of energy that flashes more light than heat, the ball itself, when held in her hand, can provide a light as bright as a lit match but steadier.
Side effects of her powers, which also were the first signs of her mutations manifesting, include radio signal interference, black outs, and electrical disturbances due to slight disruptions of the Earth’s magnetosphere. Annoying little things, they are completely accidentally, and she has no control over them other than to lesson the amount of power she uses. One of the better side effects is that she is very resistant to heat, able to handle a boiling pot without it bothering her as well as fire for a limited time. No control or ability to hold fireballs in her hand or anything, but it wouldn’t burn her. Additionally, she never seems to be too warm, nor does she perspire because her body feels no need to cool, but she occasionally requires extra clothing even on some of the warmer nights to keep from getting sick.
Somewhat of a weakness, different radiation shields can do well against blocking her powers while other metals can at least prevent the rare cases of radiation sickness or heat stroke. Yet another weakness is ironically cold temperatures. When she is sick, her temperature drops for a few days in her own version of a fever as she uses more power than normal warm herself up. Lower temperatures require her to tap into her powers to keep herself at the body temperature she requires, and she’s prone to catching colds during chilly weather, usually resulting in small flares of light off of her body. During these time, her control of her powers are greatly weakened, and she has difficulty getting anywhere warm enough for comfort short from sitting in the oven. Her colds become amusement for others as she generates colorful light around her body, similar to aurora borealis displays that cling around her. That included with her shivers makes these colds very unpleasant times.
In using her powers, not only does her eyes change slightly but she takes on a slightly different appearance. Her skin takes on an inner type of glow that, if hot enough, can potentially burn holes through some of her clothes, and around her body the air wavers like the air near the ground on a hot day. There is a reason everything she wears is heat/fire resistant, because a small accident can equal to a big embarrassment. In this glowed form, her skin reaches a temperature just above boiling, hot enough to hurt at touch but not enough to burn more than a tingle.
Her reliability on the sun is unusual, and it makes it every difficult for her on those cloudy days where she can barely charge enough to keep herself healthy. But as soon as those clouds clear, it'll be from a few minutes to an hour to charge enough to be at full power, depending on how much power she'd been slowly soaking in from what she could get through the clouds and holes in the ozone layer. UV radiation, she's not bothered by it. It's too bad that it's so harmful to others...Fully charged, she'll have enough energy to, for measurement terms, hold a steady attack for about five to ten minutes, maybe a little longer if the sun is still out, or maybe enough light flashes to...do special effects for the first half an hour of a rock concert(yes I'm kidding about that). From there, she has yet again to let herself recharge. She's still charging between attacks, but attacks take more energy than she can take in.
History:
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There was never much conflict between mother and daughter. With her father, he was away and left her to play with the housekeeper Luiza or any neighborhood kids she could find. With her mother, she was never left alone. Savina treated the child more like a friend, and she taught the girl not only English but bits of Italian and Spanish. Her dream was to have her daughter follow in her footsteps, and the mix of languages helped when taking her along on out of state assignments. Isaura was her companion, her tie to home.
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At the beginning of middle school, the trips lessened, and Isa was able to finally attend a real school instead of home schooling. Such a difference, to be around those her age instead of just her mother. These were people who would be there the next day, and the next, not just during summers she spent in Brasil. It was easier than she expected to fall into the pattern of going to a regular school, and it didn't take long for her to distinguish from who to stay away and who were nice to her, like the small group of friends she gained on the soccer team. But this wasn’t the only change.
It seemed, during the days, she’d come back and find something different with her mother, as if she was missing something now that she wasn’t around her all day. Savina holed up more in her office, and when not in there, she was out. The small changes, they were more evident now that Isa spent most of the day at school, but she hadn’t known how extreme they would be.
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For a while, things were more quiet save for her mother‘s usual strange behavior that Isa now accepted as normal, but Isaura found herself wary of her mother’s mental health. Savina now saw a psychiatrist for her “hallucinations” and “paranoia” but was otherwise fine. And then, the second time her mother seemed to have been off her medication, she began to beat her daughter while screaming that something was on her, attacking her.
Part sensing her daughter's growing distrust at her and her condition, part in exagerated fear from her increasing insanty that the shadow marking Isa's thoughts was a true monster, Savina rambled prayers to some unknown entity as she went for the garden hose to cleanse the house. It had taken the neighbor’s husband to break down the door and restrain the mad woman. Her attempts to “save” her daughter led to another stay in a hospital, and once again, Isaura stayed with her neighbor.
Anything else I should fix? I'm sorry the application wasn't more organized, but I have the habit of skipping around on different parts during different days. Ah, and thanks for your time(s)!
Re: Isaura da Costa
I think it's alright that way ^^ Just give us a quick holler that you've seen you're accepted and we'll move the bio into the resp. section.
Have fun!!
~ Matt
There comes a time in everyone's life when they have to take over responsibility.
The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
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