Kiana Tierney
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Name: Kiana Tierney
Nickname: Kia
Code Name: Eidolon
Affiliation: X-men student
Gender: Female
Age: 7 (and a half, as she would say)
Birthday: May 5, 2017
Hair: Strawberry blond, a little past shoulder lengths, bangs reach eye level and are swept to the side. Kia normally wears her hair clipped back at the sides tied back, ends slightly flipped up from part natural, part habitual fiddling of the ends of the strands closer to her face.
Eyes: Two eyes, a hazel color falling closer to a dark green than brown,
Mother: Elena Delaney Tierney, made up, non-mutant, deceased.
Father: Corbin Delaney, made up, mutant (he could levitate…no higher than 5 ft off the ground and in one spot, but good for changing light bulbs), deceased.
Physical Description: A four foot tall adult. That would be the closest way to explain the way she holds herself. Behind her sweet face that still retains a bit of her baby fat, her eyes are cold except when she plays the part of a true child her age. Red-blond hair falls an inch or two past thin shoulders, bangs cut to eye level and curled slightly over her forehead. A headband is her main hair accessory, normally matching her outfit, and because her favorite ensemble would be black pants, black shoes, and a long sleeved shirt of dark green decorated with a pink daisy on it’s front, her headband is usually green.
Thin figure of most children her age who haven’t been binging on junk food all their life, she carries herself with the grace of a little ballerina. It comes together with her stoic expression to leave one wondering if she really was an adult in a child’s body. She’s been spoiled, and she knows how to put on an innocent act that breaks the illusion of maturity, but leaving her alone with anyone other than an adult, and she’d revert to this tiny, confident controller who is her older cousin’s nightmare.
Her pale skin freckles, then burns, leaving a sprinkle of the brown dots across her nose, and dimples would appear if she would smile more. Her composure is calm, not the hyperactive running around of most her age, and her vocabulary is surprising for one her age. Intelligent as it may, it does not mean that she won’t like the same things as those of her age group. Her favorite backpack sports a cartoon penguin, waving one black fin happily against a purple background.
At first appearance, she easily seems more mature than her age, acting and speaking like a child years older but still retaining the same interests. Those friends she’d had would think of her as very “grown-up” while others might see her as snobby. Adults tend to see her as the good student, sweet, quiet, studious. They tend to overlook her hidden mischievous side. Look in her pack, you’ll find a child’s workbook for 3rd grade math because of her skipping a grade. Yet underneath the books and stuffed penguin lies a slingshot, a bag of water balloons, and assorted stuff that might come in handy when she feels the bully inside of her.
Powers:
The ability to become incorporeal as well as spreading her powers to things she touch gives Kia a large advantage when it comes to pranks. When ghosting through an object, her body, as well as anything/anyone she phases, becomes translucent, not necessarily the gray and white of how most perceive ghosts but dulled colors and almost a smoke like quality to what she affects. Items like clothes, small things on her body and within maybe two or three inches of her become automatically intangible as well unless she controls it. It takes a little extra power to both control her affect on things close to her as well as larger things farther from her body. And unless they’re within that inches radius around her body, she must be in contact as well. She’s dropped books and candy before, trying to phase without spreading her power completely over her back pack. In the end, the back pack went ghostly, nothing inside did. Practicing on her own, and teaching herself to concentrate harder on what she wants to do, she’s mostly fixed that problem, but of course, accidents can still happen.
If she were to pass through a person, they’d feel a chill, much like what people claim when they believe a ghost is around. Of course, she’s actually visible, a little harder to see if it was dark, but visible all the same. Water seems to dampen her powers, the more, the harder it is to become transparent and pass through. Worst thing that could happen would be she were to phase through the ground, end up in a water pipe, and have a hard time getting out before she drowned.
Something solid through her body while she was phased, she wouldn’t be able to come back into her tangible form without it affecting her. Therefore, she has to be sure she’s gone all the way through unless she likes having things lodged there in her body. It’s not very comfortable, and if it’s hitting enough organs and is moved enough to disturb it from it’s set place, it will cause damage within her body, possibly enough to kill. As her powers grow, this wouldn’t be a problem, but at such an early stage, she has to be aware of what’s going…around/through her at all times.
Her power allows her to phase up to three children, or two larger people along with her, although this cuts into her energy a lot more than continuous phasing. It’s holding them within her power, keeping them “ghostly” as she calls it, that takes energy, and not all people enjoy the feeling of their molecules passing through a wall. She tried taking her uncle through a door when he was locked in the bathroom, and Uncle Dom threw up in the hall.
In the beginning, her powers would randomly begin to fade different parts of her body, but she gained control of this quickly after her first accident in a partial phasing. She could make simply her hand become intangible, but she must remember where it begins and ends on her arm. Once it reaches the point where she hasn’t spread her power, she’ll simply stop going through. It makes a decent practical joke in a dark room where intangible parts are harder to see and she makes only her head see-through. When phased, she can touch another object and still spread her power through it, making it useful for snatching that extra cookie from the cookie jar without leaving fingerprints.
History:
Washington born, Boston raised, Kiana fell into the guardianship of her mother’s brother when she was two, a cold keeping her at home with a babysitter from the car trip and accident that took her parents. Her Aunt Lore and Uncle Dom took her in, raising her as their own along with her cousins, Lenora and Warren. This was her new family, her parents replaced by two relatives so willing to have a third chance raising a child, her cousins becoming her siblings. No real tragic story. She didn’t know her parents, and she’s asked enough questions about them that there is no reason for her to be upset.
Her uncle and aunt adored the child, spoiling her first because she was the “poor kid” who needed extra love. Later, their affection came as she showed herself to be an intelligent and precocious child who seemed to be what every parent dreamed. She was better behaved than her cousins were, and she was smart enough to skip grades. Adorable, polite, obedient, who wouldn’t love her? It did cause jealousy with her cousins, and while Warren eventually adjusted and became more brotherly, her relationship with Lenora could challenge any sibling rivalry.
The entire family accepted her except for one. Ten years old, a moody teenager ever since Kia could remember, Len became a target for sly pranks and daily torment. Even from a young age, Kia found the other girl cold toward her, and she returned the favor. Her cousin saw her as a challenge in the household, replacing her as the daughter and the sister to her brother. As sweet as she would act around everyone else in the family, she was a natural bully, even if her victim was so much older. Her cousin’s affections weren’t as interesting to win as her cousin’s threats.
At four, she could read, she was cheerful, and she was eager to learn. Kia’s curiosity and enthusiasm was fed by enrolling her in every class she seemed to take an interest or her cousins had previously tried and usually quit. Given her cousin’s old ballet shoes, she was called a “natural” by her instructor. She was quick to pick up a violin of Warren’s and learn to play “Twinkle twinkle” (her first song) after she watched him play a little for her. She learned to do a cartwheel easily and spent plenty of time rubbing the fact into her tumbling-impaired cousin. She was a sponge, pleasing teachers, annoying Len even more with every praise from her parents. And intelligence came with what her cousin would describe as her dark side. What normal four year old would love to rub it in that she found everything so easy to accomplish and would later play the innocent victim if her uncle came in to scold Len for yelling at her? Such a young age and already a master of lies.
Kia skipped kindergarten, beginning first grade at the age of five, and among her friends, she was the controlling one, the one who always liked everything proper. The stars on her homework displayed her ease in this simple grade level, and there was talk to move her up again, but in the end, she was just given harder books. In the classroom, she was a bit of the teacher’s pet. On the playground, she could be the nightmare of any child who annoyed her. There was once she convinced a boy that a tree branch over the top of the jungle gym could hold his weight if it could hold hers. Of course, he was heavier, and if it had been cracking the time she tested its strength, he ended up with a broken arm. She avoided trouble by faking tears and being the one to run to the teacher as soon as he fell. That was just what he deserved for grabbing the ball from her at first recess.
It was rehearsal for a spring play in first grade when she discovered herself feeling faint. And falling through the riser as her class practiced for a song piece. She’d been on the top, and her teacher’s assumed she had fallen off as they reported her broken wrist. It was the first time she had used her powers, and one of the very few times in her life that she was truly scared. As a logical type of person, she didn’t realize it was possible, and she brushed the thought away. It had to be the lights, maybe it was too warm. Her? A mutant? Her cousin was one, but she couldn’t possibly…It was a little after the Christmas before she became more open minded.
A quiet half of a year that wouldn’t last. Post-broken wrist, she’d see herself in a mirror, becoming translucent before her eyes. Clothes, hair, bandaged hand included. It was shocking, a few nights ago, looking down at dinner and seeing that the butter knife blade was embedded across her palm. Her hand had gone through the knife and solidified once more, leaving the utensil set in her flesh and bone as if transplanted there. Jerking her hand in an panicked attempt to remove it, it was like tearing it through her flesh. Once again, she was brought to the hospital, this time, for “accidental” stabbing (the doctor was very confused on how she managed that). Luckily, the only effect was a hand with a slightly weakened grasp and a scar slicing across her palm. She didn’t mention what really happened, only making a silent promise to herself to gain control before anything else that was bad could happen.
New year resolution for the year, take care of the problem herself. Practicing on her own, gaining enough control to keep from endangering her life, Kia gained reasonable control on her own. Her powers became a way of taking the tormenting of her cousin to a new level. Who wouldn’t be afraid of a “ghost” walking through the bedroom wall, flowered sheet drifting through the door and a chill as it passed through? It was revenge for her cousin, who herself had discovered she was a mutant, for destroying her teddy bear. Of course…Kia probably shouldn’t have purposely used her cousin’s favorite white shirt to clean up a paint spill.
Her relatives never asked if she had powers, so she’d never mentioned she did. It wasn’t until one day Uncle Dom managed to lock himself in the bathroom. Kia was absorbed in a crossword puzzle on the couch, and the banging began to annoy her. She’d simply gone in, phased him out, and gone back to her puzzle that she was doing before she was interrupted by his yelling for help. That was that, she was sent to the same school where her cousin was recently enrolled. The Xavier’s Institute. Len was NOT pleased when she was told she had to watch over the kid.
Personality:
Some children just aren’t as nice as they seem. A child who can truly be called two-faced, Kia will be sweet to those she likes, brutally blunt and rather nasty to those she dislike. Teachers and parents? They receive her nice side, and she has acting innocent down to an art. It doesn’t mean that those whom she will smile and wave she won’t trip them purposely or slip a pin in their chair. She just hides that and blames someone else or claims it was an accident. A key to keeping it seem like accidents is to never do the same thing too often.
Unusually stoic for a child her age, it takes quite a bit to make her laugh, and twice that amount to make her cry. Even in fear she’d more likely pale and become very quiet. Protesting that she is scared is part of her need to be anything other than a baby. A stressful situation will leave a grim but calm child, repressing the emotions that she long ago quashed. Seven is an important age, she believes, leaving her to believe that it is where the babies and booger eating kids are separated from the growing adults. It’s made her switch from those easy chapter books to attempting harder books that *gasp* have no pictures. Big girls don’t cry, they behave, and they’re a lot more disciplined than some of her classmates who still believes in the tooth fairy.
A bit of a neat freak, she doesn’t care much for getting dirty. It only seems to build up her need to exact revenge on whatever decided to literally mess with her. If it was some dust on her shelf, she would attack the room with a vicious cleaning spree. This is one child who keeps all her stuffed animals and dolls organized by size, species, and color. Some might suspect a compulsive disorder. She calls it order in a world already marred by so much evil. Although even she can’t answer why she likes to organize her foods in different piles and eat one thing at a time.
As a logical person, it took Kia a bit of time to realize the possibility of powers. A normally level head kept her calm, though, and her introverted personality let her keep the secret to herself as it manifested itself in her body. She believes she can take care of herself and loathes being treated like a little child. Her stubbornness will keep her from getting to bed if someone mentions the word “bedtime.” All she’ll want to do is prove that she’s just as capable at doing things as someone older. No classmate of hers should point out that she’s younger and therefore less likely to keep up with older children. They’ll just get a stern lecture and an insulting “big word” that many third graders would not know.
In school, there are the noisy children, then there is usually that one student labeled the overachiever or teacher’s pet. They were labels given to her because she would rather do something quiet instead of running like an idiot through the playground in a game of tag. Kia always had to be the top of the class whether in math, spelling, even PE, but it didn‘t mean that she cared for the petty waste space called the playground. This overachiever complex makes her competitive and stubborn. Most of her offenses at school are because of reports of her becoming nasty to other students if they seemed to be gaining on her in level, but she was never expelled because it was hard to pin it on her. She was simply suggested that she could do with a little talk with the counselor. Some things might be suspicious, but sad eyes and an honest sounding apology usually kept her off the hook. There was one time, a new student had appeared who seemed as intelligent as her. Later that week, that student ended up going home with a bad allergic reaction to peanuts. A certain little somebody had snuck into the teacher’s desk to examine allergy reports, and she gave an Oscar worthy lie about not knowing the brownies she had shared with some people contained peanut oil. Oops.
Those immature students who rarely seem to have anything smarter to say than "Don't eat yellow snow," and the teachers who call her "Honey" and "Sweetie," they are the reasons she would hate school. The homework, she doesn't mind. Children who insist on making her play house and be the doggy? She tells them to grow up. The few friends she have are those she has managed to tolerate and seems to have at least a little bit of brain in them. She would turn on them if someone else came along who would spend time with her, but they're all she has. Even she can appreciate having someone to persuade into aiding her in plans. Lackey seems to be good in describing them. If only she’d find others her age who didn’t still believe that all boys have cooties. E. coli and other diseases? Yes, but there’s no such thing as cooties.
A friend who can understand yet not suppress her need to mentally grow. An accomplice instead of a lackey. That would be her secret wish. It does get lonely, living and acting as she does, but it seems impossible to find someone who just seems to…click. What does she wish for her birthdays, besides a pony? Just that elusive true friend who doesn’t follow her around because they liked to play ballet during recess. It makes her wonder if she should just ask for a cat.
At home, she finds it hard to be treated any differently. Kia allows her Aunt Lori and Uncle Dom to baby her and spoil her, but they did feed and care for her. They annoy her, but they’re her parents, so she tolerates them and acts the sweet child as best as she can and ignores them when possible. They’re tools to her, and a source of survival necessities. There is love there, but only a pinch, and buried under the nauseating feel she gets when they insist on making her take pictures with Santa. It’s what keeps her at the table at dinner when they try to coerce her into telling of her day.
Her cousins, the feelings for them are opposites. Len, she hates. Warren, she likes, even if he can be on the dim side. He doesn’t treat her maturely, but he doesn’t treat her like a baby. More like a mini friend. The big brother she never had, his stupidity is ignored when he asks her if she wants to see a movie with him and his friends, all the while ignoring the fact that the movie isn’t rated PG. Or G. Another plus is that it annoys Len that Kia is closer to her own brother she has been since the PK (Pre-Kiana) days.
As sweet as she can be to her uncle and aunt, Kiana’s behavior falls more to what would come of the stereotypical upbringing in a wealthier household. Without the horseback riding and fancy yachts. Classical music is her preference, and she would rather go see the Nutcracker instead of a trip to the circus. One is art, the other is full of idiots in red noses who call themselves clowns. They’re not funny, the worst being the one that was hired for her fifth birthday. In fact, the only hilarious thing he did was run and yell when she “accidentally” dropped her cousin’s pet rat into the man’s “magic” hat. Kia just didn’t feel that a stuffed rabbit out of a hat was as interesting as a real rodent.
A sadistic little girl with a dangerous sense of humor and a lack of a conscience. Why doesn’t her cousin like her?
Likes:
- Power Rangers (heck, if they’re still around now, they’ll probably be around for a while longer)
- Despite the protests of her aunt and uncle, a cup of coffee in the morning to get a jumpstart for third grade.
- Making things hard for her cousin but playing innocent in front of her aunt and uncle
- Playing the violin
- Ballet
- Gymnastics
- Soap operas that she never gets to see because she’s at school
- Sugary breakfast cereals. She always has a box in her room for snacking.
- Painting class. She’d take them every Saturday morning.
Dislikes:
- Peanut butter, even as cookies
- The dark. She keeps a night light on.
- That annoying little thing that sits on your shoulder dressed as an angel. Oh yeah…the conscience (she never listens to it).
- Being told she HAS to order off the kid’s menu. She will order, but if told to do it, she’ll reject.
- Spiders, but rats and snakes are fine (something about having too many legs and webs that feel nasty)
- Artificial cherry flavored candy. Grape is her favorite.
Sample Post:
Edited by: FireflyFervor at: 6/19/06 2:47 am
Very detailed personality and powers description, well done. The latter is kind of problematic though seeing as "invisibility and related" are on the banned list.
Now my suggestion to be discussed by the admins would be to let her pass anyway as it seems Eve's dropped Hope (she had almost the same powers) and see Kiana as her replacement.
Other than that bit, I'd only like to know whether there is anyone she sincerely likes and wouldn't turn against. Friends, family? What about her relatives (other than Len) anyway; what's her attitude towards them?
And that'd be all ^^
Angie: I agree with the comment about her replacing Hope -thumbs up- will try and read the whole bio when I get home!
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.
Re: Kiana Tierney
Damn...didn't think it fell under "invisibility and related"...And decided the next bored day I get, I'm doing my homework and at least skimming as many of the bios I can before my eyes burn from staring at the screen.
The following part is what is editted and will be placed here just for convenience so YOU all don't have to burn your eyes out trying to find where I added:
...Oops.
Those immature students who rarely seem to have anything smarter to say than "Don't eat yellow snow," and the teachers who call her "Honey" and "Sweetie," they are the reasons she would hate school. The homework, she doesn't mind. Children who insist on making her play house and be the doggy? She tells them to grow up. The few friends she have are those she has managed to tolerate and seems to have at least a little bit of brain in them. She would turn on them if someone else came along who would spend time with her, but they're all she has. Even she can appreciate having someone to persuade into aiding her in plans. Lackey seems to be good in describing them. If only she’d find others her age who didn’t still believe that all boys have cooties. E. coli and other diseases? Yes, but there’s no such thing as cooties.
A friend who can understand yet not suppress her need to mentally grow. An accomplice instead of a lackey. That would be her secret wish. It does get lonely, living and acting as she does, but it seems impossible to find someone who just seems to…click. What does she wish for her birthdays, besides a pony? Just that elusive true friend who doesn’t follow her around because they liked to play ballet during recess. It makes her wonder if she should just ask for a cat.
At home, she finds it hard to be treated any differently. Kia allows her Aunt Lori and Uncle Dom to baby her and spoil her, but they did feed and care for her. They annoy her, but they’re her parents, so she tolerates them and acts the sweet child as best as she can and ignores them when possible. They’re tools to her, and a source of survival necessities. There is love there, but only a pinch, and buried under the nauseating feel she gets when they insist on making her take pictures with Santa. It’s what keeps her at the table at dinner when they try to coerce her into telling of her day.
Her cousins, the feelings for them are opposites. Len, she hates. Warren, she likes, even if he can be on the dim side. He doesn’t treat her maturely, but he doesn’t treat her like a baby. More like a mini friend. The big brother she never had, his stupidity is ignored when he asks her if she wants to see a movie with him and his friends, all the while ignoring the fact that the movie isn’t rated PG. Or G. Another plus is that it annoys Len that Kia is closer to her own brother she has been since the PK (Pre-Kiana) days.
Re: Kiana Tierney
Oh lord I have met kids like this....... which means its a good bio Watches all my chars ruuuuuun away..... (Only joking.. oh yes I am.. Logan .. get back here immediately!) Anyway if the other admins are ok about the power then so am I ...... How would she react to seeing a transparent Robin Hood wandering around? Could be fun finding out!
Anyway......
There's just somethin' wild inside me pullin' me to do things I don't understand.
I can't figure it. It's like tryin' to explai
Re: Kiana Tierney
Thaaaat means you're in. Just reply shortly to show us know you've been accepted and the bio will be moved. Have fun with the little brat *gets kicked against the shin* ... *blinks* ... *wails*
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.
Re: Kiana Tierney
*sighs* brats are great...I never meant to cause anything with the powers, but I finally did my homework and skimmed through the other bios, and you were right, it did seem a little similar. Aww...and Hope seemed awesome! Anyway, thanks!
Watches all my chars ruuuuuun away..... (Only joking.. oh yes I am.. Logan .. get back here immediately!) Anyway if the other admins are ok about the power then so am I ...... How would she react to seeing a transparent Robin Hood wandering around? Could be fun finding out!
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