Lenora Delaney
Player's Name: Single “N” Jen
E-Mail: Jishoniya@hotmail.com
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Name: Lenora Sarah Delaney
Nickname: Len or Lena Leo by nobody (her brother‘s nickname). Lenny by her mother and those who want to die.
Code Name: Whisper
Affiliation: X-men
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birthday: February 18, 2007
Hair: Light brown hair, naturally highlighted in darker browns, cut shoulder length and framing her face in straight strands. Truthfully, she would have preferred the simpler, non-layered, longer style she’d held most of her life before her mother convinced her it was time for a change. Messy from lack of recommended care, growing out a bit, Len prefers to keep it pulled back with a large clip, preferably in a bun if only her hair would grow out a little faster. Nothing fancy, her hair is treated simply with a few brushes and a spritz of hair spray to get her through her day.
Eyes: Brown eyes that vary from dark to light depending on the lighting, set wide and usually paired with a calculating scowl.
Mother: Lorena Alden Delaney, made up, non-mutant, still breathing.
Father: Dominick Delaney, made up, non-mutant, among the living
Physical Description:
Len finds it most unbelievable that she shot up during the past few years to a 5’10” yet has otherwise kept the same body since she was 12. If she were to stretch out vertically, why couldn’t she have filled out a bit better? In her opinion, she sees her growth like stretching a rubber band. The further, the skinnier. Skinny would be a good thing if she wasn’t left with a thin, almost lanky look that she despises.
In an attempt to mature her otherwise childish face, she keeps her hair short in styles her mother has insisted would make her look older. All it has done is emphasize her small face and large eyes. If it wasn’t for her perpetual frown and slight crease of her forehead in constant hard looks toward others, she would look like a rather tall, younger girl. Now, she just looks like a grumpy, irritated young woman. At least she got her wish of looking older.
Her pale skin freckles then burns in the sun, leaving a sprinkle of brown spots over her nose and cheeks that she prefers to attempt to hide with makeup. That’s all the makeup that she would use, though, preferring to keep it simple. Although she wouldn’t be called beautiful, she has a light natural beauty that keeps her from plainness. If only she wouldn’t take things so seriously.
Although her stride is of purposeful, long steps, her eyes would be cast slightly toward the ground with a barely noticeable slouch in a subconscious attempt to make up for being taller than many of her classmates have been. It also doesn’t hide her clumsiness as she stumbles over a sidewalk curb, but she’ll deny it and give another attempt at keeping her confident walk. Less than confident to others who see her, but let her believe what she wants.
To others, she talks a little fast, putting a little emphasis in most of the subjects of each sentence. Her words come out sharp in a voice that would seem a little demanding. When angry, her caustic accusations and demands overcome the light whine of when she isn’t as heated, and when embarrassed or down, her voice would go to the opposite, so soft, it’s only a little louder than a whisper. When annoyed, she is known to try to put people down, then simply huff and turn their back on them when it doesn’t make her feel any better.
Daily wear consists of loose, long sleeved shirts over jeans that fall to scuffed sneakers, sometimes a plain t-shirt in various colors on warmer days. If cold, she’ll throw on a sweater, and when it is allowed (when not in class), she likes hats. She keeps a small drawer containing just baseball caps, a beanie, a ski cap or two, any other hats she decides she likes and tries to keep from littering the floor of her meticulously clean room.
Powers:
Her brother has called it “Shut up and listen to me.” The power to dampen all sounds for up to a 30 foot radius, absolutely nothing can be heard for somewhere between 5-10 minutes depending on how much she quieted, until she ends it, or until she speaks. It was once thought she was temporarily deafening anyone around her, but she discovered that it wasn’t so. Those just out of range have mentioned a simple end of sound from the area around her. Anyone in the silence area will be able to hear things outside of the affected zone, and passing out of the zone will suddenly allow them to be heard. It’s as if just one area, all sound from the tiniest footstep has been sucked away.
While her power is in effect, Len can still speak, but anything about a whisper (above 20 decibel) will break her hold on the silence. If she were to move out of her boundaries, it would suddenly end, and things will be able to once more be heard. The area is fixed in within its invisible boundaries unless she ends the silence and reapplies it. She can’t simply slide it along to follow her. With practice, she will be able to silence a chosen area without her in the zone and perhaps have the silent area follow her as she moves. It would make it a hell of a lot easier to sneak into class on late days.
Because of the complete absence of sounds, things might seem a little louder than usual when the silence lifts. She’s scared herself with the sudden barking of a dog from next door and found that blenders are more than annoyingly loud if she forgot to turn it off before removing the silence. It’s not part of her side affect, more of a natural adjustment of the mind.
A skill she has experimented with recently is to dampen sounds without completely silencing. It takes more concentration as it requires easing the sounds down as if turning a radio volume knob. She has no ability in making anything louder than its natural volume, so it’s already as if everything is on maximum volume. She’s just turning it down so the neighbors won’t complain.
Side note, on the occasion that she might come across someone who uses sound in their power, and they came within the area that she has activated her power, the effects would be different depending on how the other person’s power is used. A quick example, because sound waves are literally frozen, with a power like Siryn’s screech, nothing will be heard, and consequently, nothing can really happen. Other than anything similar to that example, everything is as normal. Except quieter.
History:
Len was born in what could be considered the ideal family. Her name came from an anagram of her mother’s name, her father’s reply for her mother not letting her be named after her. Happy set of parents, two children that are of each gender and a year apart (her brother is older). No dog, her brother was allergic, but there was the neighborhood cat that came around, closest she got to having one of her own. Out in suburbia, she’s been part of the ideal, middle class family of America. Hell, they looked pretty much like every other family on their perfect little block.
She couldn’t have been more average. She even did the girl scout thing for a few years but quit when she got tired of it. Her school was of the normal, non-mutant type, and she had a decent number of friends. Never stereotypical cheerleader popular, but she wasn’t bullied much either. She just blended in, another student in the classrooms.
Her claustrophobia came from when she was five, involving an incident where her brother accidentally closed her in the car trunk where they were playing. She’d been using the open trunk as a boat while her father was unpacking the car as they returned home from the grocery store. Her brother had been playing and shut the trunk without thinking to climb the car and retrieve his Frisbee on the top of the car. Then he decided to watch cartoons. It was a good thing that it wasn’t a particularly warm day, and she didn’t suffer much physically from the few hours it took for her parents to realize she was missing and searched a good part of the block before thinking of searching in the trunk. Since then, she has a hard time riding in a car without cracking the window a bit.
Seven was a bad year for her. Len was prescribed glasses, and for the first month or so, she was harder on herself than normal. And then Warren was put on braces, making her feel a little better. What made second grade bad for her were the small things, like a teacher she was convinced was too strict, and the moving of her best friend to the west coast. She recovered though, made new friends, and dealt with her glasses as best as she could.
When she was 8, Len found her first “boyfriend”, Mason, who still continues to be her best guy friend. She still jokes that he is her ex-husband after they were married on the playground then divorced in the cafeteria a week later over the dispute of who got the last pudding. No relationship other than that between siblings or good friends, he was one of the first people she told when she gained less natural abilities, but that was years later.
Things seemed the worst when Lenora was twelve, and news that her father’s brother and his wife were killed in an accident. It was the biggest change of her life, gaining a new “sister” as her two year old cousin joined their family. In the beginning, she was excited. She could play babysitter! She could dress her up and be a role model to her! That was gone in about a month when Kia seemed fussy and didn’t seem to take to her very well.
This was crazy, her parents taking more time to watch over her cousin, even her brother stopped inviting her to play baseball with him and his friends because she was constantly complaining. What was so special about the little girl that everyone seemed so in love with her? She’d even tested it, throwing her voice as her father had taught her when she was younger, and as soon as she made it seem the girl was crying, someone would come running. Her mother told her to be nice, maybe she could try to knit a blanket for Kia, but it only frustrated her. She was new to knitting, and every time she thought of the other girl, she’d lose her concentration and mess up. There was no way she ever managed to make anything for her.
At 14, she wanted to start dating, like all her friends did. No, once again, the preschooler cousin made things hard on her. Her brother was constantly at tutoring because of his bad grades, so who else would baby-sit Kia? The little brat was smarter than she let on, and as soon as the parents were gone, she’d be a demanding little dictator. They never did get along, no matter how much they were left alone together. Within the next few years, they’d be tormenting each other more and more. She was gladdest when Kia finally was old enough to make her own classmates and go to school. Not so glad when she was the one who had to pick her up later.
Len was in the summer before 11th grade when she began to discover her mutant powers. She was yelling at her brother to turn down the television volume when suddenly the TV went mute. So did her brother when he tried to yell at her for playing with the remote. As soon as she spoke, the TV blasted back on, and they wondered if it was just a fluke. She thought so too, until she shut off all sounds during an argument at dinner a few weeks later over who had been guilty for forgetting to pick Kia up from ballet the other day (It was Len’s fault, oops.) A few more incidents, and they were convinced it was her.
Her parents treated it as a sickness, and those days were wonderful. Later, they tried to see it as a gift, though it took a few extra weeks to convince her father of that. She had more attention from her parents since Kia had arrived. But she couldn’t keep around like she was now. Sent off for a more suitable atmosphere, she did well and kept to herself. And then she got a call from home.
The brat was joining her at the school. And she had taken the one thing that Len thought she couldn’t have. Why did she have to be a mutant as well? Yet what use was it to protest? So Kia joined her, and Len gritted her teeth in every e-mail her parents sent and inquired about her cousin. She spent as little time as she could with the kid and began to study harder in her school work. School just got that much worse when she has to compete against little brats.
Personality:
From the beginning, Len’s felt as if she always falls short of perfection and expectations, leading her to be a little anal about everything she does. It was bad enough to compensate for a not-so-serious brother, but when it began to seem as if she was being replaced in her family by a little kid who could do everything better than she did at that age, she began to feel overshadowed. Her overstressing in grades and everything she does usually hinders rather than help her, and she sees her work as never good enough.
At first meeting, she can be a nice enough person, but even her friends have admitted she can be “bitchy” when it comes to an activity or project. She’ll be overly competitive and even a bit rude without realizing it. But as long as she isn’t competing, she’ll be a lot easier to be around. Another thing she won’t realize is that this need to succeed makes more similar to her cousin than she will admit.
Whatever it is, whether a fight between two friends or the stupid computer where she spilled juice, she always needs to get things to work. Len will devote hours to it and won’t cease to getting it to work until it is absolutely hopeless or someone drags her away from the project. She’s been known to spend an entire week on an unfinished puzzle as she searched the house, room by room, for a missing piece. There is a system! With a good system, everything will be alright. Follow the system!
When not competing and not trying to make everything work, her more demanding and shrill side is thrown aside to reveal a kinder nature. Because she feels that she can’t help herself, she’ll help everyone else. It seems as if her cousin is an exception, because she’ll be happy to give a hand to a nice little kid. And as soon as the child shows anything less sweet, she’ll change her mind and claim she hates all of their kind. It’s the reason she’ll make a horrible kindergarten teacher. After the first five minutes of cooing over their cuteness, she’ll be wishing to string them up by their tiny toes and play a round of piñata. Whether it is an old lady crossing the street or a homeless drunk guy, she won’t hesitate to drop her spare change or give them a hand.
With her family, she, like many people, believes she was born under the wrong roof. She loves her parents, and she’ll goof around with her brother, but at the same time, she believes she was left by a stork. Her father and brother are blond while her mother is a red head. So why did she end up with just plain brown? And why has she needed glasses since she was seven when no one else had much of a need? Len feels cheated in the genetic pool, and when her cousin showed up, fitting more of her family’s appearance, she only felt more out of place in the household. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t love them, just means that she feels like they don’t understand, like every person usually feels about their own family.
If the world was of comics (Hey! This world IS!), then she would claim her arch nemesis to be a little beast in an angel costume. Her relationship with her cousin Kiana, who has lived with them since Len was twelve, seems to affect her the most. Len takes the most offense if she hears someone complimenting the child without saying anything to her, and it puts her in the worst of moods for the day. Her jealousy and rivalry with Kia’s become a bit of an obsession, and ever since the younger girl has joined her at school, she does her best not to speak or associate with her.
Extremely claustrophobic, small spaces are her worst fear. For a while, Kia had even found it amusing to “accidentally” lock or bar the closet door with her cousin inside. She’d also insist on taking elevators whenever possible with the excuse that she was tired. Since an accident when she was a child, Len’s always been very against closed spaces that she didn’t even go play in those plastic tube play structures for the longest time. Well, now she just won’t fit in them…
Likes:
- Being a mutant. It was something that she had over her cousin. Until her cousin came into her own powers.
- French fries, no ketchup. If she had the choice, she would eat those little fried pieces of spuds for every meal.
-Soft pretzels
- Mints. Always have a box of breath mints in her pocket, and it’s not just for kissing.
- Knitting, got a problem with that? *brandishes needles*
- What she calls her only talent, ventriloquism, taught to her by her father. She's sometimes wondered why she couldn't have had any other natural talent. Something "cooler" like...natural cooking skills or other more useful things.
Dislikes:
- Her younger cousin
- Meat. She will eat seafood, but any creature above the water, she just doesn’t like it much.
- Chocolate. Unless it was mint, then it’s acceptable.
- Her glasses. Contacts as much as possible.
- Birds
- Insects, including butterflies (Not right to have that many legs!)
- Very hairy legs (Seeing them on anybody just makes her shiver in disgust)
- Tiny places. She’s very claustrophobic.
- Most little children. Especially those who begin crying.
Very well done! *applauds* I can't find anything to criticise here. You're been very thorough and descriptive. Appreciating the humour too.
Only thing you might want to add for people less inclined in that field would be a short description of what you mean by "throwing her voice". I've got a vague idea from singing classes but it might be good to clarify that.
You'll need one more stamp to start playing with her.
Thanks!
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: Lenora Delaney
okay, will do about the description, heh, figured I had to get her finished soon if I planned on any parents showing up to parent/family weekend...
Re: Lenora Delaney
... *slaps Dan around* ...no, it's because you said you'd edit something but didn't give us a holler that you're actually done with that
*some more Dan-slappage for good measure* ... aaah... nothing like that to start your day fresh'n vigorous
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: Lenora Delaney
... <<.. >>... are we scaring Jen, I wonder? XD
Just waiting for a "I've seen she's in" comment from your part to move the bio ^^
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: Lenora Delaney
Evil candy canes? No such thing. *shakes fist* Shame on you for even suggesting that my beloved minty Christmas treat could ever approach evil.
you're just jealous that somene else is slapping me not you 
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