11th August, 1997.
Green, they turn purple when I am using my abilities.
Light brunette, wavy, to my waist.
5'5, waist height on anyone above 6'. It amuses me.
Small, fairly slight, I tend to blend into the background, as I would prefer. I know that is a luxury, given many mutants don't have a choice.
Teacher at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, since I was eighteen. I teach the kids to help gain control over their abilities, so they can utilise them to the fullest in a safe environment, so they are safe. They can defend themselves, but I do not teach them to cause harm.
Police liaison with the NCPD, since I was twenty (I am reconsidering that line of work.)
Standard Primary and Secondary school education in Cornwall, England. My Father contacted Professor Xavier when I was fourteen, due to me being asked to be a 'performing monkey,' and to do things that I would rather not mention. I refused, we moved to New York and I joined the school. Mental and physical training began there.
Drawing my thoughts, writing about them, trying to entertain people. Only my friends, I will not perform unless I am fully comfortable. Games of charades are fun with me.
I love to read, I prefer gritty horror, I find those far more interesting than 'mush,' vomit-inducing romantic nonsense.
Films? I like psychological horror, jump-scares foe the sake of them irk me. I grow bored of those quickly.
I adore video games, RPG's and historical games are my favourite.
I learned to listen, not just to their words, their movements, their shifting, their eyes, see what their face is saying. People may not want to be verbal, and that is okay. If they want me to read them, I shall.
I am able to project my thoughts, and those of others, to see if they are telling the truth or not. I can manipulate those thoughts, watch them like CCTV, place them onto flat surfaces, like photos.
I can cause physical and mental distress, but that isn't something I enjoy. It made me feel quite ill.
These can be used against my will, if someone manages to connect to my mind and burrows in there, like a tick I may be unable to remove them.
If I overload my mind, cue migraines, nose bleeds and possibly even worse consequences.
The Human Lie Detector
My Father, Alistair Wood is a brilliant man, worked every day since he was sixteen, raised me single-handedly and I would like to think he did a fantastic job.
I was together with Piotr Rasputin for eight years, from sixteen to twenty-four. We remain friends, wonderful man, sweetest soul I have ever met.
I could only talk about that if I felt safe. I doubt anyone here would spill my story, but I need to feel secure before revealing things.
I am not a single woman, nor am I looking for anything. This is entirely for fun, and to bounce ideas off of others with the same interests.
Single, straight woman, monogamous (I am perfectly okay with non-monogamous relationships but they aren't for me, personally) and I am open to a relationship. I need time to get to know him, however, there must be respect there, on both sides.