MEREDITH JOE WILLIAMS, lily collins, the resistance, amy

[MEREDITH WILLIAMS]

meredith joe williams

hey there. the name's meredith joe williams! i go by joe too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am 16 yrs & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm heterosexual? & that I'm from a rinky dink town in washington? I bet you've also heard I'm a mutant well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, the resistance is calling. see ya'! history Meredith was the result of a drunken night in a small town. Her mother was visiting a friend, they went out for a few drinks, and woke up in the morning completely oblivious to what happened. Eventually she discovered the pregnancy, and to much surprise, handled it calmly. She decided to keep it to herself, feeling ashamed for not even knowing who the father was. A few months later, Meredith Joe Williams arrived in the back of a pickup truck on the way to the hospital. The small town that she had been born into was in for a wake up call. Meredith was raised with a semi normal childhood. She got the ridicule, teasing, from friends and enemies, and many calls home from teachers for getting even. She had good times and bad, practically raising herself from the age of six. Her mother was never home, but left out a cooked tv dinner everyday, that was always cold by the time Meredith got back from school. Most days, she would venture off into their backyard that turned into thick woods the longer you walked. She kept to herself, sat outside and contemplated her life. Sometimes, at dark she would come home to find her mom - drunk more often than not. Her mother would give her a big hug, and tuck her into bed. It confused her, because when she saw her, her mother would give her hugs and tell her she loved her, but if she loved her, why was she never home? She would often just shake it off and go sleep. Sooner than later, Meredith made her way into highschool. At this point, she was so used to being called Joe that she didn't even respond to her first name. Her mom came home about once every week. Most teenagers would take advantage of this, having the house to themselves completely and not having to pay bills because their mom was off with some sugar daddy that gave her rent money. This is exactly what Meredith did. She had her close friends over often, and threw parties almost every Friday - the only requirement being that people had to supply their own drinks. Occasionally her mother would come home to find her house filled with strangers, she simply looked around in disgust, often stole a few drinks for herself and slipped into her room. What seemed to be a rash started to appear on Joe's shoulder, and with time grew and faded down her side. She dismissed it and simply covered up with clothes she didn't find too flattering. On certain days she would find herself writhing in pain from what she thought to be migraines. The drinking would often drown out the strange feelings and pain. Meredith was nearly sixteen when she was exposed to her mutation completely. The rash on her back had changed, and was no longer a rash. It had formed into faint, black rosettes, similar to the spots found on most leopards. She had been having strange impulses lately, like instinct, the feeling that twists your gut. The end outcome? Her mother came home to find a leopard unconscious on the kitchen floor. At first, she was shocked. She didn't know whether to call the police or animal control. Slowly, she watched the leopard slowly morph into a fragile human body, only the feline resemblance remained. Meredith still had a tail, and had grown a second set of kitty ears on the top of her head. Her mother was practically crippled from all of the emotions she was feeling, though managed to cover her daughter up with a blanket and move her onto the couch. Meredith woke to an annoying argument, coming from the television. She sat up, and realized that she had moved to quickly. A hand moved to her forehead as she tried to keep her head from spinning. Glancing around the room, she noticed a glass of milk and the typical tv dinner sitting in front of her. There was also a note. Meredith deciphered the first few lines of scribbles, something about going out with Jim, and didn't even bother reading the rest. She waited a few weeks, got hold of her mutations. As soon as she realized that she could control herself, Meredith took off with a wad of her mother's sugar daddy's cash. No one wanted to see that crappy old town in their rear view mirror more than her. personality Most people assume Meredith lacks personality because she doesn't talk much, when in reality, she is just a firecracker waiting to be lit. Adrenaline junkie would be quite an understatement. She's out for the thrill, creating mischief where ever it is needed. While she isn't the cliche social butterfly, she can sure stir up some emotions. Meredith has a mysterious aura, simply because she tends to keep to herself due to her independent nature. Aside from her mother and close friends, it isn't likely for her to approach someone and start a conversation. She is also quite the rebel, something her mother despises. Meredith does what she wants, when she wants, and without hesitation. Authority is one thing she loathes, and those who are close to her are well aware of it. A simple request can sound like a command and make her temper spark. Aside from her selfish and territorial attitude, Meredith is a kid at heart. She likes thunder storms and staying out late, not to mention going to parties. Joking is her specialty, as well as pranks and getting herself out of sticky situations. Once she loosens up a bit, Joe can become quite the flirt. She often appears older than she actually is, though can easily toss all assumptions aside with her immature actions. As noted earlier, despite her individualistic outlook on life, Meredith delights in going to parties and drinking. She is underage, but what teenager hasn't gone out and partied? She doesn't actually enjoy drinking, it just helps to cope with her feral instincts. Unlike most other mutants, Meredith is affected physically, mentally, and emotionally. She has the instincts of an untamed leopard, sometimes making her seem reckless and irrational - and occasionally, dangerous. powers & heritage Meredith is an animal shifter. Her mutation has gifted her with the ability to change into a feline, specifically, an Amur Leopard. She has developed many new physical talents, such as having the balance of a tightrope walker and the agility of a jungle cat. All of her senses and reflexes are enhanced, though everything is much more refined and powerful in her feral form. When in her feral form, she can communicate with felines of all types, however she cannot speak. This mutation is not only physical, but also mental and emotional. Meredith has a feline mindset that makes her want to remain independent, though her human traits feel otherwise. Her instincts are feral, and she doesn't always understand simple human concepts. Recently , Meredith has noticed a second mutation starting to surface. She has a mild form of pyrokinesis. While in her feral form, if she is feeling enough emotion, flames emerge from her paws. She can control these flames to a certain extent, but if she is not careful, they can easily burn or damage anything they come across. If she is not focused, the fire can go out of whack and become a large threat. The flames burn a pale white, and have even been described as dull when she is not paying attention to them. With time she will learn to manipulate this mutation with ease, but for now, she still struggles, is easily fatigued and can only access it while in her feral form. As for heritage, Meredith knows only that she was born to a lazy town drunk. She never knew her real father and her mom didn't even bother to mention him. Neither of her parents were mutants, though her father's sister was. She was somewhat similar to Meredith, as she also had the ability to manipulate fire. It's too bad that Joe will never get to meet her, considering she was murdered by an arrogant group of protestors with strong anti mutant beliefs. looks Meredith is somewhat of an average looking girl, aside from the very feline ears spouting out of the top of her head and tail. She is pretty short, and has a very slender build. Her face is rounded, with dominant features. The things that stand out most are her eyes, which are a deep bronze. While in her feral form, her eyes turn to a bright bronze, similar to a shiny new penny with a hint of yellow around the pupil. Her cheekbones stick out faintly, and lips are naturally puckered. Meredith is a brunette, her hair is a dark brown though the coloring fades out lighter at the tips, which end at the small of her back. She has spent her entire life conserving her money, so she generally finds trendy clothes at thrift shops. As soon as she discovered her mutation, her thrift shopping came in handy, considering every time she shifted she ripped nearly every article of clothing she was wearing. She doesn't have very much of a variety, and likes to stick to shorts, simple shirts, and possibly cowgirl boots. When going out in public, Meredith simply tucks her tail into whatever shorts or pants she is wearing, and pins her ears down with bobby pins and covers them with hair. This isn't the greatest or most creative idea, but it's worked for her so far. Meredith also has faint rosettes, resembling the spots of a leopard in certain places on her body. They start on her right shoulder, then move down and thin out until they fade away completely. They start up again at her hip, and curve around the bottom of her back. She simply plays them off as faded tattoos, but has been questioned about them before because of her young age. role player hi everyone i'm amy but sometimes i go by pheonix. i'm 15, soon to be 16 and i live in the us of a. i have been roleplaying for a few years and kind of have an obsession with anything x men. if you have any questions, just ask, i don't bite!

role play/writing sample The sun had just started to set over the horizon, the sky left in shades of pink, orange, and blue. Bayville was in for a cold night, Meredith could feel a chill in the air as she made her way through to the edge of the city. It was eerie, in a way. The day was fading quickly, and with the night came a thick cloud of fog coating the ground. It was only her third day in the city, so she wasn't sure if this was a normal occurrence or something out of the ordinary. It perked her nerves, and made her feel alive. Many of the small shops she had passed were closing down, though a few of the clubs were just now opening. Just a few more years, she thought to herself. She hadn't been having much of an issue with her feral instincts, but she could still use a drink nonetheless. Meredith kept a brisk walk, eager to reach her destination. Though there wasn't really any reason to hurry, it's not like she had any where else to be. Joe had considered trying out for a few jobs, but she hadn't found anything that much suited her needs or interests. A mouse skittered a few feet ahead of her, and she paused, grinning. Little did the mouse know, that there was a predator just a few feet away. Meredith watched an alley cat stalk it's prey slowly and pounce, and then they were gone just as abruptly as they had appeared. A giggle escaped her lips as she continued on. A few men walked by, stumbled would probably be a more accurate description, all done up in leather with tattoos and bandanas. The typical biker. One looked over and slurred a drunken insult, something about it being past her bedtime. Meredith simply laughed and continued to walk. If he only knew. At this point, the buildings and shops had started to thin out, and smell of pine and cedar was thick. She had entered a foresty type area, one that enveloped the Xavier Mansion. Meredith had overheard a few kids talking about this place early in the day, and decided to check it out. Who knew, maybe this place would be the one she had been searching for. She began to contemplate where she was going to settle down. Money wasn't an issue, she had taken plenty from her mother's little toy. She doubted he had even noticed it was gone. Shaking her thoughts clear, Meredith approached the long driveway and glanced around. The large metal gates were already opened, so she continued in. It was beautiful, the mansion, even with all of the creepy fog. It just gave the building a mysterious appeal. Her pace slowed, simply so that she could admire everything about the scene. Something about it just felt right, like her instincts were pushing her forward. It was a surprising feeling, seeing as she was usually fighting her instincts every second of every day. Soon she approached the large, glass doors. Meredith wasn't sure what to do, the building was huge. She doubted if anyone would hear her knock, but went ahead and did it anyways.

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