E P I S O D E V: LIZARD
Lizard était dans une légère confusion - voir tout le monde se transformer en ce qui ressemblait à ses parents. Eh bien, pas quelque chose à laquelle elle n'était pas habituée - le problème était quand certains d'entre eux, se sont transformés en versions plus monstrueuses et ont essayé d'attaquer les autres. Elle détestait faire cela - mais sinon, malgré combien leur situation était bizarre, cela pouvait devenir laid rapidement.
Les personnes âgées n'étaient pas les plus durables. En tant que telle, quand elle a vu le directeur aller après Rose et Tsigane - la fille reptile a tristement dû agir. "Désolé... a parlé, se lançait en avant et se claquait l'épaule dans le vigneron - pour se jeter loin des personnes âgées et de les blesser lourdement.
Elle sauta alors rapidement dans les airs, et brisa le serpent de vigne, qui se dirigeait vers Rose sous son pied. Elle s'est sentie visqueuse, mais elle l'a piétinée jusqu'à ce qu'elle cesse de bouger. "Rose...Rose...Rose...Lizard ici, je viens de côté... crois-moi," a-t-elle dit - voyant que la vieille femme paniquait. Comme sa grand-mère le faisait quand elle ne trouvait pas ses lunettes et était aveugle comme une chauve-souris.
Lizard s'est vite déplacée et l'a ramassée, lui offrant de la stabilité. Puis se déplaçant rapidement et l'évacuant dans la salle de sécurité - ou dans ce cas, la salle de moniteur. C'était probablement l'endroit le plus sûr à laquelle elle pouvait penser - ou plutôt le seul endroit, où elle pouvait simplement accrocher les portes et frapper n'importe qui qui essayerait d'entrer dans l'endroit. "Je vais vous placer ici. Je serai de retour bientôt Rose, restez calme et n'essayez pas de balancer trop cette lame... vous blesserez quelqu'un, serez de retour rapidement », a parlé Lizard, en s'assurant de se répéter et de parler d'un ton lent et élevé. Pour s'assurer qu'elle l'entende ou qu'elle le comprenne au moins.
Peu de temps après, Lizard s'enfuit rapidement pour éloigner les autres - en s'assurant d'emporter Q et Superman. "Vous avez des idées? Allez... Je ne peux pas tous vous prendre en charge par moi-même », a-t-elle dit, les transportant aussi loin des combats.
Name: Jessica Jester (Jones)
Alias: Lizard
Age: 20
Personality: Country-girl, cheerful, friendly, helpful, quirky.
Archetype: Metahuman
Powers: Water breathing, tough skin, inhuman strength.
Weaknesses: Aggression, cold, carnivore
Character Evolution: I want Jessica to be the odd one of the group, reminding them of Killer Croc. Which eventually would cause Jessica and Killer Croc to have a one-on-one fight someday. Also some kind of superhero boyfriend.
BRIEF Bio: Jessica Jones grew up in the Mississippi River Delta, being the odd girl amongst the many other bayou dwelling communities to whom the river was their way of life. Her mother, Jessy, had died in childbirth due to complications, and had been raised by her mother' parents.
That was part of what had been told to the neighbours - in truth, Jessica had been the daughter of Killer Croc aka Waylon Jones; whom had been in the area and had during a heated moment, attacked her mother. During a time, when the young female had been engaged with her own boyfriend.
The parents of her mother, had driven off Killer Croc - whom they assumed had been a large crocodile, whom had killed Jessy' boyfriend and mauled her mother badly. Her mother had been impregnated with her - yet due to the genetic trait, passed onto Jessica, that being heavy atavism - it made her have complications and died in childbirth.
While Jessica, was considered greenish almost otherwordly in appearance, equal to her father - she had been lucky. Namely her grandparents had been more kind and generous - than his childhood, considering Jessica - named after her mother, Jessy, to be their flesh-and-blood. No matter how she looked or appeared to be. Despite her atavism - Jessica remained a healthy girl. Over the years as she grew, her mother paternal' side metahuman powers started to manifest.
While her education wasn't the best one could offer - her grandparents were the more religious, and off-grid people - she was mostly home-schooled, taught how to read and write and the basics of life. What was more important, they taught her to be a good person in-general - to turn the other cheek, no matter what people said about her and always remember, that they cared about her.
Notes: Killer Croc' sired daughter, that he doesn't know exists. Raised by some old hillbillies in the bayou, in the Mississippi River Delta.
Sample Post: Jessica watched the water from the pier - as the setting sun seemed to slowly edge down over the horizon. It was almost time for dinner, only problem being they had run out of meat - and needed to go 'shopping' or that was how his grandfather liked to say. Or namely jump into the water and eat what they caught.
Jessica had a rather unique advantage - she could remain underwater for almost days on end, without any problem and was an expert swimmer. Not bothered by the gators hanging around the bayou - often times, she'd bring them for dinner, if somebody had been picking a fight with her.
"Ay'gh girl. Le's get dinner and head back - else ma' gonna have our heads, if we make it lat'e for the show," spoke Eustace, scratching his butt, holding a large plastic washing bowl.
"You got it, grandpa...be back in a minute," she spoke, jumping into the water with her clothing. Still being as green as the tall grass around them. Despite this obvious sickness - that some fancy doctor from the cities called as a skin disorder that 'should' go away in her later years.
Eustace always thought that girl was always a special case - she was stronger than he was in young and buck youth. Girl could tell the difference between a bass and pike - easily underwater. Girl had found an old gold nugget that way - allowing them to buy that TV, that Meriel liked to watch daily now. Since her ass had gotten too fat to move around much. While she looked strange, and had been called that Eustace didn't call Jessica by word - ugly. Lord knows, he wasn't much of a looker anymore. Wasn't her fault, some gator had attacked her mum and killed her daddy. Or mum dying due those blasted gator wounds months later.
Soon enough the fish started flying out of the water - namely Jessica found what she liked and threw them up towards the pier, where Eustace caught them in the washing bowl. As they soon had easily a dozen fish for Grandma' fish stew - as the girl pulled herself up and shook the water out of her green hair. That girl was certainly going to change the world - in his mind.