Chelsea Andrews

[Chelsea Andrews]

One of these days you'll be

Chelsea Andrews

Under the covers, you'll be

Full name: Chelsea Keriann Andrews
Nickname: Chelsey, Chels, C.K.
DOB//Age: September 18, 1993//Seventeen (17)
Gender: Female
Species: Mutant
Alliance: Good

Under the table and you'll realize.

Power name: Psy Bolts
Type: Mental
Origin: Unknown
Usage Cost: With such an unstable power, it is easy for Chelsea to lose control of it, especially when experiencing an intense emotion like anger or frustration. As a result, it is just as easy for her to overdo it. Lethargy and migraines are usual occurrences when she using her power, the more she uses it the more severe the side effects. When she overdoes it, Chelsea then experiences nose – bleeds and can even fall unconscious; in EXTREME cases, seizures will also ensue.
Weakness: (yes you must have a downside to your power..... spill it)
Description: This power allows Chelsey to expel a wave of psychic energy from her body. Psy bolts acts as an offensive energy blast; hitting an object or group of objects and sending the objects flying or destroying the objects by ripping it into bits and pieces from the force of the blast. This power proves to be unstable when not used properly and control of it can easily be lost.

Power name: Synchronization
Type: Physical
Origin: Unknown
Usage Cost: Using this power takes a great deal of concentration and is mentally and physically exhausting so she usually has to rest when she is done.
Weakness: Chels finds it difficult to control powers that she has usually never used before and often loses control of the synched power.
Description: Chels is able to synchronize her X-factor with that of another mutant thus enabling her to use a chosen power of said mutant.
Limit – One power at a time.

That all of your days are numbered;

Appearance: Chelsea’s 5 feet 7 inch, 120 pounds frame is nice, toned and fit with all the right curves in all the right places. She is one of those people who can eat whatever she wants and yet never get fat. She doesn’t exactly exercise but being on the run from the government can probably count as a form of an exercise regime. Her skin has a natural glow to it perhaps from the strict 8 glasses of water a day regime. Her oval face is framed by just below–the–shoulder, chocolate brown, sultry tresses that contain hints of caramel and hazelnut highlights and lowlights. She has stunning, alluring, hazel, almond - shaped eyes; at first glance, they appear to be of a brown/gold colour but if you look closely or if she is in sunlight, the usually hidden traces of green hue are revealed. For people who know her, these eyes tell you a lot about how she is feeling and what is going on with her.

Chels does not freak out over clothes as much as some other girls would but she does like do look nice. She doesn't have a set style and most definitely does not follow fashion trends; in fact her choice of clothing is very diverse. The only pattern she has ever had in picking out clothes is buying whatever style, colour, etc. that she thinks looks good on her. Her clothes are sexy in that they accentuate her figure nicely but they are not revealing. She is a firm believer that you should leave something to the imagination and not just let it all hang out for the world to see. As a result of this, she has been accused, more than once, of being a tease.

Finally, Chelsea has a heart – shaped birthmark on her right hip. Only a select few know of this mark for even in a bikini it is at least partially obscured. She also has a jagged scar on her lower back from when she fell onto some rusty barbed wire when she was younger.


Personality: Chelsey is a strong, independent, spitfire type of girl. Who she is as a person is mostly based on her what her life has been like. Her childhood wasn’t the worst but it wasn’t ideal either and calling it even okay would be a stretch. She had to grow up at a young age and become thick - skinned to survive. The rose - coloured glasses that most young children see the world through were removed from her eyes from early. She is a survivor having had lived through some of the worst of times.

Chels is generally a nice person with an open mind and kind heart. However, she is in no way a push over. She doesn't take crap from anyone and does not let anyone stand in her way. She goes after what she wants and will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals though she isn’t at all ruthless and would never unnecessarily hurt another person. She has a strong work ethic and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty as she believes in the value of hard work. She is a very intelligent young woman and her quick – thinking mind has helped her to get out of some rather nasty situations.

Having been betrayed by her own father, she doesn’t trust people easily, if at all. Her experience has been that trusting people can be a complete and utter waste of time since there is always a good chance that they’ll just take advantage. She doesn’t depend on anyone and never intends to as her independence and self – sufficiency are two of her most treasured possessions. She equates letting someone in with making herself vulnerable and she would die before ever letting herself appear let alone actually become weak or vulnerable in anyway. She also keeps people at a distance not only because of her fear of being betrayed but also because of what happened to her mother.

History: Reid Andrews and Annette Celise met through their mutual jobs at the One Heart Pharmaceutical Company. Micheal was the C.E.O. of the infamous company and Annette was one of the research scientists that the company employed. Even though Reid was in all essentials her boss, the two dated for a while and developed a strong relationship. After a year of steady dating, Mike finally popped the question and shortly afterwards they were wed on a hilltop in late May. Six months after their wedding, Annette became pregnant and on the sunny day of September 18th gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. At the time the company was looking at further expansion so as soon as little Chelsea was old enough to fly, the small family relocated so that Reid could supervise the construction and then head the new branch. Annette quit her job at Reid's suggestion and became a stay – at – home mom, after all she wasn't the most strong – willed person in the world and her own mother hadn't been the best role model.

For years everything seemed to be going perfectly, they were all living the fairy tale of the ideal American family until that one fateful day, not long after Chelsea’s tenth birthday, that revealed that Annette and Reid's daughter was a little more special than they had bargained for. Reid who was always taught that everything had to be perfect did not want a freak for a daughter. He immediately pulled the young girl out of school before anyone else discovered the secret and then privately hired the best doctor's in the world to find a cure for her “defect”. Young Chelsey's home became a prison. She was confined to a wing of the mansion where they lived that was separate from the family quarters and varying tests were carried out on her each day. She wasn't completely neglected, her parents visited her weekly but she could always sense their fear of her during those visits and their relief when they were over. She was provided with everything she needed and her father even hired a tutor for her so that she could continue her studies and her own personal maid but to the outside world, Chelsea no longer existed. Friends who initially asked about her sudden disappearance were told that the girl had become dreadfully sick and had to be sent abroad to be treated. This was the young girl's life for three years but it was all to no avail. There was no sign that her strange ability was going anywhere instead it seemed to be growing.

Anyone in Chelsey’s position would have hated it and she can’t be blamed for having developed a deep anger and resentment towards her parents, the power that had started the whole mess and even herself. Chels kept these emotions bottled up inside, hoping that if she was good enough her parents would love her again despite her defect, but doing this was the worst thing that she could have done. One day when her mother and father were paying her their usual weekly visit a stranger was with them. Maia knew something was up because they seemed anxious and almost fearful, she had always been an observant child. It was revealed that the unfamiliar young man was from the government and that he wanted to take her to a place where she could be with others like her. Maia wasn't exactly being given the choice as to whether or not she wanted to go she soon discovered, for her parents had already signed the papers and turned her over to whatever institution she was being sent to. They had jumped on the idea where they no longer had to deal with some sort of freak that would ruin the image of the perfection they strived to maintain. Like his father, to Reid image and money were the two most important things in the world to him and Annette was too weak of a person to object and also she had become too used to being taken care of to risk having to start over on her own. Also, apparently her mother was pregnant again and Maia was told that they didn't want to risk having their new baby being infected with Maia's affliction. She was told that it was all for the best and that she would understand when she was older. Despite what they said, what Chels understood was that she was being replaced.

A rage like none that she had ever felt before, rose up in Chelsea as if fire was burning through her veins. All the anger, sadness and resentment that she had felt and hidden for so long finally breached the walls that she had erected and came forth. Chels was consumed by it all and lost control. It all happened so fast, to this day she can’t remember exactly what occurred. Waves of psychic energy had erupted from the young girl in response to her anguish. She must have passed out at some point because Chels remembered opening her eyes and finding herself on the floor, amidst utter destruction. The wallpaper was shredded, they were large cracks in the walls and ceiling, windows shattered and floorboards uprooted; the room had been demolished. However, the ruined room was not the true devastation that she had wrought. As Chelsea had slowly struggled up from the floor, a horrible migraine pounding behind her eyes, she had caught sight of the true horror. Her father was cradling her mother, shaking it and desperately calling her name. Chelsea had never seen her father lose control like he clearly had now. The young girl had taken a couple steps towards her parents though some part of her mind was screaming now. It took only five steps for her to be close enough to see the blank, blood – strewn face of her mother, the blue sightless eyes of Annette Andrews stared back at her. The sight of her mother’s corpse sent Chelsey into a state of shock; she didn’t even hear, see or feel as the government agent, who had been hiding in a corner, tackled her to the floor from behind and injected her with a strong sedative. Chels was taken away from the only home she had ever known. The young girl woke up in a cold, dank cell in a facility where she was to live from now on, though the life of a lab rat isn’t much of a life at all.

It is four years later and Chelsea, after many failed attempts, recaptures and subsequent punishments, has finally managed to escape the dreadful place that is truly hell on earth. Rumours had circulated for years about a place where her kind could be safe, where they didn’t have to live in fear and could be free, a true sanctuary. This safe haven is what Chelsea now seeks and she is determined to find it or die trying.

All of them one to one hundred.

Likes: Her Independence, Learning new things, Full Moons, Sunsets at the beach, Swimming, Movies, CHOCOLATE!!!
Dislikes: Showing Weakness or Vulnerability, Feeling Helpless or out of control, Betrayal, Judgemental/Pretentious people, People who try to take advantage of others, Medicine, Any type of bug, All types of meat, except for chicken, Bananas
Life's Ambition: To perfect her control and never have to risk hurting anyone around her ever again; Becoming and OB/GYN.
Crippling Fear: Losing control and hurting someone or worse.
Greatest Secret: Chelsey is secretly afraid of ending up alone for the rest of her life which is likely to happen for she does not know how to bring down the walls she has built to keep everyone at a distance so that they are never close enough to hurt her.
Quirks: At times she spontaneously starts to count every step she takes when walking
Hobbies: Reading, writing, surfing the net
Profession: N/A

All of them millions.

Psychological Condition: Sane
Moral Code: She isn’t sure what hers is as yet
Social Issues: Given how connected her primary power is to her emotions and how dangerous her power can be, Chelsea keeps to herself and pushes everyone away
Other Issues: She has a fairly quick temper which is lost often considering the fact that she is suspicious of basically everyone, just waiting for them to betray her
Public Behavior: Loner
Languages: Just english
Mode of Transport: N/A
Favorite Sayings:
Motto:

All of them trillions.

Alias: Liah
Age: 19 next month
Contact: E-mail or pm
Code: SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICESPIALIDOCIOUS

Her eyes opened slowly as she left the comfort and security of her sub - conscious where she was in control and re - entered reality where the cruel hand of fate ruled and seemed to want to cause nothing but pain and strife. The dream she had just awoken from was the same as always when she was in this place; a dream that revealed the longings of her very soul.

'Three times now.' she thought staring up at the high ceiling above her, 'Hope Felicity didn't worry too much'

As the joy she had felt moments before as she dreamt ebbed away, the young, dark – haired girl sat up cross legged on the soft bed where she lay and surveyed the familiar room around her. The walls of the room were white washed completely devoid of colour. The only furniture in the room was the bed on which she sat and a small couch off to the other side of the room that faced a stand on which stood a flat screen television and a DVD Player with stacks of various DVDs standing beside it. Other than that the large room was bare unless you counted the medical equipment. Heart monitor, CT machine, Brain Wave monitor, Respirator, IV stands and a desk laden with bandages and syringes of different sizes occupied the space next to her bed. A wooden door was set into the wall adjacent to where she sat and led into a small bathroom.

Maia sighed. She really did hate the seclusion and isolation but she knew it was necessary for both her well – being and the well – being of those around her so she didn't complain; after all it was her own doing that had once again brought her to the place. Shaking back the sleeve of the plain blue pyjamas that had been provided for her; she looked at the silver and gold wrist watch that adorned her wrist to check the time and drew small comfort. Her time here was almost up. She had just been about to get up and head to the bathroom when she heard the elaborate, electromagnetic lock on the almost invisible white door facing her from the other side of the room click open. She immediately looked over as a tall, young man in a lab coat entered the room, holding a clipboard on which he was reading something.

So what are you gonna do with them all?

Application has been made by the fantastic ASH! Steal it or take it without asking or changing my code and I will hunt you down with barbecue sauce and my trusty fork. Song used is Live Like You’re Dying by Lenka.