Post by Red X on Jul 22, 2008 22:26:31 GMT
The Basics
Name: Victoria (Tori) Menville
Alias: Red X
Age: Teen (so 16?)
Type: Xenothium-enhanced human, martial arts specialist, xenothium-powered suit with gadgets
Gender: Female (surprise!)
Location: Jump City is home, but she’ll go wherever’s interesting
Height: 5’8
Weight: Not telling you, that’s fo sho.
Relations
Lover: None.
Crush: None.
Past Fling: None.
Current Fling: None. Wow, her social life sucks.
Liniage
Grandmother: They’re all dead, does it really matter?
Grandfather: Ditto here.
Mom: Rebekah Mitsotakis (divorced)
Dad: Maddox Menville
Siblings: None.
Aunts: None.
Uncles: Nick Mitsotakis (mother’s side)
Cousins: None.
Personality
Even as a normal high school girl, Tori can’t be summed up in one word. With friends, she’s outgoing, crude, trusting, gullible, talkative and playful. At the same time, she’s constantly watching them as a mother hen would her chicks, warning them of their actions and attempting to prevent anything that she could avoid. Around strangers, she’s shy and reserved, quiet and keeping her head low, a shy bookworm in new environments. She’s a social butterfly, getting along with anyone she finds interesting, but never needing to cling to anyone just for the sake of not being alone. On the contrary, she loves being alone, where she can let her creative side flow-writing and reading, as opposed to the mathematics and sciences forced upon her. From an early age, she was considered ‘gifted’, and thus her parents made sure they gave her as much of a head start and as much knowledge as they could. Because of this, she can seem aloof and standoffish, until people become familiar with her and realize half the time she honestly doesn’t care one way or another. Quick to back-out of an argument and resolve conflict, her trust is something easily gained but she has no problems stabbing others in the back and deftly manipulating others, a sweet nature about her that shouldn’t allow this side, but dangerously does. Lying is like breathing to her, it’s natural, she has nothing against it and finds it makes life run a lot smoother. Ignorance is bliss, after all, and she prefers people to be ignorant-the world is ugly enough, let alone what she has to hide.
That would be her Red X side. Naturally, she can’t run around yelling or bragging (not that either are in her personality) that she’s Red X. Weaving a net of lies around her identity, she has either become a different person or an edgier side of herself. She’s in a world without limits-literally anything she wants, she can do. Ruling the world has no interest-too much work-and she solely wants to benefit herself. The timid, gentle side of her disappears, the side that wants no one to dislike her and therefore be useless or an aggravation to her. She becomes aggressive, competitive, sarcastic and daring. She’s out to get what she wants, manipulation by day, thievery by night.
History
Maddox and Rebekah, happily married for four years, finally managed to have a child. Victoria Maddox was beautiful, brilliant, and kind, excelling in school and charming the hearts of whoever she met. Her parents quickly discovered she was ‘gifted’, and taught her everything they could-from academics to athletics. They sent her to the best schools, gave her the best tools, doing everything in their power to enable their only child. As she grew, she became less adorable and more stunning, folding into herself more. There was teasing-her friends were nerds, and she had no problem with that, but she closed into herself to protect herself. Her mother, quickly frustrated, soon seemed to give up on her daughter, flickering between passive-aggressive fits of rage to unparalleled love, then burying herself in her work. She was an investor, bringing in most of the money in the family, even more so as Tori and Rebekah fought more and more. Maddox was caught in the middle, naturally favored by Tori, and conflicted by his wife’s changing behavior. Their relationship became rocky and distant, eventually leading to an affair by Rebekah, effectively ending their relationship.
The divorce wasn’t hard on Tori. In all honesty, she saw it coming, and knew it was needed. Yes, it was emotional, and yes, she had conflictions and problems-but in the end, she decided to live with her father, moving as far away from her mother as possible. Her mother stayed with her companies in Federal City, while Maddox and Tori moved to Jump to an opening branch of Wayne Enterprises, he being a brilliant engineer in weapons development.
They settled. Tori made friends. She adjusted to her school. She soon loved it, although her father’s job was even more demanding than his last one at the DEO (Department of Extranormal Operations). Finding herself with even more alone time, she spent more time with friends, meeting new people she never thought she’d bother talking to before. They began to tease her-gently, at first, before turning into passive aggressive manipulation. She still took her Honors and AP classes, succeeding and skyrocketing to the top, and she fought back passively, making claims that weren’t directly true, but weren’t lies either, eventually going into full-on lies about how she could steal the infamous Red X suit. So they dared her. Told her to prove it. At first, she laughed it off, but then she thought about it. Well, why not?
She planned. Her father had always been open about her questions, and she just planted the right ones. She was the good girl, the book worm, just curious. She had no use for this information. He gave it to her, showing her files, all the while commenting that she “didn’t need to tell anyone about this”. She promised she wouldn’t, and she never did. There was no reason to tell anyone else. Eventually able to find access into the files even he wouldn’t let her see, and questions she didn’t dare ask, she had it. How she could get in untouched, unseen. Out would be another story, but she’d have a suit by then. The DEO was occasionally helpful, at least when you weren’t a metahuman.
Her identity was what she was most worried about, for herself and for her father. Red X had first been seen as a guy, and she figured she would keep it that way. No one would link the oh-so-feminine girl to Red X, not to mention they wouldn't underestimate her for being a girl. The mask would shield her delicately-featured face, and she could bind herself down to fit. With specialized padding in all the right places, sliding the suit on overtop, she looked no different than a man. She moved in. Got the suit. Slid it on. Got out. And she found it addicting-the sheer power rushing through her veins, the xenothium pulsing against her skin, enhancing her. However, the suit wasn’t made for her-it was made for Robin, a boy, let alone the rest of the differences between them. The xenothium began to effect her body chemistry, making her stronger, better, faster, but also becoming addicting. It became she needed the suit as much as it needed her, becoming the closet thing humanity had to symbiotic armor, especially as she blurred the lines between the technology and her body, having it connect into her very nerves, her body, pushing it farther than any sane person would ever dare.
At that point, her father found out-the xenothium changed her mind, and soon it became as she needed xenothium outside the suit, it changed her physical appearance as well. Her veins were more prominent, the veins in her eyes were red and leaking through her irises around her pupils, her senses sparking, so enhanced it was hard for her to changed her focus from what interested her-everything was so bright, so vibrant. He saw it all happening, and began to help. It was too late to stop her, or fix her. She needed the suit to live, it filtered the xenothium, allowing use for her body without dying as she should. He even began to improve it, if anything become more obsessed with the technology than she did, facinated at how it worked, while at the same time keeping a totally blind eye that she test subject was actually his own daughter.
They made her costume became more guy-like, the mask utterly changing her voice, more and more she wore the suit. It even began to adjust to how she wanted it to look, keeping up the illusion, technology from Wayne Enterprises adjusted and modified, to be untraceable and improved, almost to inhuman standards, nothing the company would have allowed in the first place. In the end, it all became fun and games for her, the greed quickly moving aside. All she wanted in truth was xenothium, but everything else she did because she could. To challenge herself, to see how good she really was, and watch how the world thought of her. When she got Valentines Day cards from major villiannesses, who shall remained nameless, she figured she was doing well and all she had to do was go up.
As for her friends?
She lied.
She told them she couldn't get the suit.
They didn't blame her.
And they're none the wiser.
Pictures
By me:
Maybe later.
By Others:
By MegaGeekSerious on DeviantArt. I don't own it at all, in any way shape or form.
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