Real Name: Kesara Salazar
Relationship Status: Engaged
Team Affiliation: Xavier
Position at the School: Nurse
Hair: Deep brown
Other: A tattoo along the small of her back that reads ďDulcius ex AsperisĒ
Date Of Birth: December 14th, 1984
Place Of Birth: Bogota, Distrito Capital, Columbia
Citizenship: United States of America
Kesara has never been one to wear the burdens of the past. Her failures lay the road for future success as she likes to tell herself and others. Though somewhere in her heart she knows that the darkness she spread to others still lingers. Afraid that somewhere she really did enjoy the pain she caused and could still cause. That darkness is left to find its own course though, as she intends to live her life to the fullest moment. A smile on her lips, a quick remark in her breath and a nature that defies the troubles around her. Calm and collected, she bears her passion with the same touch as her compassionate nature. Ferocity mixed with feminine charm, a deep heart twined with a fiery soul is where she might be found.
Kesara would never want anyone to be bored around her afterall.
Kesara knew who her father was despite her motherís protests. She knew that the man in the photograph, buried beneath the ink stained papers and kept unframed was the one who had given her life. Felt the look in her motherís eyes every time she smiled at her or turned her face in such a fashion. Kesara knew that the man who came to visit her mother at their lavish apartment was not the man he claimed, or at least the man her mother claimed him to be. Doubt was in his eyes whenever he leaned down to kiss her forehead or presented her with a toy. For many years Kesara never understood her motherís reluctance in speaking the truth. Did not understand why her true fatherís picture could only be brought out in the darkest of nights. Many years would pass before the young girl from Columbia would understand why that picture was greeted only with tears.
The sooner revelation was what her mother did in order to keep their apartment so wonderfully decorated and keep Kesara in such a prestigious school. All things were hers to desire and request. A driver and bodyguard at the waiting as she grew to womanhood. Toys, dresses, attention and peace from the ravishments around her rested in her bedroom closest like trinkets. Never to want for anything, she grew up in a gilded cage beside her mother. Pretty song birds of a feather, Kesara grew up in the image of her mother who had charmed wealthy men throughout the country. Her education second to none, she quickly became popular with the young gentlemen of the upper class.
Unfortunately, her motherís duties and position came with her. Kesara did not mind as she first gained their attention. The men would give her gifts and affection just as she was used to holding from her father and mother. Their intentions were no mystery to her, innocence proving no veil for their acts. Subtle touches, urges for secret kisses and promises of companionship. All were taken, used and rebuffed at her leisure. Despite her games the men still game and in fact continued to stay even after the games were finished. Many times her motherís suitor would have to intervene as the men would come to her home, pleading for her favor. The near fervor that she caused in these suitors began to raise many eyebrows. Kesara thought her actions only a game, but suddenly there were serious consequences.
Kesara can look back now to recognize the effects of her power. That savory drug bleeding from her skin into the body of another caused the addiction each suffered. Every kiss in shadowed corners, hands held beneath tables and experimental caresses at a friendís party all deepened the craving they suffered. Only when the same actions appeared in her step father and mother did Kesara begin to wonder at what happened. Each began wanting to be near her all the time, finding excuses to touch or give her small kisses. That was when the realization struck her. Though she did not understand exactly what caused the effect at first, she knew the implications. Dizzy with the subtle power of manipulation, Kesara began to toy with those gathered around her in a new found way. The world lay at her feet now and with eyes wide open she could only smile at the possibilities.
Womanhood came and went while she played her games. Teased and toyed the properties of her talents so that others gave her as she wanted. Kesara remained untouchable then, at the pinnacle of her sin while gathering the gifts of all her admirers. Dreams do not last forever and nightmares often mask themselves as dreams to start. One morning she awoke to find her mother abed. The woman she had known so vibrant and full of life lay like a husk on her bed sheets. Kesara had loved her mother, more than anything else in this world. Had used her power to draw her mother closer, to relieve from her the need to lay with a man she could not stand. In so doing she had also killed the woman that had given her life. In an effort to repay that kindness, Kesara had given her the coldness of addiction. The final act she would perform was to lay her hands upon her mother to end that suffering.
Kesara has not used her powers of addiction since that day.
Name: Carolina Salazar
Major: Tactile Opiod Excretion
Kesara is able to excrete a substance through skin-to-skin contact that acts as a potent opiod. The substance is slow acting so that the effects are not immediately noticeable nor do they wear off slowly. A touch or even a small kiss is enough to deliver the equivalent of a single dose of morphine. More body contact or a larger surface area of contact may deliver a larger dose. Heightened emotions can make the substance more potent. Kesara, to her knowledge, has never released a lethal dose to a healthy human. This substance is extremely addictive. Those afflicted with the addiction have a desire to touch Kesara in order to draw the drug from her. Kesara is able to control the excretion of this drug. Currently all attempts to harvest the drug from her body have failed.
Minor: Heightened Metabolism
Due to her bodyís adaptation to the drug floating in her system and under constant production, she is able to dispose of most toxins. While this is problematic in certain situations, she is readily able to prevent the long term effects of most substances.
Minor: High Pain Threshold
Some studies have shown that an alteration in Kesaraís opiod receptors exists inside her body. This has lead to a theoretical shift in her pain threshold. To date this has not been tested at length.
Major: The addiction to the drug is very powerful and lasting. The slow release ensures that only an extended episode of detoxification can resolve the problem. Given in large enough doses or over enough time the detoxification process can be lethal. Kesara has no control over the lengths to which people will go in order to satisfy their craving. While she has used the addiction to bend people to her will, this is a far cry from control over the person. Powerful negotiation and maneuvering must be performed to manage the addicts.
Minor: The metabolism takes time and so is not a ready immunity. She will simply recover faster and be protected from long term effects. Fast acting agents still work just as well on her.
Minor: The pain threshold is theoretical and untested. Also if the continued alterations in her receptors continues this could leave to various psychological and neurological disorders.
Hobbies and Interests: She is a devout student of the nursing arts, spending much of her time conducting research to help mutants. Kesara currently holds a Masters degree in Nursing along with a Family Nurse Practionerís license. She is a published researcher in various nursing journals and medical journals for her findings with mutant healthcare.
Otherwise Kesara enjoys reading both modern and classical works, laying out on the beach, dancing, music, shopping and being with her most treasured loved ones.