"The Mouth" Real Name:
XavierPosition at the School:
Slender and awkwardly gangled, like she got starved then run through a taffy puller. Has a tendency to go barefoot most of the time and wear clothing that breathes easily. Date Of Birth:
June 17th, 1983Place Of Birth:
San Diego, CaliforniaCitizenship:
Ellie exudes a warm confidence in both herself and those she meets, her easy smile and twinkling eyes always inviting anyone and everyone to say their fill. She's the type of person who'd strike up a conversation with you on the subway or just walking on the street, seemingly oblivious to the concepts of personal space. Hardly one to pry into personal business, she's nevertheless exactly the kind of individual that most folks wind up opening up to. Ellie isn't a counselor by any stretch of the imagination, but sometimes help comes from the unlikeliest of places.Background:
Ellie was born to a single father, a much beloved English professor at the University of San Diego. She never knew her mother, and though curiosity strikes now and again that is one loose end that she does not expect to ever see tied up. It wasn't something her Old Man seemed much inclined to talk about, as if the mystery woman's fate was less important to him than the bundle of joy that she left in his care.
Though Derrick's flexible work hours gave him ample time to spend with his daughter, their relationship was not without its ups and downs. She was a rough and tumble kind of kid, always coming home with roughed up elbows and pants with the knees worn out and a fresh coat of dust and dirt everywhere in between. Ellie was the sort to be just as at ease trying on clothes with the girls of the neighborhood as she was playing mock-rugby with the boys, and at that early age gender roles didn't seem to matter one lick to her. Her father eventually gave up trying to be obsessively protective of her once it became clear she could handle herself, but in a city like San Diego the nagging worry never quite managed to fade. It would be a point of contention between them all through her teenage years, but it was never so much of an obstacle that they couldn't simply enjoy one another's company in the city park, or discussing a book they loved, or just running up and down the sidewalk in the rain.
It was at the age of fourteen that Ellie and her father first began noting the peculiarities, foremost among them being her almost insatiable appetite. There was hardly a moment of the day when she wasn't snacking on something or another, whether it be nibbling on a strip of jerky or scarfing down a few double cheeseburgers from the local diner and washing it down with a side of hash browns and a stack of pancakes. Her female friends were all too quick to note how she never seemed to gain a single pound in spite of all the food she was packing away at every meal, unable to hide the hint of bitter jealousy that can't help but bubble up from time to time whenever a woman's figure is called into question.
Though her father preferred to just ignore the signs, she also had about as active a sexual life as was healthy for a girl of her age, her kindness and balance of masculine and feminine sensibilities proving quite the formidable combination. Nothing ever seemed to last long, but many a friendship of hers was born amidst sweaty sheets and tangled bodies.
It wasn't until the age of seventeen that Ellie's latent mutant powers finally manifested, and the normal life she had planned to lead shattered forever. Coming home from school one late afternoon with a terrible hungering gnawing at her emaciated stomach, she nearly demolished the kitchen in her attempt to devour every single scrap of food she could manage to find. From the bottle of cooking oil to the package of muffins on the counter, the still-frozen pizzas in the fridge or the sack of flour in the pantry, everything was forced down her burning throat into the cavernous space that seemed to be expanding with every passing second.
That's when her father came in from his midday classes, his bags thumping to the floor at the bewildering sight that greeted him. The rancid stench of burnt hair and linoleum choked the room, the girl curled up on the floor only barely registering the acidic effluence sloughing off her flesh in waves. All at once she could feel her body growing, her head bloating into an obscene caricature of a human being with a too-wide mouth lined with endless rows of chomping incisors, looming over the pallid man at the door, his quivering voice muted over the hiss of vapor in the air.
And then, it was over. A pair of bloody shoes slowly melted away in a pool of yellow ichor, the only thing that remained of a loving, devoted father.
Ellie ran for years after that, moving through the world as if in a suffocating fog. She hitchhiked across the country, never taking up permanent residence anywhere for fear of harming another innocent. She subsisted on whatever scraps she could find, discovering with some disgust that even garbage could satiate her now, metals and meat alike dissolving easily when exposed to her putrid bile. The Otherness, that all-consuming hunger she named "The Mouth" was never again allowed to manifest itself in the company of others, but no matter how much she denied its existence she could feel that base urge every time her stomach growled with need.
Discovering the existence of the Xavier Institute was like a calling from on high. It was a place where she could work in relative peace, perhaps amongst those who could understand the sort of trauma she had experienced. The years have done much to mellow her, but a bit of real peace is something she's been searching for for quite some time.
Unknown (Presumed Mutant)
- Ellie also has a number of cousins, uncles, and aunts residing in Louisiana, but has never been able to work up the courage to visit them.
Ellie possesses a most singular and horrific ability. Her epidermal layer can, in times of extreme duress, hunger, or deep concentration, produce an extremely potent acidic concoction capable of eating its way through most known materials. The liquid is bio-degradable and apparently non-toxic, but extreme control is necessary to avoid producing any excess that might damage the surrounding area.
Though it can be excreted in a coating around her body, it is most commonly expelled from mouth-like orifices that are capable of manifesting on nearly any part of her body. The acid and mild shapeshifting seem to be intrinsically linked to one another; the more acid that is produced, the greater and more disfiguring the physical changes typically become.Power Limitations:Major:
Producing acid for any extended period of time (such as during a fight) burns calories at an alarming rate, with several minutes of use easily equaling a fairly rigorous workout. Unless she consumes raw material, she runs the risk of passing out or having the glands under skin run dry. Starvation is a very
large threat to her during combat.Hobbies and Interests:
OOC Ons and Offs:
- Ellie has more than a passing interest in gardening, which is primarily why she was attracted to the position of Groundskeeper. The campus of the Xavier Institute is an absolute paradise compared to some of the dives she frequented during the past decade, and she seems fully committing to cultivating its many gardens and topiaries as best she can.
- As should probably be obvious, she also enjoys cooking quite a bit. While she can technically eat just about anything and gain nourishment from it, she tends to prefer actual food over stray cans or or cigarette butts. Littering within sight of her is ill advised, to say the least.
- Her father fostered a love of reading in his little girl right from the very beginning, encouraging her to explore a variety of works from authors both famous, infamous, and virtually unknown. Though she hasn't had the luxury of time and library access in many years, there's nothing quite as wonderfully enriching and nostalgic to her as curling up in the shade with a good book. Though she has dual interest in science fiction and the classics, Ellie also has a bit of a guilty pleasure when it comes to trashy romance novels-which she sometimes attempts to write in her spare time when she's absolutely sure no one is looking.
There's very little that weirds me out, as I typically have a very open mind. However, do shoot me a message to clarify things if you're uncertain about how I might react. I promise I don't bite! Well, not unless you want me to, anyway.
Ellie will accept advances from either gender, and her own interests are only as vanilla as the person she happens to be with at the time. She has quite a flexible personality, even if the idea of relationships gets her a little skittish at times.