Character Name: Natalie Vulcanis
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Description Giant- Hel's name, no!
Natalie is a tall girl, her physique slim. She is about 172 cm and 56 kg. She borders between underweight and acceptable in the BMI graph. Her body, however, does not reflect this, as she is of quite average. However, her slim physique is contributed by her muscle state, where she possesses a larger amount of muscle cells, resulting in increased strength, in exchange for lack of body fat. Refer to Traits/Skills for more information. She is a C in chest size, just as an extra information (and for fun's sake, because I'm bored).
Yeah? What's wrong with my eyes?
Her eyes are heterochromic, her left being a blazing red, and her right an earthy brown. She hates it when someone refers to it. Her hair is of a dark brown, close to black, reaches straight for her elbow, and is well-conditioned, so well, in fact, that it is quite flimsy and is easily blown aside by the wind. Her lips are quite pale and thin, and her eyebrows are neatly plucked. She rarely dons any make-up. I mean, seriously, do warhammers and mascara go well together?
Personality: Anyone can easily relate to her as a cheery bluebird of hope, despite her affinity and her bloodline. She never runs out of optimism, and even when everything seems bleak, this warhammer-wielding girl is always there to perk everyone up. Because screw despondency and sadness, she has a warhammer.
She also never runs out sarcastic comments and sharp criticism either. Besides her giant warhammer, she wields her sharp words with much proficiency, stabbing anyone who would dare try and engage her in a verbal combat. She enjoys snark-to-snark combat anyway, so picking one with substantial experience will score a bit of a frenemy status with her.
God and mortal parent: Descendant of Vulcan, daughter of Maria and Paul Vulcanis
Powers**:
-Fire-summoning. Plain pyromancy, really, which is technically igniting the air around her. Small fires are infinite in usage, but the usage of further larger fires, such as a long-range ignition or literally lighting up the air around her entire physique can be quite taxing. A lack of oxygen or combustible air can also become her downfall.
-Pyrokinesis. She can douse fires that are not hers with a wave of her hand. She needs to be in close proximity to do so, and long-range will tire her out, or at the least, make her dizzy. The size of the fire she is able to put out is also indirectly proportional to her range. At close, she can douse a fire of an entire house if she pushes herself. Keyword: 'pushes'. At about 100 metres or so, she needs all her concentration to put out a small bush-fire.
Flaws:
Is it raining? It is raining, isn't it? I hate it when it's raining.
She requires the presence of combustible and dry air to use her powers. In the event of a rain, high humidity or damp conditions, she is rendered helpless in terms of powers.
Why...do I...have to run...by Vulcan damn it.
She can't run far or fast, due to her lack of stamina and speed. While she is quite slim, she is, after all, a tank, and wields a pretty darn big hammer and relies heavily on defence and heavy attacks. Anyone chasing after her would catch up in no time.
Stop...fidgeting...you hyperactive...
Due to her muscle hypertrophy (refer to below) her reflexes are slowed, and she is unable to follow up with faster movements. It's not really her fault. Scientifically, she needs to use more mental effort to get her whole muscle to respond. Even if her mind thinks fast, it still needs time to send a signal to all her muscle cells. An extra milisecond can make all the difference.
Pets: N/A
Weapon: A warhammer, complete with a flat 'hammer' end and a 'pick' end. It has the insignia of a blacksmith's hammer on the side. The smashing/pick end is extremely over-sized and the entire thing is taller than Natalie by a whole head. Natalie wields it as if it isn't heavier than a feather. It is made of Imperial Gold, true to her Roman camp.
Talents/Skills:
Abs? My apologies. That does not match any part of my physique. They don't matter anyway. Let me show you.
Unfathomable strength, which is clearly proven by her ease of use with her warhammer, a weapon which she has clearly no problem holding and swinging with one hand. While this is clearly obvious, her appearance does not reflect this. It can be assumed that she suffers, or in fact benefits from, myostatin-related muscle hypertrophy, an increase in muscle cells.
Just because I smash skulls in, doesn't mean I'm stupid.
A compulsive planner, Natalie is a gambit overlord, relying heavily on Xanatos Gambits in combat to overcome her enemy, crushing them entirely through prepared plans. If one segment fails, another gambit kicks in to overcome that, resulting in her win, no matter what. While these can be overcome, they provide a rather harsh challenge for anyone going up against her. An example would be countering a dodge with a direct punch, which WILL hurt, seeing her muscle state.
Hurt? That barely stung.
Her muscle hypertrophy also results in increased durability against physical pain, dulling pierces and slashes, and nullifying blunt damage. Unless someone hits her with the same force she uses when she swings her warhammer, she's not budging. She can still be taken down, though, since she can still sustain injuries.
RP Example*: Capture the Flag, huh? She played a computer game like this before. Couldn't be that hard. She would just stand here, by the flag, with her hammer in her hands.
A blue team leapt out of the foliage, roaring a war-cry. The hammer met his face, sending him crumpling to the ground. Natalie lifted the hammer back to her shoulder with a single hand. "Hey. Next time, don't yell. Doesn't help."
She felt a small sting on her back. Sighing, Natalie turned around, facing a blue team girl holding a bloodied sword. Her triumphant face dropped to a horrified look. "M-m-monste-"
"Oh, shut up." Natalie punched her in the face, and she hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. She turned back to the flag. "K/D 2. Not bad for a god of preventing volcanoes from exploding." She raised her hands up to the sunlight, examining her nails, then suddenly swung back down and grabbed a scrawny boy with a dagger, also a blue team, by his head. She lifted him off the ground, almost crushing his skull. She hesitated for a moment, watching him flail around, before cracking a smile and tossing him to one side, where he scrabbled to his feet and fled. Natalie looked up to the sky. "Well, that was highly entertaining. Three times within 2 minutes. Is that funny, Vulcan, ol' man?"
Biography*: Born with her muscle problem(?), she was already a strong child so it isn't much of a surprise. Her biography isn't that hard, really. She grew up pretty well, punched a few guys here and there, and torched a few stuff with home-made explosives. She was the run-of-the-mill trouble child, whom everyone loved, despite her antics.
That was, until she set fire to someone's face for mocking her inhumane strength and her eyes. He didn't come out of the ICU looking the same. That was when her parents chose to tell her her bloodline.
Well, that was funny. Natalie was disbelieving at first, laughing it off, until she was hit by a punch by her father, who, by the way, contributed to the MSTN gene causing her muscle disorder. She was 16 that time. Her father would continue to pick her up from the floor, set her on her feet and pointed her in the general direction of the Half-blood Camp. So she set off by herself, carrying nothing but some extra clothes. And she found the camp. Fate? Destiny? Whatever it was, she was here.
Notes: N/A
Subject: Natalie Vulcanis 
7/14/2012, 1:56 pm
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