Trey Wolfe

[Trey Wolfe]

Trey Wolfe

Lives in New York as a MAGIC USER*

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»Welcome to New York!

NAME:

Trey Jesse Wolfe

NICK NAMES:

Wolf

RACE:

Mage

AGE:

19

GRADE:

First Year of university

ORIENTATION:

While bisexual, she tends to find guys more attractive.

ALIGNMENT:

Neutral

POWER(S):

Teleportation; physical techniques using personal energy as her power source
Technique One: Teleportation of self: can teleport herself (and items attached to herself, such as clothes) to any location within a 50km radius (while she can increase this radius in times of great stress, her control is almost worthless at that point). Teleports to X,Y,Z coordinates with a .2 meter margain of error. She requires to have seen a location to teleport there safely - while the can teleport to a place she hasn't been, if she knows where it is, then she cannot avoid obstacles, and usually has a .5 margain of error to her 'port.
Technique Two: Teleportation of objects. This works much the same as teleporting herself, except that she isn't teleporting herself. She can teleport an object to a given location that she knows, within a 5km radius of herself, with a .5m margin of error. She cannot currently teleport items from a location to herself and has a 1.5m margain of error teleporting items to locations she doesn't know.

FACE CLAIM:

Daniela Kocianova

»Concrete Jungle's What Dreams are Made of...

EYE COLOR:

Green. Her left eye as a very milky look to it, and stares off at an odd angle; not surprising, considering she’s blind in that eye. The scar running over said eye probably helps make that clear, too.

HAIR:

Brown. Its cut short in a boy’s style, but has a fringe hanging over her left eye, to conceal its blindness and the scar. Unforunately this tends to give her somewhat of an emo appearance.

HEIGHT:

160cm

WEIGHT:

62kg

CLOTHING STYLE:

In a simple word: crossdressing.
In a somewhat more detailed description; Trey has her father’s body-build. Slim hips a girl can get away with. Broad shoulders that men can envy she cannot. It’s simply impossible to find blouses, or even women’s tees, that will fit comfortably over them. Those that can hang baggily, making her look fat and are still uncomfortably restrictive around her shoulders. It was out of necessity that Trey was forced to wear men’s shirts, even back in high school.
It may have started out as a necessity, but its grown into a habit that she’s happy to keep. She likes looking strong, likes the way she looks with suits and short hair. She binds her chest, even if it does feel uncomfortable for her decent cup size and chooses clothes that are not only from the men’s side of the department store, but also enhance the masculinity she puts forward. She does make a very good-looking man, and you’d be hard-put to find someone who can tell she’s a woman.

»Nothing you Can't Do...

FAMILY:

Dominic Wolfe, father, deceased

HOMETOWN:

Jacksonville, Florida

PERSONALITY:

Intimidating – something she probably picked up from her mafia ‘uncles’ as a child. It's not a habit Trey has honed in any way, but she combines intense expressions with a fierce attitude and inability to back down, and can quite easily come off intimidating in a variety of ways as a result. Its not always purely the scary intimidating either; she can be intimidating in how she seems untouchable, or inexplicably superior. All first impressions involving Trey involve her being intimidating to the other person in some way – and most of the time, she doesn’t even realize it.

Self-secure/self-reliant/unself-conscious. It’s most obvious in the way that Trey completely disregards gender stereotypes, but does appear in other areas as well. Using the most obvious example: she deliberately dresses like a man, and not only has hobbies and interests more akin to a guy, she acts very masculine. She pitches her voice low, uses male pronouns when speaking, walks and acts and speaks like a guy. Its not that she’s trying to be difficult, nor is she actually trying to switch her gender. Its that she simply enjoys being this way; she likes the way she dressed, is comfortable in the way she acts, and is completely indifferent to how the rest of the world views it. It slides off her like water on a ducks back, because what other people think are worth so little to her. She doesn’t care what other people think about it, or how they treat her as a result; she does what she wants to do and what feels right by her – the opinions and actions of others just. Do. Not. Matter.

Dominant – Trey takes charge, she deals with situations in the way she thinks as best, and when she’s in a group she tends to take on the leadership roles. Whether it was intentional or not. She doesn’t handle being given orders well; she’ll argue and debate until the exact reasons behind those orders meet her satisfaction. This isn’t just in work relationships either. In friendships and in relationships she tends to take the dominant role – often the more stereotypically masculine role. Even when her partner is a male. Half the time she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it; she’s just a take-lead type person. She was the damsel who needed rescuing once (and did the rescuing herself), and she never intends to be again.

Sly – something she learnt early on, Trey is pretty good at answering a question without answering it, and having the person not realize until much later. She’s good at redirecting subjects back at the other without it seeming obvious, avoiding subjects she doesn’t want to talk about and getting information she wants out of people. Its not, however, a skill she’s honed to any degree. Just one she’s developed just enough to be able to defend, but not really attack.

Unusual morals – what Trey judges as good characteristics, what she views as an unforgivable sin, what she judges as normal and acceptable behaviour… tend to deviate from the norm. Loyalty is more important than honesty, blackmail and threatening behaviour are irritants but not that bad, murder depends solely on the situation. Sex trafficking, kidnapping – and so getting those unassociated involved – and betrayal are cardinal sins. Everything else seems to be completely dependant on circumstances. On the plus side, this means if you’ve been somehow involved in a misunderstanding, she will be the first to sit down and listen to your side of the situation, and usually support you in the mantra of ‘Well, that’s not so bad. I don’t know what they’re all getting worked up about.’

PAST:

For as long as there have been people with unique abilities, there have been people who will use them for their own gain. Trey comes from a line of gifted humans – and for about four generations they have been deeply involved in the mafia. She never asked her father to clarify just what he did with them – with a power like incineration, she knew even as a little girl that she didn’t want to know. But with the generations of affiliation, and have a particularly intimidating father it meant that some of the people she knew as a child – people she addressed as ‘uncle’ or ‘aunt’ out of familiarity and asked to play games with her – are the same sort of people that other parents warned their children would steal them away if they weren’t careful. While it’s definitely had an effect on her, Trey cannot see her childhood as being anything but ordinary. She didn’t have a mother, instead being raised solely by her father – and possibly explaining the extreme masculinity to some of her habits. Despite the terror he apparently inflicted in other people, Trey only remembers him as being a doting, adoring father who raised her with love and compassion; a strong protective figure with whom there was utter safely and who was capable of anything. She was a daddy’s girl through and through.
At what point did she begin to realize how different her life was to those around her? Well, in some ways she still doesn’t see how it was different. In other ways, probably high school, when her peers began to talk about their parents jobs and their own ambitions. She’d been taught to not talk about her father’s work or her extended family, but it was only when she was thirteen or fourteen that she began to understand why. It had never been kept from her, she’d just never realized the implications. Of course, it may have also been when someone kidnapped her when she was fourteen, apparently out of revenge for her father’s doing. She managed to escape by herself – though not before she was blinded in her left eye. All she remembers was wanted to get away, far, far away. And then being in California. The whole terrifying incident – from kidnapping to calling home in tears from a pay phone overlooking a Californian beach – took only a day.
Needless to say, that was when her gift began to really shine through (ironically, this was also the time she started wearing the boy’s school uniform instead of the girls. The school handbook merely said she had to wear the uniform, never which.) She was disappointed about her gift at first; her father (and his father, or so he claimed, her grandfather had died before her birth) had such cool and strong powers. All she had was, well the ability to run really. The most classic sort of teleportation, simply disappearing in one place and reappearing in the place she chose.
Still, it was her power, and just because it wasn’t what she wanted didn’t mean she could let it go to waste. She trained; to teleport herself, to teleport objects without herself (something that’s still not her best skill), distance, to teleport places she’d never been before (and that proved to be much more prone to danger than it seemed) or only seen in pictures. It was her focus during her school years – more so than her studies –and it definitely shows. She’s honed her talent, and continues to hone it every day, though she still doesn’t think she’s ever done as well as she did that first time. She also learnt to fighting, something she never really looked into before, but after that one kidnapping attempt she felt she needed all the edge she could get. She learnt knife fighting, of all things, and took quite a charm to the butterfly knife. Her mafia associates saw probably the best potential transporter in her, and began to discuss it with her when she was sixteen. In truth it made her uneasy – the fact she’d be somehow involved in illegal activities she’d long since acknowledged, but somehow it seemed very different to think of being involved in trafficking (as opposed to bribery, protection rackets and murder). There wasn’t really any escape for her, however – four generations set a precedence that wasn’t easily avoided, doubly so when it seemed to involve disappointing the people you’d grown up with.

Shortly before Trey graduated from high school, something happened to her father. He disappeared for several weeks, before the family contacts finally worked out that, somehow, an agent had identified him as a gifted and subsequently killed him while trying to capture her father. She doesn’t know which organization the agent worked for, but her associates assure her that the agent himself had been killed as vengeance. It actually does make her feel better. It was also the first time that it really hit her that, by simply having a power, her life was in danger and that the government itself was hunting her.
Both distraught for her father and scared at the sight of her own mortality, Trey moved away from her home city and appealed to the family dom to give her a few years to get settled in her own skin. He agreed to leave her pretty much alone – “pretty much”, because she had to agree to the occasional weapons-delivery for the deal – though with many ways for her to contact them if she needed help. After all, they’ve invested too many years in training Trey, both in talent and in mentality, to lose her now.

PRESENT:

Trey moved to New York, a city so large it would be easy to simply be lost in the crowds and wander unnoticed, and applied for the university there. She’s actually majoring in mathematics at New York University, a second love of hers, and continues to cross-dress. She currently works to support herself – outside of the rare ‘bonus’ from the family job – and is living in an apartment in Queens.
And if the fact her father’s last mission was located in New York, that’s purely coincidence.

»Take Me on a Trip, I'd Like to go Someday...

LIKES:

Her father
Men’s clothes
The colour green
Knife fighting
Dumplings
Chocolate fudge
Mathematics
Physics
The ‘family’

DISLIKES:

The CIA, FBI, hunters and other anti-gifted groups
Caramel
English classes
Cooking
Abusers
Pink
Being expected to act in certain ways
People who judge her
Human trafficking

FEARS:

That it turns out the rest of the world is right, and that there’s something wrong with her for acting as she does and not caring what others think
Full blindness
Disappearing, without a trace, and no one ever finding out what happened to her

HOPES:

To graduate, end up getting a good job doing numbers, where she only takes less legal jobs on weekends
To find out who is responsible for her father’s death, and see vengeance is done

OTHER INFO:

Gifted with teleportation
Has mafia contacts that she’s currently trying to avoid
Experienced with knife fighting, but has had very few serious combats
Half blind; left eye is scarred and she cannot see out of it

»Take Me to New York, I'd Like to See LA.

NAME:

Tanith

AGE:

Twenty-two

GENDER:

female

RP EXPERIENCE:

seven or so years, on and off

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RP SAMPLE:

Trey had moved houses, but only twice before. Both times had been when she was still a child, and so it was her father who had done most of the work. In the last few years, when she’d indulged the thought of moving away on her own, he’d been a stable and reliable aid in those daydreams. Those plans were completely discarded, and the university she chose to go to was not that which had been on top of her list a year ago, nor for any reasons she would have had a year ago. Staying in this place through another emotionally draining year, with nothing but memories, was more than she thought she could stand. She didn’t remember packing being so much effort. A part of her wanted to leave everything untouched, like a shrine to her departed father, but it just wasn’t possible. Everything was wrapped as carefully as the glass wine-stemmed glasses that, or so he had told her, her mother and he had toasted each other with on their first successful date. Paper over bubble wrap, with more paper and so much tape on top, each carefully boxed and tabled for storage. And her own things, not nearly as carefully wrapped, more hazardly thrown into boxes to be taken to her new apartment.

It had taken only a week. The last had been put away, boxed into her car for her to take with her to New York today. She’d imagined that when this finally happened, her father would give her one of his big bear hugs – the ones she’d learnt to imitate and learnt that other people didn’t like – and she’d be able to spend a few more minutes wrapped in warmth and the scent of cologne, knowing that everything would be fine because she was his daughter, and if he could handle anything then so could she.
It wasn’t weak that she missed him, but it was weak that she was running and hiding. She kind of wished that the boss had confronted her on that, forced her to face that fact even if he didn’t change her decision. He’d been too understanding. Even if he’d told her she was weak, it was too understanding, “Its okay to need space. Come back when you’re ready, yeah?”. Feh, want she really wanted – wanted, but not needed – was for someone to give her a hard kick, to make her bury it all down and just get on with things.

It was hard to actually leave. Everything was packed and gone, leaving only indents in the carpet and colour variations on the walls to show there had been something there at all. She walked through the house twice, going over every spot, spent an hour or more in her father’s bedroom, which even now she fancied still smelt faintly of cologne and smoke, that eternal scent of security. She’d dashed around this house as a little girl and occasionally crashed into a wall because she was in socks and that wood hallway was varnished. She could confidently teleport here from anywhere in the city as a teenager. It was here, when she was just starting to realize that she was never going to be like other girls, that she’d built up that impenetrable armour, here she’d been reassured that it was fine to be different so long as she was who she wanted to be, here she’d come to believe all that and more.
When she closed the door, it was like closing a chapter on her life. Some people had it easy; she couldn’t go back like they could. So, with her father’s scent in her nostrils, she made a decision. Here, she was running away because she was weak. But she had a long drive ahead of her. By the time she got to New York, she’d be strong again, and she wouldn’t be running away but towards. New chapter, her chapter, started now.

Fifty minutes later, on the side of the highway, the first entry for the new chapter of her life began with ‘changing a tire’. But considering it was something she was capable of doing, perhaps that wasn’t such a bad start.

[Mr. P]

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