Masks 2

Name: Orla Cillin

Aliases: Nope! (Princess Something or Something Princess maybe)

Date of Birth: June 22nd 2034

Place of Birth: Salem, Massachusetts

Place of Residence: MEGA-Boston
A tall multi-story complex that her mother bought a layer of on the cheap just after Wilson was born. This was later revealed to be cheap because she heard about the rooms being put on the market after a brutal murder-spree inside so... She still refuses to tell the kids which room said horrific murder happened in. Orla ended up getting a small corner room, that whilst not having a window, does have a route into the attic layer where she'd made a little secret room in, hanging up curtains to 'seal' off the rest of the attic outside of her little area. It also has a little window that was cut into the roof that doubles as a rooftop access. She prefers to sleep up there when it's raining. There are three other bedrooms currently for her three youngest brothers and parents, a bathroom, living room, kitchen, dining room, den and office. And a couple of closets. Mostly since they converted some rooms since originally the top layer was for two families, and the whole murder thing was...thorough, to the point that a lot of people currently in the building moved in at similar times to the Cillins.

Appearance: Short! And Smol! And some other S-synonym to do with size! A bit under five foot. Not much muscle or fat, looks a little waifish. Has light amber eyes, ginger/reddish hair that after some struggling and taming is kept wavy compared to frizzy as hell, and kept on the short side, around slightly-stick-outy ears, not past the neck. So many freckles, like, a lot, all over her face and arms. Quite pale, even for a ginger. Long fingers with viciously bitten nails. Has a good smile for beaming grins, but normally has a nervous or concerned natural expression, irregardless of actual emotions.

Personality: A pretty polite and quiet child. Apparently was a right screamer as a baby, well, when she could be anyway, but chilled out after her toddler days. Doesn't swear, hate's getting direct aggression or even direct attention. Has a pessimistic (or maybe realistic, this is Masks after all) streak, but finds herself a sucker for romantic movies or songs, though they're just stories. Gets surly and snarky rather than full-on angry. Likes to keep things clean and neat, well, most things. If she has easy control over something it'll tend to remain neat and tidy unless outside forces interfere. Hates horror movies or anything too extreme in stories, but is pretty comfortable with blood and stuff in real life. Bad nail biter, can't kick habits, restless leg syndrome and pen clicking incoming. Would quite like to one day be able to live by herself, have her own job and life, get a good degree, go travelling in Europe, nothing too major.

Powers, Skills, and/or Resources:

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SpoilerRapid, extreme, nigh-unstoppable regeneration and supernatural strength. To whit, the ability to heal wounds, regrow limbs, and come back from any damage, but without any ability to actually withstand the damage. So, like, if she gets say, hit by a car, it will be just as awful and gruesome as that would be, she'll just get up afterwards. The regeneration is also, clearly, horrifically, supernatural and is best pictured as similar to the growth and mutating potential of John Carpenter's The Thing. Even for minor wounds it's not like wolverine's nice low-graphics-budget-cost-healing, it's gross. Also, it all still really hurts. Even the little stuff.

As for the supernatural strength, it's both an extreme form of a body using it's entire potential, and at max, her body suddenly morphing and growing extra muscles that then proceed to shatter under the force exerted by the limbs, and then heal over the next couple of seconds. She can exert a more mundane full strength which is just like "using 100% of a bodies potential" and only doing minor internal damage, but normally, it's the horrific sudden mutation and then shattering of limbs and and gore and such. Since 100% of a sickly kids body ain't that much different.

Beyond that...Um...No, not really any skills or resources. 16 year old girl who spent a lot of her life in and out of hospital so...Fairly normal. She can play the violin pretty well and likes to boogie too. And a real good head for numbers. Like, damn.

Biography:

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SpoilerOrla was born in a GeneTech private hospital in Salem, Massachusetts. She was born a few weeks early, and kept in care for a while. When she didn't seem to be coping very well, after some days had passed, a check revealed a prenatal cardiac tumour that had been missed by earlier scans. Surgery for a month later was prepared, and went well enough seemingly, but there were side-effects. Orla was a pretty sickly little kid, prone to shortness of breath, weak immune system, thinness and short of stature, exhaustion and chest pains. So, lots of being bundled up warm and careful diets and so on, almost as exhausting as getting sick at times. Still, Orla had a large family willing to help out, and restrained from doing any of the really crazy shit most kids end up doing at least once. Well, was stopped from doing anyway.

But yeah, by sheer probability, the worse scrapes were the ones in home thankfully, nothing ever serious bar a few bad flues and such, a handful of broken bones and fractures, she went to the same school as all her siblings did, Cinoskamit High School. Never left Boston except on a family trip to New York, and a seperate trip to Salem where the grandparent's on dad's side still lived, and a few of several uncles. Apparently boys ran strong on dad's side weirdly enough. Orla was 8 when they visited New York, briefly visited a couple of dad's brothers, then 10 when visiting Salem, which was weird. A town that was balancing between self-sufficient and balancing corporate interests, some kind of Gene-tech plant that hasn't spread out much obvious influence over the area. Still, different than Boston, in people and atmosphere. Seeing the stars semi-properly, etc. It was nice. Orla still has a wand thing her grandma bought her along with a witch's hat, look hand crafted than off factory lines.

Anyway, a little after beginning high school, Orla's chest pains began to ramp up alongside fatigue, she assumed it was mostly due to high school stress, right up until she fell over coughing up blood during P:E, which did get her out of future P:E sessions, so, that was a plus. A hospital stint later revealed that her heart had regrown a tumour and only now had it reached the point that part of the tumour had been breaking off and blocking arteries, and one of them had just lodged in a lung artery. Thankfully, that clot was able to be removed as well as a few others in the process, but after discovering the tumour and giving Orla a proper look over, it was seen that other knock off effects had been happening, and that even if Orla was in a state to be able to survive a heart replacement surgery, it wouldn't fix the cascade that had begun.

Over the next couple of years, Orla was given regular medical checks, and procedures to keep blood clots down and drugs to help the symptoms and slow the tumours growth. At 16, it took another turn for the worse, no drastic events happened except for a little more blood coughing out, nothing like the original event but enough to get to the hospital and see that Orla's body was giving out, her heart was running ragged, blood pulse slow and cell count low, other bad medical stuff I don't know. Frankly the doctors considered her lucky for not having a stroke or something much earlier.

There was... some grimness, and angst, and misery, as could be expected. It wasn't a very happy time obviously. It wasn't a question of if she'd made it, but when, which was in a matter of days, maybe a couple of weeks. Speaking of, during one of the hospital nights, Orla was struggling to pass out in her room, morphine fighting against pain, staring at the ceiling, listening to the noises outside her room over the medical devices hooked up to her. Slowly, the outside sound began to bleed away, until there was just the constant beep, beep, beep beating of her heart, slowing slowly away. Blinking, she noticed blearily through the drug-haze that the outside lights had also faded, and with effort of turning her head, saw that the window showed nothing. Looking around, no light shone from the cracks of the door either. It took a long while for her brain to reach the conclusion that something weird was happening.

A feeling of pressure began to grow, like that feeling where one's ears begin to pop. A static feeling over her skin, a buzzing sensation on her tongue and an itch in her nostrils, accompanied falling lights outside. Like shooting stars against a pitch black sky, white lights tinted with wild colours were falling like rare flakes of snow caught in a silent wild wind past her window. One stood out, twirling around and around spiralling in the circumference of the window's frame, tracing out smaller and smaller circles until it stayed static under Orla's barely lucid gaze, a small part of her mind assumed she was hallucinating and was just enjoying the show.

The light began to slowly grow in intensity, blocking out the movement of the other lights, it's shine encompassing and seemingly consuming the others until the window was just a pale white. The pressure began to grow again, until all Orla could hear was her own heart-beat in her ears. And then the light and sensation blinked out, and her stomach tumbled violently as her ears finally popped and a feeling of normalcy returned. Her heart continued beating sporadically, violently in her chest, each beat painful as she tried to calm down and steady herself and recover from whatever that was. This was stymied by the lurching shadow from the side of her bed, crawling or slinking or something, out from underneath and rising up, towering impossibly over her, far taller and larger than the room should allow, and impossible to understand for Orla's frantic thoughts, shadows and depths in the form that couldn't exist or seemed to change as she stared.

It burbled something, a sound nothing organic could make, not with one mouth anyway. It sounded like words, but her mind couldn't parse meaning. After a long time, it spoke again, and this time comprehension was found, like dis-ciphering a second language. "I, want, to live." It croaked, a long, angled limb reaching slowly across a vast distance towards Orla. "Live, with I. I will, grant, bounty. Tribute, to host. Be, of I Flesh. Live."

Remotely, beneath the screaming of her conscious mind, Orla understood this was a chance, to survive her dying body. In a moment of lucid will. "I accept." She whispered, speaking her words with blood and bile rising in her throat as her heart spasmed, the heart monitor's light flashing rapidly, the sound of it muted in this scene. Eventually, the presence's limb crossed the plane of the room, and slowly, like the hand of an ancient, wizened crone, shakily touched her chest. And then in a sudden, violent and bloody rush, penetrated through her flesh, the body of the creature rapidly crossing the room, pulled by the invading limb, the impossible distance of the room closing in behind it. The core of the Thing rose above her and slammed into her screeching body, blood and fleshy gore carved out of her torso as it forced itself desperately in, ignoring It's host's cries, stray tendrils flailing about, grabbing wantingly at physicality, thrashing manically around as they were sucked in with It.

Orla's body twitched, her eyes wide as she soundlessly gasped, clawing at the bloodly bedsheets as her guest made itself comfortable. Her body slowly rised into the air, as if like a hook in her heart. Then, with a dismissive spurt, stray flecks of flesh were expunged from her gaping chest wound, small unneeded shreds of tumours and internal aberrations being torn callously out of her. Orla felt her heart being ripped open and studied, then, information gathered, consumed and replaced. Her body fell back onto her bed with a thump, still shaking violently, but calmed eventually, as it began to be stitched back together by the foreign force inhabiting it, and blackness, merciful darkness swept in.

Friends, Family, Acquiantances, Rivals, Enemies, and anybody else:
Fionna O'Neill - Mom, a cop*. Serious herself but appreciates a laugh. Likes tidiness and punctuality and the like.
Jerry Cillin - Dad, a Law professor. Has an awful problem with correcting people, and is sarcastic as hell.
Wilson Cillin - Oldest brother, 26. Also a cop*, SUPER responsible and authoritative, but can has a competitive streak and falls for challenges.
Colin Cillin - Second oldest brother and twin to Peter, 24. New Vet, works for "insert city" zoo, bought like 5 pets the moment he got his own place with Peter.
Peter Cillin - Third oldest brother and twin to Colin, 24. Accountant. Super big nerd, likes computers and maths and shit, thankfully also likes animals.
Felix Cillin - Fourth oldest brother and twin to Glen, 21. The suffering artist, went through a far-too-long edgy phase, turns out at least memorising all that poetry helped get him onto an arts and theatre course.
Glen Cillin - Fifth oldest brother and twin to Felix, 21. Movie buff, consumes all forms of media, an awful enabler to Felix's dramatic moments, collects boxes of old books and comics.
Roy Cillin - Sixth oldest brother, 19. Buff and tuff and loud, has a slight 'little man' complex as the shortest brother but not bad at heart. Likes sports and games.

Emily Marisa - Best friend. Immediate friends together since both enrolling at Cinoskamit high school. Enjoys science classes, horror movies and spicy foods.

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- A now possessed old doll of a GeneTech mascot from the private hospital Orla was born at. Wears a white lab coat and stitched-on shades. Speaks in a nasally tone normally, is a parasitic extra-dimensional being, or is a shard of some eldritch god, or an unholy abomination, he's kinda vague about it. Likes deserts and snacks, and watching tv. Is the sentient avatar of the force using Orla as a protective shell to survive in reality.

Theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QmEZzp7o8i8