.002 -- Ho-hum

pixelatedsadism@aol.com — Mon, 04 May 2009 00:27:18 GMT

I think the walls in this building are made of cardboard. It doesn't help that my neighbors argue at full volume. Although it was rather enlightening. I didn't realize that 'fuckface' was the sort of insult you used during a serious argument. Look at me, expanding my vocabulary.

At least I got something out of deal.

.001 - Something wicked this way comes...

pixelatedsadism@aol.com — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 23:24:34 GMT

Can such a small island hold so many big secrets?

pixelatedsadism@aol.com — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 08:15:46 GMT

Basics

Name: Justine Dolores Gutierrez
Nicknames: J
Known Aliases: Justine Hernendez
Age: 26
Occupation: Former Heiress. Currently unemployed.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Civil Status: Single
AIM: a shady fake

Details

Height:5'8"
Weight: 125 lbs.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Wardrobe: Low key, but classy. She'll sex it up a bit for a special occasion.

Personality

Introvert/Extrovert: Extrovert
Pessimist/Optimist: Realist
Faith: ----
Phobias/Fears: Becoming a science project.
Drinks/Smokes: Both, rarely.
Positive Traits: pending
Negative Traits: pending
Strengths: pending
Weaknesses: pending

Brief Summary: PENDING

History

Family: Arnoldo Gutierrez (grandfather)
Francesa Gutierrez (grandmother)
Juan Gutierrez (father, deceased)
Annamaria Gutierrez (mother, deceased)

Brief Summary: Justine was the only child born to Francesca and Juan Gutierrez. They were killed in a car accident shortly after her third birthday, and custody fell to her grandparents. Her grandfather headed up a huge oil corporation, so they could afford another mouth to feed. Despite the family connection, Justine was mostly handled by a parade of nannies and other caretakers. She wasn't denied anything, except the simple affection of her family memebers. They weren't cold or anything. They just weren't accustomed to having a child around. She was never treated as an inconvinience, but she didn't have the attention that she truely wanted.

She made it through school without any major drama. There was a lot of minor drama. Somewhere along the way, Justine decided that she was better than everybody else. She got lots of attention for her parents being deceased, for her grandparents having lots of money...just about everything she was set her up to be one of the bitchy popular girls. When it came to hazing her peers, she had no mercy. As soon as she clawed her way to the top of the social ladder, she became relentless to hold the title. Everyone knew her as a two-faced bitch, but no one was willing to call her on it. She had the social power to crush people's reputations without batting an eyelash.

After graduation, she toyed with the idea of going to college. She could have bought her way in to whatever school she wanted. Instead, she stayed home and mooched off her grandparents for a year, playing the socialite. Eventually, they threatened to kick her out if she didn't do something with her life. So, she did enroll in school. They got her in to Brown, where she 'studied' business. Most of her time went to partying, experimenting with whatever came her way. After four years, her grandfather expressed the idea that she should take over the company in a few years, so he could retire. The idea didn't appeal to her, since it would mean that she had actual responsibility. Still, she'd have been willing to take up the reigns, if only to keep the company within the family.

Before that bomb dropped, she went on a few whirlwind vacations. One of her stops was the Isle of Palms, off the coast of South Carolina. It wasn't the most glamorous spot, but it wasn't bad. There was certainly something to be said about the men. After about a week, she pakced up and went home again. That's when things started getting weird. There was no denying that something had happened to her. There's not a lot of ways to brush off glowing balls of light that make things explode. There are even less ways to hide it. Her grandparents found out, and were extremely worried. Their first thought was to send her off to some sort of institution. Or better yet, keep her at home, and hire a posse of scientists to find out what the problem was.

Justine didn't like the sound of that. Instead, she unloaded her bank account, packed up everything she could, and ran. She spent months crisscrossing the country, trying to avoid anyone her grandparents would have sent to find her. The entire time, she tried to find out when and why this thing had happened to her. She traced it back to the vacation she took in South Carolina, and started to head in that direction. By that time, she'd already decided that what she could do was some sort of miracle. It made her better than everybody else, just like the money and her family connections. Only this was hers. Nobody else could take credit for it. She had her own power, and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to use it.

Powers

Concussive Psionic Energy -- Justine has the power to create psionic balls of energy, which she calls her "bombs". These "bombs" explode with concussive force. She can produce marble-sized "bombs" which have little concussive impact and which she uses for playing pranks. She has produced "time bombs" ranging up to the size of beach balls, which, when they explode, can smash tree trunks and even metal objects. Justine can control the amount of time between the creation of one of her "bombs" and the time it detonates. She can mentally muffle the sound of the detonation.

Lines

Best Friend: ???
Friends: Asher Lehtner,
Enemies: ???
Minions: ??????

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GUTIERREZ, Justine

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