Basic Information
Name: Brooklyne Harris
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Brook
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 5'5
Weight: 119
Appearance:
Hair Color: Flame red
Eye Color: Forest green
Ethnicity: Caramel Tanned
Physical Appearance: Brook has a frail appearance. Just like any other teenage girl. It actually makes it easier for her to fit in with humans. She's bikini fit scrawny and tanned. She has flame red hair and forest green eyes with slight freckles dotting her nose. She stands at 5'5 and is very attractive in most human male eyes but just an average girl with powers in another's.
Attire: Her usual clothing is a thin top with shorts or jeans and any pair of boots because she's so hot natured. Literally. Even in the winter she's perfectly fine.
Personality: She cares. A lot. She takes anything anyone may say about her but if it's about someone close to her you might want to be near some water. She's a very tempered girl. It's hard to make her angry but when she is, it's hard to calm her down. She hates being judged as much as she hates ice in her lemonade. She's very feisty but only when she's not too busy being worried or thinking too hard. She does that a lot. Brook is the type of person who loves to have fun. Any fun. Even if it's dangerous.
Hobbies/Interests: Skateboarding and Camping
Skills/Talents: Prized Possession: Painting
Quote(s): Most people are just dumb. But I think you may just be the biggest dumb ass ive ever met.
History/Bio: She wasn't born. She doesn't even have parents. She was created. In a lab, inside a test tube. In London. The scientist who made her, Jeremy Carlson, would probably be referred to as her father. He raised her. But out house fires she caused, and still loved her in the end. He finds a way through her sarcasm. He's her soft spot. He knows her best and has been with her since she was a new born. As she grew up she caused more trouble at school than at home. Jeremy saw her as a pretty good kid but when she got to middle school she began getting bullied. Him, knowing her, should've known she wouldn't take that shit. She cause one of the girls' dress to catch fire. After, Jeremy immediately put her in home schooling.
At 15 she began saving people and kicking ass, all starting with an old lady and her purse. From then on she was more of your sarcastic bad ass super hero.
Family: Creator: Jeremy Carlson
Relationships: Not settled yet?
Abilities: Fire, Lava, Heat (just about anything warm.) Night Vision
Power Class & Rating: (Leave Black I will assign)
Power: Brook's power, you could say, is mostly heat. She can melt things with her bare hands. Brook can shoot fire from her hands but, she only uses that to fly or in a fight. Her hair can turn into pure flames when she's pissed. Her Saliva is what her dad calls Salava. If she has any intention to spit on you she can make it like lava. It'll hurt. But, personally she thinks its gross so saves it for emergencies. Last of all, She can manipulate flames.
Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: Water can kill her. Nuff said. Splash water on her and boom. She cant even walk.
Sample Post:
I sighed in boredom. This was so stupid! Jeremy seriously grounded her for accidentally lighting Renay's car on fire. Well..maybe not an accident. But the bitch came to my hang out just to harass me. It's been years! I don't even go to her school anymore and she still bothers me. I couldn't wait until my birthday. Then he couldn't ground me like this. My hair was admitted into flames so I was attempting to cool down in my closet which, is by the way. Cold. Jeremy programmed it like a freezer for when im tempered. Mostly for his safety so, I wont catch the house on fire.
I went back to my painting. My hand shook as I attempted to not melt my paint brush. There was a knock at the door.
"Come in." I grumbled.
"Hey Brook.." Jeremy slipped in in his blue lab coat. His brown hair was tussled with little sleep. "Learned Your lesson?"
I scoffed not turning to the now open door. "If I did wouldn't I still be in school."
He chuckled then something crashed down stairs. I put down my things. "What the hell was that?" I asked my hair was calm now but now my hands were all heated up.
"A robber I think. Go handle it." Jeremy whispered backing into a corner. Wow, this guy was a major geek sometimes. He had a fire-spitting daughter and was still scared of thieves.
I made my way down the stairs silently my hands on fire now. I saw the guy in the kitchen drinking milk like it was his house or some shit.
"Aw, youre thirsty?" I asked lightly and he turned around startled. "Well, maybe you might want more after this because shit is about to get super
hot."
He began running but I used some of my lava techniques to imprison him in a corner. It immediately turned to rock.
"Having fun?" I asked. "I hope so. You are in
my house." I shrugged turning to go call the police.
"I hope you enjoyed the milk, you wont be having any for a while."