Character Name: Christine Parker
Alternate Identities: Chrissy, Emote
Player Name: NPC
|Hair Color:||Golden Blonde|
|Eye Color:||Sea Blue||Height:||5' 5"|
|Christine is an extremely beautiful girl of fifteen with deep sea blue eyes and long golden blonde hair. Of all the students at the Academy, Chrissy sets the standards for 'preppy' dress and her two friends will dress to copy her but never to exceed her.|
The blonde-haired, blue-eyed five year-old stamped her tiny foot in
frustration when her new classman, a boy named Tommy Jackson, refused to
let her have the new box of crayons. At the disturbance the teacher, a
sweet-natured young woman only two years out of college, swooped in to
mediate the problem.
“Chrissie, Tommy had them first,” she said soothingly. “I am sure you can use them when he is finished with his picture.”
“They’ll be all broke up!” the little girl said petulantly pulling away as the teacher tried to stroke her hair.
Crossing her arms over her chest the child stomped over to a pair of girls who had been watching, wide-eyed. Glaring down at them she held out a hand.
“Gimme your crayons,” she demanded.
Without hesitation both girls offered up their respective boxes and to the watching teacher’s surprise the little blonde suddenly smiled warmly and sat between the two. She never actually took the crayons but instead the three shared the two boxes and even added things to a single drawing they worked on in perfect harmony.
“I’m Chrissie,” the blonde girl offered as she colored in the green of the grass.
“I’m Shay,” the first said. She was darker complexioned than her companions, not Hispanic but definitely Mediterranean, with black hair and brown eyes.
“I’m Laurie,” said the other, a red-head with green eyes and pale Irish skin.
“We are gonna be friends forever,” Chrissie announced.
Even as a five year old, Chrissie Parker knew how to manipulate people and her new friends Shay and Laurie were no exception. Though she was selfish and demanding, she always seemed to know where the line was and never stepped across it, never made either of her friend upset with her. It was that awareness that kept her from becoming a monster once she reached puberty and her powers manifested.
The three sat in the middle of Laurie’s bed facing each other, their heads almost touching. Chrissie was vibrating with an excitement neither of her friends had seen before. She looked at each conspiratorially, a look they were familiar with. Chrissie was up to something. Leaning back and shoving her hand into the front pocket of her jeans she pulled out a closed fist and held it out to them.
“I made my mom give me this,” she said dramatically and opened her hand to reveal a crumpled $100 bill.
Both girls’ mouths dropped open.
“Why?” said Laurie.
“How?” said Shay.
“I dunno,” Chrissie shrugged. “I just said ‘I want a hundred dollars for a pair of jeans’ and she gave it to me.”
They were thirteen and all lived within a few blocks of each other on a street called Prestwick in Concord, California. It was a suburban development completed some time in the ‘60s that had managed to maintain its original flavor despite the explosion of growth all around it. The area sported the elementary school the three had attended, Holbrook Elementary and their junior high, Glenbrook. There was a convenient park, a community pool, a small strip mall and the usual fast food chains all within walking distance. It was very middle class but $100 was more than any of them would have ever expected to be handed over by a parent, not without serious begging or arguing. Not even Chrissie could have expected that.
“What are you gonna get with it?” Shay asked.
“Jeans?” Laurie suggested.
For a long minute Chrissie looked puzzled.
“I don’t know . . .” she said frowning. “I know we really can’t afford for me to spend it on jeans.”
“But your mom gave it to you when you ask!” Shay pointed out.
Chrissie shook her head, long blonde hair bouncing.
“It was too easy,” she said.
“Maybe you got powers!” Laurie giggled. “Like a superhero!”
“Nobody I know has any powers,” Shay snorted.
But Chrissie was quiet, then she scanned the room, her eyes lighting on Laurie’s new iPod Touch.
“Laurie, can I have you iPod?” she said, watching her friend intently.
“Sure!” Laurie said and almost bounced off the bed to grab the device from her dresser. Without hesitation she handed it over to Chrissie under the stunned gaze of Shay.
“But you LOVE at iPod!” Shay gasped.
Laurie blinked, lines furrowed between her eyes and she yanked her hand, and the iPod, back. Clutching the thing to her chest she scowled at Chrissie.
“Why did I do that?” she demanded.
Chrissie eyes went wide, Shay’s mouth dropped open.
“You DO have powers!” Laurie whispered.
The trio froze as realization sank in, then without a sign from either, Shay and Laurie jumped Chrissie and pinned her to the bed.
“You EVER do that to either of us again,” Laurie hissed.
“We’ll TICKLE YOU forever!” Shay began poking Chrissie unmercifully.
Sheepishly Chrissie came up behind her mother as she sliced tomatoes for a salad.
“Mom,” she said.
Her mother turned and there was a look of worry clouding her face.
“What is it, sweetie,” her mother said.
“Mom, what’s wrong?”
Her mother shrugged “Nothing you need to worry about,” she replied.
Chrissie slowly held out the $100 bill and her mother took a quick breath.
“You found it!” her mother said with relief. She kissed her daughter on the forehead as she took the bill. “Thank you, honey. I was so worried I’d lost it! Where’d you find it?”
Chrissie hesitated, considering her options then said “On the lawn.”
People never seemed to remember when Chrissie ‘nudged’ them toward something she wanted, unless someone else was able to remind them, like Shay had Laurie. This made Chrissie very careful about using her new powers when someone else was around. After the episode with the money and her mother, she made it a rule never to do something like that with her friends or family and she knew it would have been wrong to try to influence the clerk at Jack-in-the-Box. It didn’t mean, however, that people like Valerie Brown, school bully, were off limits.
When Chrissie had seen Tommy Jackson on the first day of the new school year, she’d realized just how cute he’d become over the summer but he only had eyes for Valerie and Chrissie hated it. For months she suffered in silence, accepted the snide and sometimes cruel remarks from the other girl, but when she found she had power . . .
“You’re a bitch!” Tommy Jackson growled at Valerie.
Chrissie, Laurie and Shay had been approaching the pair on their way to lunch when Valerie suddenly stepped up and grabbed Chrissie by the arm, her nailed digging into skin. The pain focused
Chrissie and without hesitation she commanded Valerie to slap her.
It was a shock, having never been hit and her hand flew to her cheek. Tommy stood wide-eyed, staring at Valerie then Chrissie ‘nudged’ him.
“You’re a BITCH!” he said again, shouldering Valerie aside to get to Chrissie.
Tears flowed down her cheeks, real ones, the slap had hurt but Tommy only had eyes for her right then.
“You okay,” he said softly.
She didn’t see Shay step between her and Valerie and the other girl brought up a fist. Laurie was there too, presenting a wall between the irate girl and their friend.
“I’ll get you for this,” Valerie hissed between clenched teeth and turned to stalk away.
From there it was easy. Tommy accompanied Chrissie and her friends to the Taco Bell that evening and even bought their dinners. At first, Shay and Laurie worried about what might be Tommy’s idea and what might be Chrissie’s but over the next few days things seemed to settle into a routine. Tommy never showed any sign of being ‘nudged’ and both girls ceased to be concerned, but they did make a point to buy their own food.
The next time Chrissie saw Valerie, she was walking home from Shay’s just after dark and the sudden rush from behind a bush didn’t register until the other girl slammed her to the ground. All Chrissie managed to do was get her hands up over her face before the other girl started a flurry of punches.
‘Don’t hit me, don’t hit me’ thoughts echoed in her head as she tried to recover from the attack then the other girl was crying as her fist connected with the curb next to Chrissie’s head. Bones cracked and suddenly the weight was off her chest. Chrissie crabbed away from the other girl until she could come to her feet, then she turned and ran home as fast as she could.
Valerie came in to school a few days later, both hands encased in plaster, and spent the day glaring at Chrissie who naturally had told Laurie and Shay about the incident.
“What did you do to her,” Shay whispered to Chrissie as they passed through the malevolent stare of Valerie.
“Nothing!” Chrissie said, “I swear!”
“How’d she break her hands then?” Laurie asked.
“She hit the curb and the street!” Chrissie told them. “I was too busy thinking ‘don’t hit me’!”
“It worked,” Shay smirked.
Chrissie stopped suddenly.
“Yeah, I guess it did!”
The last time Chrissie saw Valerie was during the closing weeks of the eighth grade. By that time she’d become bored with Tommy and moved on to James, then Cody, then Matt, and Tommy had gone back to Valerie. Over the last year or so things had settled down around the three girls as they each explored their new powers and speculated what their first year in high school would be like. Valerie was all but forgotten.
The baseball bat came around the corner at head level and caught Laurie Machado in the forehead. All that saved her life was her newly emerging mutant powers, though the blow did knock her out, she escaped with only a knot the size of a golf ball and a headache. Valerie drew the bat back, this time aiming for Chrissie but the attack on Laurie had been enough for the blonde girl to prepare. This time her powers lashed out in anger and the other girl froze, the bat clattering to the concrete. Chrissie stepped up close to their attacker and stared into her eyes.
“Be afraid,” she hissed, “Be VERY afraid.”
For a split second, Valerie stared at Chrissie, then screamed, a high blood-curdling scream, and fled, the shriek following her like a siren.
When Chrissie turned back, Shay was sitting on the ground cradling Laurie’s head in her lap and stroking her hair.
“She won’t wake up,” Shay said, looking up at Chrissie through tear-filled eyes.
Chrissie dropped to her knees and placed a hand on Laurie’s chest, feeling it rise and fall.
“We gotta get her home,” Chrissie said tightly. “She might have like a concussion.”
“Should we move her?” Shay asked. “Shouldn’t we call an ambulance and have them take her to the hospital? She might DIE!”
“I will if you keep yelling,” Laurie said, opening her eyes. “OW!” She felt the bump on her forehead. “What happened?”
In the summer between 7th grade and 8th, Laurie, always the most athletic of the trio, conned her friends into joining the Rec League softball team. Both Laurie and Shay figured Chrissie would cop out after no more than two practices but she surprised them. Over the summer they had twelve games and won 8 allowing them to advance into the district finals. Though they were eliminated in two games, the trio had developed a passion for the sport. They had just started the new summer season just after their 8th grade year when the robots came.
“Ghost Archer, Buchanan airport is reporting three unidentified aircraft approaching the north end of the field,” Spock informed me then added “In a ‘v’ formation. The aircraft have ignored all challenges.”
I rose from my desk and with a flick of thought summoned my equipment. Activating my subcutaneous radio I said “War Eagle, Daimon, ready status 5.”
The alert would place the pair on standby for a five minute departure.
Raven swept down the spiral staircase into the library wearing a black silk kimono patterned with dragons. She eyed my combat gear.
“Problem?” she asked coming into my arms.
“Precaution,” I replied kissing the top of her head. “Buchanan is reporting three unidentified aircraft.”
“Who is Buchanan?” She looked up at me.
I smiled. A few years living in a new area never gave one even the smallest part of the knowledge a native possessed and to Raven my world was so different from her own that she would probably never really become acclimated.
“Buchanan is a civilian airfield over in Concord,” I told her.
“What do you suspect?” She asked.
“Just a feeling,” I replied.
“Then it is best you act quickly,” she said. “Be most careful.”
War Eagle, Daimon and I materialized in the living room of small house in Martinez, about twelve miles from Concord. It smelled musty, not having been aired out in the past several years. I said nothing to my companions concerning our location but led them through the dining room, kitchen and laundry room to the back door. We stepped out into the tiny porch and down six steps to the overgrown lawn.
“Follow me,” I said and vaulted into the air.
War Eagle immediately joined me in the air as I turned north. Daimon, ground-bound was out through the gate and into the street in a blur. A block later we hit Pacheco Blvd and I followed it toward Concord, Daimon dodging through the traffic below.
Laurie Machado leaned toward home plate, the ball rotating slowly in the hand she held behind her back, watching the signs from the catcher. Shay Severn was back off second base shaded toward right field with the shortstop covering the gap to left, ready to jump either direction. Chrissie stood, feet apart, hands on her knees, in right field, unusually alert as the batter was a leftie. As Laurie came upright into set position, the ball tucked into her glove someone in the stands screamed.
A shadow eclipsed Chrissie out in right field and she looked up into a wash of heat from the jet boots of a giant robot. Backpedaling until she hit the fence she crouched down hoping it would give her some kind of cover. As she lifted her arms to cover her head someone landed between her and the robot. There was an explosion and the groan of twisting metal. Chrissie dared to look up and saw the monster’s arm tear free from the body and crash to the turf.
A man with a bow already had another arrow nocked and before she could think, a second explosion wrecked the robot, and hole appeared in its chest. The bow vanished from the man’s hand and shining sword swept back as he leaped at the metal giant. Silver flashed and the robot’s leg folded like a crushed Coke can. Again the blade came up as the thing fell and the head rolled free of the body, malevolent red lights dying in its eyes as Chrissie stared at it. The man held out a hand, she took it, and effortlessly he pulled her to her feet.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, jade green eyes regarding her.
‘Save me, save me’ echoed in her head as she threw herself into his arms. He held her for a only a moment before pushing her out to arms length.
“Stay right here,” he ordered and turned, his bow already back in his hand.
Chrissie was shocked. She poured everything she had at him, almost begging him to rescue her and he’d all but ignored her command. It was then she realized the chaos going on around her. To her horror, another of the giant robots had stepped into the bleachers and the crowd of spectators there. Ignoring the bowman, she ran toward her family.
The first Minuteman had folded pretty quickly but almost instantly I’d lost contact with War Eagle as he and the dark-haired pitcher vanished. Daimon had his hands full taking apart the second Minuteman but a third was practically standing in the batter’s box. Pushing the blonde right fielder away I ordered her to stay there and turned to deal with the robot at home plate.
As I drew a bead on its head the thing stepped into the stands and I knew there would be dead. Fighting back the urge to howl in fury I loosed the shaft and blew a good sized chunk of the thing out into the parking lot. Releasing the bow, I rocketed into the air, altering my density to maximum and plowed into the giant.
I hit it high, knocking it from its feet and away from the people in the stands. We landed together atop a dozen cars, my blade already slicing into the robot’s interior. Three swipes of the enchanted blade severed the last of the Minuteman’s control circuits and it went dead. It didn’t matter any more. I leapt into the rubble of the bleachers
Chrissie stood quietly between her two best friends, their fingers laced as the last of the coffins was lowered into the ground. For four days the girls had been numbed by the lost of their family and friends and this final service was little more than a blur to Chrissie. A large hand came to rest on her shoulder and she didn’t have to look back to know it was Ghost Archer.
Almost instantly after the last of the robots had been killed, Ghost Archer and his friend Daimon had evacuated Shay, Laurie and her from the ball field. Still mostly in shock they’d been given rooms in a huge house in the middle of an unbelievable valley where they met Raven. She’d talk to the three, as a group and individually and in doing so somehow eased the pain. At first, Chrissie didn’t understand why it felt as if things had happened many years ago, and then she remembered her own powers to alter feelings. Raven, she realized, was just like her.
Now, after four days, things were in the works to make Ghost Archer and Raven guardians to the three girls, something all had agreed to as none had any living family. This last little bit, last funeral, her own mother’s, and she could finally let go . . .
It took the girls two weeks to come out of their depression. I’d told Raven not to hurry the process but to let them heal naturally. That night after the last funeral had been the worst but the trio had slept in the same room and supported one another so completely I found it hard to remember they weren’t sisters.
Chrissie turned out to be the most self-possessed and probably had more to do with pulling the other two through the whole ordeal then any therapy. One thing I noticed as time passed, none of them ever played baseball again.
Finally Chrissie gave up on trying to manipulate Ghost Archer, it was like talking to a brick wall, and Raven was even more closed. The scholarly looking Kyle Longstreet and his girl-friend Everith turned out to be every bit as difficult as Archer and she gave up testing them too when Everith suddenly revealed her own powers and literally put the fear of God into her. At that point, she gave up on adults. Something about having super powers made them immune to her powers and it was disconcerting.
When the Lothlorien Academy opened, so many new possibilities came along.
|Christine can control the emotions of others. She can freeze them with fear (Frozen in Fear) or cause their very hearts to palpitate in terror (Fear Blast). It is possible for her to convince them they are helpless and hopeless (Instill Fear) or manipulate their emotions (Alter/Inflict Emotions). There is also an aura about her that convinces attackers that they don't want to hurt her (You Don't Want To Hit Me). Her favorite power, however, is Emotion Sculpting which she uses to great effect to control how others feel on a longer term basis.|
Even at a young age, Christine Parker loved to tell other people what to
do. It didn’t work on adult, unfortunately, but her friends were another
matter. In kindergarten it started when she met Laurie Machado and Shay
Severn. Both girls were quiet and polite children and Chrissie saw in
them weakness. Within a week she had them both wrapped around her little
finger and that’s where they have both been ever since.
When Chrissie reach puberty, as with most mutants, things changed. It must have been ordained by Nature’s sense of humor that a girl already manipulative should develop powers to literally control other people’s minds. The best part was, it even worked on adults!
Chrissie became the most popular girl in school. All her teachers loved her and she got excellent grades. When she decided to date, only the most popular boys would ask her, even if they happened to be dating another girl. By the time she was 15, things were going her way very nicely, thank you.
Nobody warned her about the robots.
Since her powers first appeared she has been manipulating her friends, without their knowledge, and getting them to do things they would never dream of otherwise. Since coming to the Academy, she has done the same with Brit Stanton and in doing so, nearly got her raped recently. Brit has begun to develop a resistance to Christine's power but Christine hasn't realized it as yet.
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