Name: Abelle Vondila
Age: 10
Height: "short"
Weight: "not a lot"
Eyes: green
Hair: deep auburn
Species: mutant
~~Powers~~
Genetic Suppressor: Abelle is highly resistant to genetically altering due to a protein that enshrouds her DNA much akin to her father. This protein helps shield her genes from damage from a variety of chemicals, poisons, radiation and viruses, making her body exceptionally restistant if not immune to genetic manipulation and resistant to things that cause genetic damage.
Talons: Extending from between her knuckles, specifically between pinky and ring finger, and from between middle and index are two claws reaching up to a seven inches in length. Within her feet is a similar in length claw. As for the sharpness and the very tip it's naturally grown to be only a millimeter edge making the blades naturally able to cut cleaner then a scalpel. There is third claw between her knuckles she rarely uses this however finding it mostly an unnecessary addition, not to mention it's just more hurt.
Metallic Marrow: Her mother having a metallic skeleton crafted of a unique plant Abelle found herself born with a metal skeleton of her own naturally interwoven with ordinary biology. Though it adds almost no additional weight it is virtually identical to titanium carbide. Having a Mohs hardness of 9.5 this mixed with the edge leads to the capacity to carve apart with relative ease almost anything shy of diamonds. Leaving Abelle's skeleton and mind able to endure up to 4820 degrees Celsius (5720 F, 3430 K) before melting.
Healing Factor: stronger then her mothers in some ways but more vulnerable in others. So long as Abelle's brain remains relatively intact she can likely recover within an hour of almost anything. Provided her brain is intact all the better of making such happen within seconds. Her body produces the metalic bones just as easily as any other cell, allowing potentially even limb regeneration with relative ease. It all is dependent on levels of brain function however. Finally her pain tolerance is still rather light at the time having never really had an upbringing that familiarized her with pain.
~~History~~
Ten years ago give a few months a soldier met a weapon or was it other way around? Anywho as mom put it the woman of the two wasn't exactly ready for me so said f it. To young and dumb to hard and on the run, so she ditched me. Was better that then dragging the guy down to or whatever. Ten years everything is fine, a life of school and Legos mostly. Was fun imagining what actual parents did, always imagined it like the movies, two people good with guns battling armies and toppling empires or something. Don't really care much about the story of the emperor and what not they were just the villains to take down with guns and swords and explosions. Was always said though if I showed signs of being like my actual birth parents there might be an issue. Then there was an issue, so here I am...
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