Approved Janice Blackwell

Janice Blackwell:

Age: 31
Height: 5’10
Weight: 240lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark Brown
Ethnicity: Nepalese
Languages: English(first), Spanish(second).
Citizenship: Automatic Acquisition


Military status: Separation for Convenience of the Government

Eligibility for post-service benefits: Denied

Rank at time of discharge: Sergeant OR-5

Current location: Unknown







“I hid them well, my mutations. My parents had no idea what I was when they adopted me, but they loved me all the same. I’m told when I was a toddler I hid my extra arms within my body habitually. It was only when I started preschool that my parents had to talk to me about hiding what I was. ‘Other kids wouldn’t understand,’ that’s what they told me. They were right.

“I remember when Lilo and Stitch first came out. I pointed at the screen and said ‘Look! It’s me!’ My father thought I meant Lilo and laughed, my mother cried herself to sleep that night. That’s when I knew I had to hide what I was, forever. When I was old enough, I applied to join the military. My father had been a military man, I thought it only right I follow in his footsteps.

“They didn’t catch my arms on the first exam, nor the next, nor any they did. I used to be able to meld them perfectly into my back, as if they didn’t exist. For a little more than a decade, I felt normal. I worked like hell, I trained like it was all that mattered, and I got very good at my job. My brothers and sisters were just as family to me as my parents were.

“I was on a good track, up for more promotions, had commendations from my commanding officers and compatriots. Then it all crashed down around me.

“We were on a mission in a country I’m not allowed to name, somewhere we weren’t legally supposed to be. Doesn’t matter. We came under heavy fire from insurgents, unexpected but not something we couldn’t handle. Then, there was an explosion. It was some sort of RPG, it hit inches away from my back. I took the full brunt of the explosion and just, kept fighting.

“I should’ve died, the doctors told me, but my extra arms shielded me. I saved my team’s lives, my commanding officer put in for a medal. When the group of commanders came to meet me in the hospital after the mission, they should’ve handed me a Purple Heart. Instead, it was discharge paperwork.

“For the convenience of the US government, I was being discharged from the military- from my life. Nothing anyone said could change it, not me, not my comrades, not my commanders, no one. My very existence was an inconvenience. Nothing I had done in my entire life mattered. Twelve years gone, just like that, and nothing I could show for it.

“Now I’m homeless in Pennsylvania. My parents have disowned me to save face in their neighborhood, and I’m alone in this world. No friends, no money, no history, and no prospects as a vet and a meta.

“But I will not give up.”




Abilities:


Durability- Most of Blackwell’s body is exceptionally durable compared to a regular human. She’ll never be able to get an insurance payout from being hit by a bus as the damage would only be skin deep. Her skin does not benefit from the increased durability, and will tear, cut and burn as easily as regular humans.

Strength- Blackwell is exceptionally strong from her training, but this extends past regular muscle training and into meta strength when considering her extra limbs. Her regular body is capable of lifting six hundred pounds. But her extra arms are ten times as strong.

Healing- Blackwell has a minor healing factor with her body, capable of recovering from most wounds ten times as fast as a regular human. A broken bone will heal within 4-7 days on average.



Mutations:

Arms- Blackwell has two extra limbs growing from the sides of her back beneath her shoulder blades. These limbs can rotate 360° in any direction at their three connection points(‘shoulder’ ‘elbow’ and ‘wrist’). Each limb is approximately six(6) feet long and was formerly capable of folding into Blackwell’s back in a perfect mesh.

After sustaining extreme damage the limbs increased in size and altered the makeup of their musculature preventing this folding. Each ‘hand’ possesses seven digits aligned in a flat star pattern, three ‘fingers’ at the front of the hand, two ‘thumbs,’ one on each side, and two more ‘fingers’ placed at the base of the wrist. This makes them unsuitable for most complex movements but superior in grip strength. Each digit ends in a thick hooked claw.

Blackwell will still fold the limbs against her back, but they cannot be hidden in any way. The skin on these arms has not healed to its original form. The intense trauma has caused the arms to adapt a stronger barrier over the muscles. This new barrier is significantly stronger than skin, transparent, and twists and curves to allow for better energy distribution along its surface. Unfortunately, the nerve endings were not taken into account by the arms, and pain is common upon light contact with the the skin. As such, Blackwell cannot comfortably cover her arms with any sort of thick cloth.
 
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