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<br><tc>█</tc> <a href="">Richelle Schlickeisen</a> , bio<br>

<br><ti>█</ti> <a href="">I don't know you why do you want to know me</a> Lincoln Campbell <d>24/8/12 / AFTERLIFE</d><br>

<br><ta>█</ta> <a href="">Cheaters Sometimes Win</a> Elli Phimister (Negasonic Teenage Warhead) <d>18th June 2014 / E.E.</d>
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May 30 2017, 05:59 PM
Richelle didn't pay much attention to stories that she heard in a place like New York City. The place was as full of as many false stories as crazy people. But hearing of the possibility of some abandoned warehouse full of high-level tech? Now that was just a little too intriguing to pass up even if the source had been slightly less than reputable. Well, on a personal level, that is. Supposedly the man had been some business opponent in arms smuggling or whatever. The booze had sort of slurred things together when he tried to talk and Richelle hadn't believed him at first anyway.

She hadn't paid attention for some time. But then she'd gotten bored and decided, why not? There were plenty of reasons why not, but few enough to defeat her restlessness. After another night of hunting, though, she decided she might as well take a trip out to the warehouse's supposed location and see if there was any truth to it. Even if there wasn't, it would be a fun little endeavour. Wasn't as if she couldn't afford to do it. Hell, she could have bought her own car if she wanted, but she had little reason to own a vehicle when it was sometimes just as fast to walk.

Getting out there would take some time, but Richelle had no reason to be in a hurry. She hadn't bothered changing, so she was still wearing low rise skinny jeans, leather ankle boots, and a fitted tank top declaring "I'm an intelligent classy well-educated woman that says fuck a lot". It had been an outfit meant to get her attention, and it had earlier, but if her destination was as abandoned as it supposedly was, she wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing her. And it was very likely that it would just be tech guarding the place... which was no problem at all. Should things turn out to be boring or inaccessible, she could just wander off and find someone to keep her entertained for the night.

The taxi driver who picked her up was shamelessly staring at her boobs until she suggested he just take a picture, at which point his gaze stayed firmly on the road. Richelle snorted under her breath and went back to paying attention to her phone. Even if the driver had been someone she found attractive, she had a mission and intended to stay focused on that mission until it was finished.

"Bye, sweetheart," she teased after paying the driver, giving a flirty wave goodbye. He stayed parked for a good few minutes before she heard him drive off, which almost earned him an eyeroll. Now that she was on site, however, she'd need to keep an eye out for human guards. As of yet she'd seen nothing but a few security cameras so she just walked on like she owned the place.

Ellie Phimister
May 4 2017, 03:29 PM
Richelle had sat through yet another discussion (or class or whatever they called it) about pre-Terrigensis but hadn't really found it interesting or informative. In her opinion, it was all beginners' stuff for people who hadn't wanted to find out before. As a girl who had never stopped asking questions, she knew a lot of it already, though she'd admit there were a few things that had been new to her. When she'd gotten the opportunity to slip out, though, she'd taken it, more interested in a one-on-one conversation. Listening to someone she couldn't interrupt and pester? Not her idea of learning anything.

She'd gotten into the medical wing with no trouble, but hadn't approached anyone yet. It wasn't often that she came here, so she might as well take a look around. And probably get yelled at sooner or later for getting into something she shouldn't, but that was generally a bit of a given when it came to her. Not like anyone would mistake her for a patient or staff - she was wearing ankle-high biker's boots, ripped up bootcut jeans, and a white tank top. Didn't seem like the place was heavy on visitors, either.

But she managed to get into the visiting area, where one of the actual patients attached themselves to her. Evidently their chess partner had been borrowed by a nurse for some tests, and Richelle found herself sitting in whether she wanted it or not. The game ended badly for her, since she hadn't played in years and had never really learned, but thankfully someone else was willing to take her place. And that freed her up to go poke around where she shouldn't.

Of course, she got caught in about five minutes. "Hi," she said cheerfully to the guy who had discovered her. "I'm not even gonna try to convince you that I'm supposed to be here." Because they both knew she wasn't, even if there was no way she didn't live here. There was that, at least. "So you a doctor or a nurse or what, handsome? I'm Richelle."

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Apr 11 2017, 08:41 PM
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Richelle Schlickeisen

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Former teacher, currently criminal and hooker

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<tr><td colspan="4"><h3>APPEARANCE</h3></td></tr>

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Trim hourglass figure












Bebe Rexha

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Richelle is a tall, slender girl. Her black hair and brown eyes give her natural beauty, which she accentuates with proper makeup and clothing. At the moment she's been using her abilities to dress herself better than she would normally be able to but she at least has good fashion sense. She's aware of how people look at her when she walks down the street and knows how to work that to her advantage. Afraid of very little and perfectly okay with trading physical favours. Occasionally she dyes her hair blond but it's naturally black.


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Under normal circumstances, Richelle isn't hard to get along with. She's certainly a firecracker, with a loud personality that some could see as abrasive or too loud. Very bold about who she is and will eventually be the same about what she is as well. Right now she's a little too concerned over the whole thing to really think about some kind of 'mutant and proud' logo but she's rarely a quiet person. <p>

Despite her attitude, she can be nice to people that she grows attached to. There aren't many, especially now that she feels like she needs to be extra cautious of people due to who she is. Usually she would be found out and partying on the weekends, but if she's close enough, she'd be quite happy to stay in for the night and relax. Mostly she's happier with a wide pool of acquaintances rather than a small group of close friends.


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There are a handful of close friends and family members she would usually trust, though things have recently made her a little worried about how she'll be received.


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Machine Invisibility: She cannot be detected by any sort of machine. Cameras will show what's behind her, radar won't register her, scopes won't focus on her, night vision displays won't show her, etc. <p>

Spying: Her powers, coupled with some teenage-level breaking and entering skills, make her fairly adept at being a spy. She has nothing to help her if someone gets eyes on her but tech is heavily relied upon. <p>

Social Studies: As a former instructor, she has a fairly good grasp of things related to her field.


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Invisibility to surveillance: Needless to say, if you point a camera at someone and don't see them show up on the screen, they're going to have some questions. Also, if she were ever in trouble, her allies wouldn't be able to use technology to find or save her. <p>

Invisibility to medical tech: Makes it harder for her to be examined, diagnosed, and/or treated in case of a medical emergency. <p>

Technical difficulties: Since she doesn't register to devices, it makes it hard for her to operate some types of technology that rely on a functioning UI. Apps like Skype are useless to her and she can't even see her reflection off phone or laptop screens.


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Born to an Inhuman mother, Richelle always expected to become one herself someday. Her father was human, however, and her half-and-half biology made many Inhuman leaders nervous when it eventually came to the question of allowing her to try Terrigenesis. Her mother wanted to share the Inhuman life with her husband but wasn't allowed to due to safety concerns by some of the elders. Due to her mother's insistence that her children be raised in Afterlife, even though she couldn't tell her husband where she kept going, the marriage eventually buckled under the strain. The siblings were sent to live at Afterlife, where Richelle was taken care of by her older brother until their mother joined them. <p>

When she was a preteen she insisted on being sent to a normal boarding school so she could get to know kids her own age outside of the enclosed community she lived in. Her mother gave in eventually though she insisted that Richelle return between semesters and live at Afterlife for at least a year as an adult. The physical distance impacted her relationship with her brother from the start, especially when she returned on summer break after her first semester. They didn't get on as well as they had as kids, and currently have a cordial but not over-loving relationship. Richelle lived at Afterlife until she was 23, when she decided to use her education to become a high school teacher in the infamous New York City. Leaving Afterlife was hard for her but she enjoyed her new job, especially since she'd moved to a totally new place. <p>

Richelle was a social studies teacher until her transformation into Inhuman. She'd made plans to return to Afterlife to yet again try to convince them to let her undergo Terrigenesis but instead was forcibly changed thanks to the contamination of fish oil pills that created so many other Inhumans. She fell into a coma-like sleep during her transformation which resulted in her being sent to the hospital, as there were no other Inhumans where she lived and normal humans had no idea what was wrong with her. It was hard to visibly tell that she was alive and her vital signs were dangerously low. Thanks to her developing powers, the machines registered her as dead in the middle of the night. When she awoke, she understandably freaked out the staff on hand, who had been informed she was dead. <p>

Panicking when she learned what had happened and that nobody knew what exactly it was, Richelle accidentally destroyed a good amount of equipment and such during her escape attempt. She injured herself but managed to get out of the hospital and away from prying examinations, which had been her goal all along. No longer showing up on cameras or scanners, security was unable to track her exit from the grounds accurately enough to catch up to her. Wounded but free, Richelle attempted to patch herself up and struck out on foot, wanting only to escape the city and find some way to get back to Afterlife. She had a pretty good idea of what had happened but didn't know how to deal with the transformation on her own. <p>

Before she could manage to do so, she was taken into custody by police officers who turned out to be Hydra. Taken to a hospital/lab, many experiments were run on her. She witnessed someone else using her powers and realised that they were trying to replicate her abilities. Her escape attempt failed and she was kept sedated until decisions were made to transfer her to another facility thanks to concerns of a rescue attempt. While in transit, there was some kind of accident that ended with Richelle alone in a wrecked vehicle off the highway in rural New England. <p>

Not knowing what had happened to her, but knowing that the average person would flip out if they found out what she was, she was afraid of returning to her neighbourhood. It was a fairly rough area and she didn't want to risk hurting anyone or getting hurt herself if something happened that made her more alarmed. Fortunately she managed to reach a womens' shelter and was able to explain her injuries as being from an abusive ex-boyfriend. She was allowed to stay, though she gave a fake name. <p>

She was very shaken up by the drastic upheaval that's occurred in the last few days and isn't at all sure how to continue. However, she is pretty sure that it would be hard to explain what had happened to her to people who knew her, and she isn't sure how to make up a cover story for herself. Contacting Afterlife wasn't entirely helpful, since they just wanted her to come in and join them. Richelle was looking for a different course of action than they wanted to take and therefore decided to strike off on her own. <p>

Of course, she quickly realised the usefulness of her powers and used them to break into stores after hours to take food and other survival supplies. While she sometimes set off alarms, most of them were dismissed as false positives since she never showed up on CCTV or other security feeds. Eventually she got a little bolder but is still very much a small-time criminal. Mostly she teases guys into giving her money or takes them to a motel for a night - after all, what's a pretty girl to do?


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Of course, there will be threading opportunities with Lincoln Campbell or others from Afterlife. Possibly with other XI peoples if she ends up there with him or something, or decides to check out how mutants are similar/different if she hears about the school through other channels? She'd try to get with Bruce Banner for some advice if she felt she needed some since he's a biological and genetical scientific leader.



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Fancy department stores looked really weird when they were empty. It was like a bunch of snooty jackasses would come pouring in at any moment to demand the world cater to their every need. Okay, so maybe some of them were nice, but most of them? Eugh. Richelle was from a solid working-class family, and while her mama would die of shame to see her little girl doing what she was doing, Richelle had no use for rich people. Except when she could borrow some of their money. <p>

She'd done her research on the place, or as much as she could in the few hours she'd had before coming here. The security feeds would all register the momentarily opened door as a false positive and the guards would take their sweet time coming down here. Which gave her more than enough time to grab... ah-ha. Unashamed, Richelle stripped where she was, changing into a decorative black top and then skinny jeans with 'sassy bitch' written on the back pockets in white rhinestones. Tossing her old clothes in the nearest trash bin, she was meandering over to choose a nice leather jacket when she heard the guards come in for what seemed like a routine inspection. Well, shit. Richelle crouched down, knowing exactly how to hide when the lights were off and the guards didn't think anything was wrong. Once they left again, she finished her selection, the studded black jacket adding a nice finishing touch. <p>

Letting herself out the same way she'd come in probably wouldn't work too well. So she just walked out of one of the emergency exits, uncaring of whatever panic she might cause behind her. Nobody was going to get hurt, and a little cardio would do those mall cops good. Walking down the sidewalk, she hesitated briefly when she got to a crossroads before choosing her path and heading for the slightly fancier part of town. It wouldn't be at all hard to catch some guy's or girl's eye, and once she did, well, pickpocketing was child's play, even if she didn't have a partner on this particular run. Still, what need did one have for a partner? And tonight's event promised to have all sorts in attendance. <p>

Managing to slip in was fairly easy. People relied far too much on technology - seriously, if someone cut the power lines, what did they think would happen? As it was she had a couple close calls with actual living security guards but for the most part she just walked past the cameras and such like they weren't even there. They might as well not be. She ran into a staff member coming the opposite way but just said she'd gotten lost, giggling and swaying a little, and would have seen the eyeroll even if she'd been blind. That gave her an escort directly to the heart of the party, and she set off across the room, making a beeling for the open bar. <p>

"Zacapa, neat," she ordered, and dropped a twenty in the tip jar from the fold of bills in her back pocket. Once she had her drink, she turned to the woman next to her. "Call me blind, but you look a lot like a classy lady to me. What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" It could be taken as flirting, sure, but mostly she was pretty sure the woman had come here with a guy that could get distracted by someone. Just enough that she could get a couple drinks, maybe 'borrow' the price of a couple more.


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Chatbox, PM Bucky Barnes, AIM browneyedbandit, Skype

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