The Application:

Personal Information
Name: CJ
Age: 22
Contact information: Y!M: awayfromher, AIM: not as we
Any previous rp experience: Indeed! I play 'Scarlet Witch,' 'Dust,' 'Dexter Morgan' and 'Temperance Brennan' at different games.
How did you hear about this rpg? wanna_rp

Character Information
Name: Tabitha 'Boom Boom' Smith
Fandom: X-Men
PB: Sarah Polley
age: 19
journal: goesboom
powers: The ability to create 'time bombs,' or balls of psionic energy that explode with concussive force.
allegiance: Undecided, but she'll prefer to be on the bad side of town.

Relationships: Short-lived relationship with Sam Guthrie, aka Cannonball
Friendships: Has tenuous friendships with several of the X-Men as well as some Brotherhood, though she's not counted on for her loyalty.
Sexuality: Straight! Boys are fun, and women are crazy.

Strengths: Headstrong, brave, physically agile and adventurous, persistent, quick-witted, tough as nails, independent spirit
Weaknesses: Proud, kind of book-dumb, acerbic/rude, impulsive, unfaithful, more a fighter than a talker
Habits/Quirks:
- Likes to help herself to things that belong to other people. Ahem.
- Speaks with a sort of Northwestern/Midwest accent, very white trashy. Awesome.
- Sleeps in. A lot.
Personality: For starters, Tabby doesn't trust you and you can go ahead and not trust her. It's not that she's a liar, but if a better deal comes along, she'll take it. Sometimes it's not even a matter of what's in it for her. Sometimes, it's just what seems like more fun, less work, more interesting, or has the cuter guy in the mix.

Needless to say, Tabitha is not what you'd call a criminal mastermind. She's more a criminal... moonlighter. She basically doesn't know where to draw lines, whether it be in ethical questions, parties or a playful game of 'throw bombs at the college kid.' This over-exuberance for going that extra mile has gotten Tabitha in trouble more time than it's gotten her accolades, but that's just because she has generally bad luck.

At her core, Tabby is incredibly sheilded, untrusting and cynical. Though she'd never say as much, or even think it, as far as she's concerned everyone's out to hurt her or take something from her, and she's not about to let them. She'll rather hurt someone, or take something from them first.
What was your character doing before they arrived on the island? Tabitha was born in Roanoke, Virginia and despite a rebellious streak that began when she was young, could be counted as fairly normal. Her parents divorced when she was eight, which might have initially spawned her behavior problems. It was when Tabitha's powers manifested at the age of 13 that everything changed. Her father became abusive and exploitative when Tabitha's powers came to light.

She ran away from home, catching a Greyhound bus using money she had stolen from the school till using her powers. Tabitha scrimped an illegal living, using her bombs to split open vending machines, slot machines (Vegas was good to her) and car doors. Tabby didn't feel any hint of remorse or regret, seeing as she didn't take anything she couldn't use and it wasn't as if the rightful owners could use it more than she did. Stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, the poor being her.

Tabitha- or Boom Boom as she called herself in the urban slums- didn't think that there might be someone or someones watching her and her spree of mutant-distinctive minor crime. However, Charles Xavier pinpointed her and two of his X-Men interrupted her as she cracked bus station lockers in Providence. Tabitha was tempted to blow them away. In fact, she tried, but it turned out that one sixteen-year-old mutant against two trained twenty-somethings had very poor odds.

Once Tabitha was in Massachusetts, she was more receptive to meeting Xavier, but even as an adolescent, Tabby was a tough sell. She ended up agreeing to stay at the Institute, but it wasn't long before she was being wooed by the Brotherhood. The rules and regs of the Institute didn't sit well with Tabby, and she ended up running off with the evil mutants. Their devil-may-care attitudes and lax approach to life appealed to her. Tabby started running with them, making friends and enemies, and enjoying her life of petty crime. However, she didn't have their wider ambition, their drive to take over and destroy. In short, she wasn't evil. But she sure wasn't a Girl Scout, either.

Writing Example:
It was a lovely day in the New Haven mall. Tabby and Lance were playing “Neophyte College Wannabes” (Not that Tabitha knew what a neophyte was). They did a tour of Yale’s campus, which was randomly interrupted by the explosion of a bio lab. Weird shit, right? After the faculty ushered their young charges off to a special presentation on their History department to draw attention from the smoking hole in the Science building, Tabby and Lance slipped off to go shopping.

“Mm. I freaking love pretzels,” Tabitha enthused as she latched her teeth onto said pretzel and tore off a large hunk. She pointedly ignored Lance as she did so, just in case a disgusted look and a comment about being unladylike was waiting for her. Tabby shifted and put her legs up on Lance’s lap. She stared up at the giant skylight that made up the ceiling of the mall’s cross-section. Under the skylights, there were benches of all different colors, all brightly painted and wooden. She and Lance shared one of a vibrant lime green.

Tabby kept chowing down on her pretzel, which was larger than her head, and looked over her shoulder. “Oh, hey. Check it out.” She nodded over at the watch and jewelry shop behind them. The cases were covered in bullet-proof glass, but the two clerks were tiny college-aged chicks. As Tabby watched, two huge explosions ripped through the shop, one from each end. Sprinklers went off, glass shattered, people started screaming, and the loud sound of shearing metal could be heard. “C’mon, let’s go.” Tabby finished her pretzel and dusted her hands on her pants, casual where everyone else was panicking. Distraction was her bit. Once everyone was gone, Lance could rattle any glass that was still standing into oblivion, and then, well. Open season.