Cheryl Harrison/Trinity

[Cheryl Harrison]

Cheryl Anne Harrison

Nickname: Cher, Sparky
Codename:Trinity
Preferred name: Cheryl or Cher.
Canon or Non-canon: Non-canon
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bicurious
Marital Status: Single
Birthplace: Mandan, MI
Current Residence: SHIELD’s Helicarrier
DOB: October 5th
Age: 17
Occupation: Poster child for the Tank program
Species: Mutant
Affiliation: Tank

Shown in the Light of Day

Height: 5’2”
Weight: 110 lbs
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue
Identifying features: None. She’s flawless naturally.
Appearance:

Cheryl is a little on the short side, has a light bone structure, and a slim build. Those who have only seen her in passing would probably call her delicate. They would be very sorely mistaken. Massive amounts of time in training have left Cheryl in peak physical condition, and she has enough muscle mass to back up any sort of stupid stunt she feels like pulling off. For the most part, however, she keeps it hidden under SHIELD-provided sweatshirts. Although she keeps herself well-groomed, she sees no reason to wear pretty clothing or put on makeup. Cheryl usually keeps her shoulder-length hair pulled back into a simple ponytail out of practicality, and avoids close-cut uniforms whenever she can get away with it. On rare occasions—usually when no one is watching—she’ll wear an oversized work jacket that had belonged to her brother, Andrew.

*Uniform:

Cheryl wears a slightly modified SHIELD uniform, designed for the Tank program in general and her in particular. The base is a loose-fitted navy blue jumpsuit with orange accents. It is comprised of an energy-resistant kevlar blend, capable of withstanding most of the energy her powers can produce. The uniform is equipped with standard-issue SHIELD gear.

Power Corrupts Absolutely

Power Origin: Mutant with Tank enhancements.
Powers:

Nuclear Fission: Cheryl is capable of performing direct conversions of matter into energy. It is automatically released as both kinetic and electromagnetic energy, centered on her location. The effect of this is comparable to a nuclear weapon in scale, general composition, and force. She is immune to any energy she creates, but is completely affected by anything from an outside source. Unfortunately, her clothing is not immune to her energy output. Any type of matter can be used for the starting material, and she commonly uses air—it makes controlling the amount of mass used fairly easy. Without Tank enhancements, Cheryl is only capable of direct fission conversions, and the only real application for her abilities is massive destruction.

Energy Use: With Tank enhancements, however, the focus of Cheryl’s powers changes somewhat. She is capable of absorbing and storing any energy created, and can release it in any form of kinetic or electromagnetic energy. For the most part this is still most useful for destruction, but it is significantly more controlled—producing electricity to stun someone is a little safer than producing massive explosions to stun someone. She is capable of centering any energy emissions around a single body part (such as making her hands glow), but cannot center the source on external objects. Storing large amounts of energy for more than a few days becomes difficult very quickly, and can sometimes leak out uncontrollably. This is less than ideal. Although any energy she stores cannot be destroyed, it can slowly be released through safe means.

Enhanced Stamina: As long as Cheryl has some amount of energy stored from fission, her body will automatically repurpose a portion of it for biological needs. This reduces her need to eat and sleep, and helps her sustain long periods of physical exercise. Technically it also reduces her need to breathe, but she likes talking too much for that to ever be an issue. This is not a perfect substitute for biological processes, however, and she will still suffer from dehydration and/or electrolyte imbalances very quickly if she decides to go on a three-hour jog. Sleeping for a few hours at a time is also advisable, as it keeps her from going insane and blowing everyone up.

Weaknesses:

Cheryl’s powers are a force to be reckoned with, and can function on a scale that’s nothing short of disastrous. Despite this, however, they are also incredibly limited in effect. Her powers work only in a radius off her person, and cannot be effectively targeted in any way. Unless she is incredibly careful, she is just as much of a threat to her allies as her enemies. Furthermore, her powers are almost useless outside of their destructive capacity. They provide her no real defensive abilities; a single, well-aimed bullet is more than enough to take her down. The only real non-destructive use of her powers is as a power source…or a flashlight.

Despite SHIELD’s best training, Cher also happens to be a teenage girl, with all the problems typical to teenage girls. She’s hormonal and sexually repressed, and confused about whether she likes girls, and has an infatuation with Captain America that borders the line between tragic and creepy. Cheryl is incredibly hesitant about the use of her powers, and would honestly be happier without them, but her sense of duty to SHIELD keeps her from speaking up about them. She also happens to be incredibly gullible and pretty lonely. Anyone that is friendly towards her is probably going to get followed around. Like a puppy.

Getting to the Root of the Problem

Personality:

Even without use of her powers, Cheryl is something of a force of nature. She is preternaturally enthusiastic about everything and anything, with a seemingly endless reserve of energy. Her main form of transportation seems to be bouncing. Seeing her sitting down and not talking is a rarity; seeing her upset simply Doesn’t Happen. This doesn’t, of course, mean that she’s completely frivolous—Cheryl is tenacious and almost pathologically hardworking. She just happens to be impossible to annoy. Similarly, she dislikes seeing others in a bad mood, and will do anything in her power to help them out. She will do backflips (figurative or literal) for nearly anyone that asks. This makes her a bit of a doormat, but she’s fine with that. Sacrificing her free time is a small price to pay for someone else’s happiness.

To the public, Cheryl is a bubbly, well-adjusted teenage girl that just happens to wield terrifying powers. She’s an ambassador for the Tank program; proof that mutants don’t have to be outcasts and criminals. To SHIELD, she’s an effective, well-trained soldier. She’s everything that the Tank program needs her to be, and that’s enough to make her happy. Cheryl is of the opinion that she owes them her life, and wholeheartedly believes that the program is a huge step forward for human/mutant relations. Cheryl has no real hobbies or interests outside of the Tank program, spending all of her free time in training or studying. Although not completely blind to the program’s faults, she continues to be completely loyal to them. She doesn’t have a bad bone in her body, but will still do anything SHIELD orders.

When no one’s looking, however, Cheryl is much more of a typical teenage girl—she’s insecure about everything, easily frustrated, and far too hormonal for anyone’s good. She keeps up a happy façade around others simply because she hates the way people tend to run for cover when she’s upset. Given that being on the Helicarrier means almost constant surveillance, she tends to bottle up emotions in a big way. Even though she has little confidence in her own abilities, she constantly pretends otherwise with the hope it’ll actually convince everyone else. Cheryl desperately wants approval from everyone around her, and will go to great lengths to get it.

Although undeniably social, Cheryl also happens to be undeniably derpy. She was homeschooled before she was taken in by the Tank program, and spent a good deal of time in isolation after. It shows. She is incredibly awkward around other teenagers, and tends to avoid them rather than suffer social suicide. Her knowledge of sarcasm happens to be somewhat lacking, and she’s incredibly gullible. If a stranger offered her candy, she would probably take it. And thank them, of course. She will follow any orders she’s given to the letter, even if she thinks she sees a better solution—she tends to trust her superiors’ judgment over her own. Although this isn’t an entirely inaccurate point of view, it tends to make her field work dangerously inflexible.

Family:

• Emily Harrison, Mother. Deceased.
  
• Todd Harrison, Father. Deceased.
  
• Andrew Harrison, Older brother. Deceased.
  
• Seth Harrison, Older brother. Not deceased! 24 years old.
  
• Caroline Harrison, Paternal Grandmother. Deceased.
  
• Darryl Harrison, Paternal Grandfather. Deceased.
  
• Eliza Cooper, Maternal Grandmother. Deceased.
  
• David Cooper, Maternal Grandfather. Deceased.
  
• Christine Harrison, Aunt. Deceased.
  
• Joshua Harrison, Uncle. Deceased.
  
• Zachary Harrison, Cousin. Deceased.
  
• Maryanne Harrison, Cousin. Deceased.
  
• Rose Thatcher, Aunt. Deceased.
  
• Jeffrey Thatcher, Uncle. Deceased.
  
• Lily Thatcher, Cousin. Deceased.
  
• Phyllis Thatcher, Cousin. Deceased.
  
• Eli Thatcher, Cousin. Deceased.
  

Background:

Mandan, Michigan hadn’t been heavily populated or prosperous since the 1900s. It had begun to collapse when its mining industry ran dry, and most residents disappeared to more urban towns. By the 1990s it had shrunk to just a handful of families, mostly agricultural, all too stubborn to leave, and all related to each other in some way. Most children born and raised there left as soon as they turned 18. Most found paying jobs further south; some joined the Army or Navy, a few lucky ones managed to get accepted into colleges. It was just the way life worked.

Cheryl Harrison was born on the road out of Mandan leading to the nearest hospital. She’d always been somewhat impatient. She became the youngest of the Harrisons’ three children, and the only girl. Half of the town showed up to see her within hours of her birth, but that was only expected—she was related to all of them, in one way or another. Like most children in Mandan, Cheryl ended up being homeschooled. The closest public school was almost an hour away, and the entire town considered it ‘not worth the time’. She was grouped with three other cousins roughly her age, and their teachers rotated between several of the willing adults and older siblings. Outsiders didn’t consider it an ideal system, but all four children continually exceeded state standards for education—a fact the entire town was proud of. The Harrisons’ ran the single general store in town, and as soon as Cheryl could walk and count, she was expected to help out. She did so gladly, of course.

From nearly the moment she was born, Cheryl was completely inseparable from her brothers, Andrew and Seth. All three were energetic, stubborn, and far too curious for anyone’s good. Andrew was the bravest—or stupidest—of the three, and usually the one that they needed to haul out of dangerous situations. Seth was the oldest, the wisest, and the undisputed leader. He was the one that led them through explorations of the dense forests outside town, and started their games of Captain America versus Nazis. Cheryl looked up to him for everything, and always wanted to follow in his footsteps. When he was interested in joining the Army, she was too. When he got a horse to become his gallant war steed, Cheryl knew she needed to have one too.

On the morning of Cheryl’s eleventh birthday, she found herself blindfolded and led away from her house. When her parents let her take the blindfold off, she found herself in the neighbor’s stables, face-to-face with a silver roan Connemara. She’d always loved horses, and her parents had decided to get her a pony. This was the happiest she had ever been, and she was so excited she could just explode. She hugged the pony, burying her face in its mane, and was still hugging it when she felt it disintegrate beneath her hands. When Cheryl opened her eyes, she found herself standing in the rubble of her hometown. The pony—with Andrew and her parents—had been reduced to piles of ash.

She’d managed to disintegrate everyone she knew and loved. The only one spared was her eldest brother, Seth—he’d joined the Army as soon as he’d graduated high school, and had left town only a few weeks previously. Running had never even crossed her mind; she had everything to atone for and nowhere else to go. Cheryl was still sitting in the rubble of her town when rescue efforts found her. She had managed to find a jacket in the ruins of their house that escaped mostly unscathed—one of Andrew’s—and refused to let it go until the HAZMAT team pried it out of her hands. She was taken into custody and treated for radiation poisoning until they realized she wasn’t a victim of the blast. The government was eager to blame the incident on mutants, and Cheryl didn’t exactly resist. It was the least she could do for atonement.

Although the leveling of a small town would have been fodder enough for anti-mutant groups, Mandan’s proximity to Canada managed to turn it into an international incident. Prevailing winds brought fallout across Lake Superior, and towns on both sides of the border ended up needing to be evacuated. A formal investigation was done by both Canada and the United States, but the conclusion both came to was little different than all initial opinions: yes, a mutant had blown up a town, and no, it wasn’t an act of terrorism. It was publicly announced that the mutant would be held under government protection until she was no longer a threat to the public, and Cheryl quietly disappeared from public view.

Even more quietly, a Cold War bunker was converted into a containment facility, and she was relocated there until they figured out what to do with her. It didn’t take long—there had already been a series of trials in the neural enhancement of mutant powers, and Cheryl seemed like an ideal candidate for their newest procedure. She volunteered readily, secretly hoping it would remove her powers entirely. It was only after the surgery had been completed that she heard her brother had shown up to offer design input on the chip now in her head. It seemed odd to her, considering he had never been a brain surgeon. She just wished she could have gotten a chance to see him. He was the only family she had left.

Even though it was immediately apparent that the neural enhancement was a success, Cheryl continued to be kept in isolation. The focus of the facility, however, shifted significantly. Her education was restarted, including classes on science, history, literature…and hand-to-hand combat and strategy. She was, after all, far too useful to not be turned into a weapon. More important than the classes, however, were hundreds of hours of therapy to deal with depression and post-traumatic stress disorder. Now that her powers were under control, the government needed to make sure that she was completely mentally stable before allowing her anywhere near populated areas. Although progress seemed to start slow, the obvious signs of mental trauma began to fade. By the time Cheryl was thirteen, she seemed like a stable—if abnormally motivated—teenage girl.

Several months after Cheryl completed therapy, the Tank program was officially announced, and she was their great, shining example of what it could accomplish. The government had turned an unstable, incredibly dangerous mutant into a functioning member of society through the miracles of brain surgery. It didn’t hurt that she happened to be adorable, and already well-known by the public. She’d been thoroughly groomed into being the Tanks’ poster child, and her success story seemed to quell some of the initial misgivings the public had about the program. For the next two years she was kept firmly in the public’s eye, with appearances carefully scheduled around her continued training. Cheryl was more than willing to cooperate. The program had saved her life, and kept her from harming any more innocents. The least she could do was help recruit others that needed the same kind of help.

Cheryl was finally cleared for active duty when she was fifteen, despite the misgivings of several senior officers. She was reassigned to the Helicarrier, the current for the Tank program. One of the newest Tanks, Cliff Hale, was assigned to watching her—partially because the SHIELD was not entirely prepared to deal with teenage girls, but mostly because his powers would probably be containing Cheryl’s if she had another…incident. Most initial worries about her presence seemed to fade after her first few months, however, as Cheryl jumped headfirst into the life of an agent and seemed to be completely unfazed the constant chaos the Helicarrier produced. And if she occasionally had urges to incinerate Seeker, then she kept them well-hidden. And if her brother never visited, well, he was probably busy being a solder. She didn’t hold it against him.

No One Likes a Show-Off

Skills: Does your character have any skills that are separate from your character’s powers? Are they a Five Star Cook or Black Belt? This is where you explain them. Make sure it is explained in history how they may have acquires such skills.[/I] Feel free to delete this section if it is not applicable.

• Extensively trained in firearm use and several forms of hand-to-hand combat due to her time being kept as a government pet.
  
• Has a black belt in puppy eyes.
  
• Cheryl has been trained to resist telepathic intrusion. Effective against moderately powerful telepaths; useless against the likes of Professor X and Emma Frost.
  
• Is totally capable of flying most of the Helicarrier’s planes even though Director Fury won’t let her get her pilot’s license because he is a killjoy.
  

Weapons: If your character uses weapons, list them. Be Realistic and explain where they have acquired them. if they don’t use weapons, feel free to delete.

• Sometimes she throws Agent Hale at the enemy.
  
• Occasionally provided fun new toys by S.H.I.E.L.D.’s R&D.
  
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Equipment:

• Geiger counter
  
• Captain America Trading Cards
  
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Anything else?: I like turdles.

To Meet Expectations

RP sample: Yes I’m doing this the lazy way deal with it.

Cheryl strolled down the streets of downtown Manhattan with Cliff, taking in the sights gleefully. They’d just finished up a mission that was absolutely textbook, and Cliff had suggested that they spend the rest of the afternoon in the city. Naturally, she’d accepted immediately. This was actually the first time she’d had free reign in New York; although she’d been here for missions and diplomatic assignments before, she’d never gotten a chance to stick around after. It seemed so much bigger on foot. Although the crowds of pedestrian traffic were massive, there weren’t any holdups that she could see. Of course, she had a feeling that some of that was due to the uniforms they were still wearing. People did seem to be giving them a wide berth. Usually Cheryl would have been upset at the general anti-mutant sentiment, but not right now. She was far too busy touristing. Besides, they’d managed to capture two mutant criminals and got through a hostage situation cleanly. It would take far more than a few racists to ruin her mood.

Cheryl loved hostage situations. She knew that probably made her a horrible person, but they were exciting. Usually, if a case was messed up, then you got yourself hurt. It was straightforward, and effective: failing meant getting shot or stabbed, which meant avoiding the same mistakes next time. But she healed, and she’d be on duty again in a few weeks. Even when fighting other mutants, the results ended up being pretty much the same If hostages were involved, though, the stakes were infinitely higher. Keeping civilians from getting themselves killed was much more difficult. Granted, there had only been a few hostages involved, and the two robbers had both been obviously inexperienced, but still. They’d pulled off a clean capture, and thanks to Cliff there hadn’t been any injuries to the hostages. Even the two robbers were mostly okay. The twitching would wear off eventually.

A storefront caught Cheryl’s attention, and she stopped to look into it. A bakery. Oooh. The display in the window was gorgeous; absolutely nothing like the desserts the Helicarrier cooks sometimes made. There were tarts with fresh fruit, and biscotti, and cupcakes, and bear claws, and several things she didn’t have names for. She would need to try them. Maybe not all of them right now, but she could always get a box to take back. Maybe enough to share, too. That would go over well with pretty much everyone. She stared through the window for several seconds before turning back to Cliff, using her very best puppy eyes. “Mind if we stop in? My treat.”

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[Magneto]

Ehem.

*points to costume/Uniform*

Kinda need that Just a note.

[Agent Collie]