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Wyatt Abigail Graham
Apportation: ability to undergo materialization, disappearance,or teleportation of an object.
Astral Projection: ability to project the astral being, astral body becomes separate from physical body.
Aerokinesis: ability to create and control air.
Eidetic Memory: photographic memory. (These usually come in short spurts and require a small amount of concentration or focus.)
Electrokinesis: ability to control lightning and electricity.
Intuition: The ability to acquire knowledge without proof, evidence, or conscious reasoning, or without understanding how the knowledge was acquired, but instead having direct access to unconscious knowledge, unconscious cognition, inner sensing, inner insight to unconscious pattern-recognition and the ability to understand something instinctively, without the need for conscious reasoning.
Levitation or transvection – The ability to undergo bodily uplift or fly by mystical means.
Psychokinesis or telekinesis – The ability to manipulate objects by way of extrasensory perception.
Psychometry or psychoscopy – The ability to obtain information about a person or object, usually by touch.
Remote viewing, telesthesia or remote sensing – The ability to see a distant and unseen target using extrasensory perception.
Technopathy – The ability to undergo a direct communication pathway between an enhanced or wired brain and an external device.
Despite being a psychic, Wyatt rarely uses her mental abilities in a fight, she resorts to using weapons, guns specifically. She has also not trained herself to use her abilities in a battle. The only person she trusts herself with using her abilities on is herself because if anything goes wrong, it will only directly affect her well-being. Wyatt has however had many accidents with not being in control of her powers, these issues were more prominent when she was younger but now she is mostly surrounded by technology instead of people. These skills really come in handy when she is engineering or repairing, which is all she really uses them for. Although being able to manipulate air is helpful when a projectile is coming your way. Reminder: These abilities are rarely used in a battle, she uses them for engineering.
Wyatt is a large
fan of pistols. She finds them to be extremely accessible and reliable for quick combat. Of course she adds her own flares to all of the weapons she carries or creates, and with the help of her alchemist friend, she adds a twist of magic, her newest obsession. Her least dangerous weapon is her .44 Magnum with electrical bullets made to send an electric jolt into the target, similar to a taser with a higher voltage. The first gun she is prepared to pull out is usually her Glock, while her favorite is the first revolver gun she ever crafted with especially made bullets to incapacitate and even kill, the strongest of monsters will elements borrowed from a Reaper's blade. If she is feeling saucy then she will bring and whip out her semi automatic rifle and paint the town. Although she is trained in using all sorts of firearms and military weaponry, she usually stays away from explosives. They are too messy for her.
Depending on the mission or day, Wyatt wears holsters on her shoulders, hips, and legs. She always at least has two. Due to her main choice in weapon she also can always be found carrying ammo, even when not out on the job. They are everywhere. Now, for her engineer equipment she carries a gun repair kit but is known for using weird odds and ends to upgrade or fix a weapon on the spot. She has this weird attachment to this particular purple screwdriver that she never departs from. She also always carries this little (but mighty) folding hunting knife and flashlight taser her father gave to her when she was in middle school. Lastly, Wyatt's uniform consists of Spectra fiber and Shear-Thickening Fluid which is flexible, comfortable, and safe, especially for her line of business.
Direction in Life:
Wyatt absolutely adores the science of technology. She enjoys figuring out the ins and outs then using that knowledge to create something new, and better, something never before seen. Revolutionizing military weapons is her aspiration in life. She wants to be the first innovator to combine the world's newfound magic and human weapons efficiently. With her main focus for her future on her career, Wyatt also wants to be recognized as the first successful psychic engineer.
Despite being a prodigy in engineering, Wyatt has always remained humble and open to critique or praise. She will still stick up for her idea with facts and experiments and if proven wrong she accepts that new information and uses it for her new prototype. She does not react to senseless compliments from people who do not have a true understanding of the subject and are just amazed, she will be polite and thank them but truly does not care for it. She appreciates real feedback. Wyatt is extremely determined, obsessive, and compulsive when it comes to perfecting a prototype or research. She is devoted to her studies and career, often putting it above her health. With being so curious and observant, she easily becomes distracted, her powerful mind similar to a computer, comparing the amount of information being shifted through. She may be playful but she can often be dorkish. The spunky engineer is simply a quirky, nerdy, tomboyish sass-master. While being compassionate about her career and studies, Wyatt also knows that to be a person in her study, that she must never devalue humans. She was raised to be earnest, dependable, and responsible, in order to ensure that she would never stray down a dark path. In her own way she is charismatic and confident, however has a habit of being blunt and strong-minded. Wyatt does not allow people to manipulate her or mistake her goodness for weakness. Despite her patience and uncomplaining attitude, she can still snap and remind someone that she does not fall for their games.
Wyatt likes puzzles and mind
games, she believes that fitness for the mind is just as important, and possibly even more important, than the fitness of the body. She welcomes challenges and refuses to give up unless it is logically possible. She will laugh at corny dad jokes, believing that humor is everywhere. And she is usually always up for a joke, even when in the middle of being in deep thought. Unless it is a moral joke or a joke about some sort abuse, then Wyatt is fairly light-hearted, she likes everyone else has boundaries. Speaking of which, Wyatt is not emotionally bothered. She is fairly practical and does not rush to react emotionally. Although just because she does not express extreme emotions often, this does not mean that she is emotionless or monotone. She is a very bright and colorful person. Wyatt likes competition and challenges, and is willing to throw a couple elbows to win, however she would never resort to cheating. An old soul, she likes 50's music and blares it through her garage/workshop when at work. When she was younger, there was a time when she wanted to be a classic pop singer, R&B singer, and jazz singer--unable to just pick one. On the opposite spectrum of knowing the mechanic of cars, Wyatt also quickly grew to love dancing, a skill she never shows. Wyatt of course is not always a happy-go-lucky girl. She hates when people bring her gender or race into things. Being judged by any aspect that makes her her, is infuriating, so one better prepare for a rant. Wyatt has a small amount of self-disgust or hatred with herself because, unable to help herself, she has a strong prejudice towards werewolves due to an incident from her past... As previously stated that she is serious about her work, Wyatt hates having her integrity called into question. Due to the fact that she always gives above 100%, and strives for perfection, she finds it deeply discouraging when people doubt or ridicule her, especially when they have a higher education on the subject, similar to her. Wyatt has a habit of chewing gum and snacking while working. But also has a bad habit of biting or nibbling on writing utensils. She is also fairly antsy, and will express her need to move by drumming her fingers on a surface or eating/chewing.
Standing at 5 feet and 10 and a 1/2 inches, Wyatt is certainly healthy with her hourglass figure, her body a pleasant mixture of fat and muscle. With a figure she can thank her mother for, Wyatt is ironically feminine despite her random spurts of effort to lose the curves for muscle. Her long limbs are passed down from her father, which she can thank her long legs for. A sizable bust and wide hips, she tends to gain unwanted attention which often conflicts with her aspirations in life. Her diamond shaped face is sprinkled with tan freckles, a trait of her father's, and the freckles tend to gather the most around her nose and cheekbones, accenting their height. Her full lips naturally have a plump pout and are a soft pink when she does not wear lipstick, her usual being a sun-dried red. Wyatt's upturn eyes are an amazing gold color, but can switch to a gold outer ring and green towards the pupil, this usually occurs when it is cold. Abnormally, Wyatt has a light ash blonde hair which falls in natural waves to the top of her chest. She either leaves it down or throws on a hat and ties her hair messily into a quick ponytail. If her goal is to not get her hair caught in some mechanical device then she does her tight but efficient ballerina bun atop her head. Although Wyatt does not care for appearances, she usually decorates her eyes with a single color of eyeshadow to match her lip color. Her hands are calloused from vigorous working and are decorated with random but small scars from accidents. She has an old scar on the back of her left shoulder blade from an incident with fire, it is the size of a softball. Neither of her ears are pierced but she wears an old Vintage dog tag of an officer named Harrison Pierce, with a real, pea-sized diamond accent. She is usually never found out of her work uniform and always faintly smells of gasoline.
For she is an outlier who fought her way to earn a spot at the top. Being the daughter of a college physics professor, whom also won a Nobel Prize in physics, Wyatt A. Graham was destined to do great things. But it did not come as easily as most would perceive, growing up in the shadow of her mother put eternal strains on Wyatt. While trying to balance the influence she felt from her mother, the young girl had to ensure that she appreciated her father as well, who was only a humble car mechanic. Still, like a sponge she seemed to soak up knowledge easily and understood things adults could not. She showed excellent promise as a child, leaning away from TV and stuffed animals, and more towards building blocks and read-aloud books. Wyatt accelerated in school at a faster rate than the other kids in school, easily she was ushered into classes for the "gifted" and expected to continue to progress at amazing rates. Wyatt was always found with her head in a book, her other hand scribbling away furiously as she recorded notes. She took several visits to the library with her parents, and learned to read and write earlier than other children. Although Wyatt bonded fiercely with her mother, a memorable instance being the frequent airplane trips to other countries to give speeches, she also caught an extreme interest in mechanics, like her father. If her head was not stuck in a book then she was in her father's shop, wearing faded yellow overalls which were stained brown from numerous accounts with oils, underneath a car with him as he explained everything he was doing and the clues on how to recognize problems. As anyone would guess, her superior intelligence created a distance between her and other kids. But, aha!
-- little Wyatt and her parents knew exactly how to stop that. They were sure to teach her proper morals and healthy social habits, so she would not fiercely depend on science.
A factor about her life that cannot be ignored is her older sister, Ali'ikai Kala Graham-- obviously the one who took the more cultural side, a choice made by her mother since she was the first-born. Ali was
the opposite of Wyatt. She was artistic and normal, yes she was brighter than other students but nothing phenomenal. She was very helpful and a good influence to little Wyatt. She also never became jealous of her little sister's success, always urging her on even when her sister surpassed her. The year difference was only three and nothing ever came in-between them. Around the time of when the large ball of fire brought magic to Earth, the girls were teens. Wyatt's tomboyish nature was very obvious now, which conflicted with her body reacting to puberty in favor of the opinion of most boys. Meanwhile Ali was the popular, girly-girl. Still, this did not break their bond or cause conflict. One day, Ali was going to a party per usual, which was allowed due to the trusting relationship the parents had with their kids. And that faithful night Ali was murdered, by a teen werewolf who could not control his rage during the full moon. This tragic event was extremely heart breaking to the family, and hurt Wyatt the most. Though to this day she may seem unaffected, the truth is that she lost part of herself and now carries a prejudice against werewolves, her first gun engineered had silver bullets. Wyatt used this sadness to further burrow herself into her work, her dream ushered forward by this passing. Wyatt quickly recovered in highschool and graduated two years early. She has specializations and majors in many subjects, bringing a lot to her 23-year-old plate. With all of her skills it was obvious that SIN would request her services and expertise. She was at first simply doing repairs on general mechanics, then became part of the weaponry division for engineering, and recently she proposed her technomagical weaponry idea and now has her own personal research group. She devotes her life to this now.
Somewhere in a large compound, within a dark and junk-filled room, sat a tall, young woman with a screwdriver in hand and an old cap on her head, casting a shadow on her face. Her environment was dark, and the mechanical materials shrunk the initial large size of the room. Nothing hung from the high ceilings but instead, the entire ceiling's surface produced light. Though the woman kept the illumination low when her eyes strained from hours upon hours of work, the ceiling was capable of truly filling the space with bright light. Her shoulders were tense but her fingers were nimble, a small screwdriver in hand as she adjusted the configuration. Sweat clung to the top of her brow and the gum in her mouth was now flavorless from constant chewing. Within the darkness blanketed onto her face were a pair of narrowed gold eyes, focused and stern. The rose gold flecks swam within her irises, their fierceness swallowed by the large pupil, eager to seek light while stuck in the shadows. Among the deep humming of machines that surrounded her and loud vibrations from other metal knick-knacks, there was a distant thumping noise, soothing but unique from the rest...
Suddenly she sat up from her rolling stool, and whipped her hat off of her head, allowing waves upon waves to be freed from the dirty cap. Using the back of her hand she rubbed an itching spot on her forehead, leaning a smudge of black oil in its wake. Quiet humming left in mumbles from her lips but quickly became a serenade. Her shoulders shook and her head bobbed right and left, then soon her hips were following in rhythm. Holding the butt of the screwdriver below her mouth and close to her chest, she extended her left arm and pushed it outwards. "There's goes my baby
," she sang loudly, the earbuds stuck beneath her pale, blonde locks blasting the music, nearly making her tone deaf. "Movin' on, down the line...
" she continued, nodding along with the beat as she moved her left hand from left to right as if her 'baby' was actually leaving. Eyes closed, she put her heart and soul into the lyrics. "Wonder where, wonder where, wonder where, she is bound
?" Her hand then moved above her head, as if singing to some sort of Heaven. "I broke her heart. It made her cry. Now I'm alone. So all alone. What can I do? What can I do
?" She shook her head at the end of each question, a faux expression of sadness taking over her features. Although she was lost in the song, her mind was still at work. Hundreds of calculations and facts were spinning and weaving around in her head even when her body was caught in a trance. Flexing her knees she used a metal cabinet to push herself across the lab, her hair flinging onto her other shoulder from the motion. As the chorus sang, she threw her screwdriver into the air and caught it, snatching the pliers from a tray and pushing herself across the room again. "O-oo-o-oo-oh
!" As she neared the mechanical arms holding the giant military machine gun, she slid off of her seat and hopped onto her feet. Rhythmically her hips shook back and forth, a vigorous fever dancing up her spine from the entrancing music slinking through her ears. "O-oo-o-oo-ah!
Unknown to her, a figure lurked in the hallway that fed into her lab. Darkened by shadows, it stood there but watched. It noticed her feverish dancing and modulated voice. It was quite the sight: the genius who usually spouted nonsense letting it loose in her lab. It actually made her more appealing, if one replaced her rambles with dancing. She certainly had the body for it. The figure decided it was creepy to stare and watch--even though they had been there fore a while, but for their thoughts to travel there... They had to start trying to get her attention again, so they stepped out of the darkness and called out to her, "Ms. Wyatt!
Their shout finally reached her ears somehow and the young woman known as Wyatt stopped singing and prodding at the giant gun. Perking up to the sound of being beckoned, she tilted her head at the Intern and looked at them expectantly. Quickly her brain registered the given situation, "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" She eagerly turned her music down and pulled out her earbuds. A large grin spread onto her face and a light blush dusted her tan cheeks, her embarrassment evident. "You have them?" Her eyes lit up at the intern held up the shiny blue bag of Keebler's frosted animal crackers. A squeal escaped her lips and she quickly extended her long legs towards the intern, reaching him within a few strides. Taking the bag she mumbled a 'thank you' and ran her fingers through her hair. Ripping off the seal to the bag she wrapped it around her gum and used levitation to throw it into the trash. Wyatt gushed, "I just love these little rascals. They provide me with just enough energy to get this brain going-- and yes I know that that is not exactly how it works. I am just referring to carbohydrates and their short term energy usage. Speaking of short-term, did you hear about the woman with short-term memory loss who was healed by gaining psychic abilities? Amazing huh? Just imagine the medical advancements from this phenomenon. Too bad I am not in biological sciences, then again I was never bewitched by biology. I was more interested in how technology made things easier for humans. People like to believe that technology has to be electrical or made of metal but truthfully is just has to be man-made and solve a problem. Isn't that beautifully simple?" The poor intern stuck a forced half-smile onto his face and robotically nodded to her nonsense. No wonder no one ever liked coming in here
, he thought. As he scrambled for an excuse to explain his reasoning for his departure, Wyatt popped a frosted cookie in her mouth and brought up her hand, pointer finger extended. "Oh wait, please listen to my new joke!" she pleaded, finishing in her chewing and licking her lips as she grinned wildly, running a hand through her hair to move it to her other shoulder. It was then that he noticed the oil smudged on her forehead. For some reason she seemed to have forgotten her gloves. Her excitement was rather obvious, she kept shifting her weight and her fingers were restless, her bright eyes seemed even brighter as she raised the intensity of the light in the room, realizing how dark it was. She flinched from the intensity but quickly recovered. "Why did the psychic never talk to anyone?" The intern certainly had his own opinion but kept it to himself and simply asked her, why?
Her painted lips then parted to reveal perfectly straight and white teeth. "Because she was a shy chick
." Wyatt then could not contain herself and fell into a fit of giggles, the sound may have been melodic but the intern was too bitter about the crappy joke. Curtly ending the conversation he exited her lab without anymore hesitation. The tall blonde simply tilted her head, no longer laughing, and pursed her lips. Staring at the door at the end of the hallway, she lost herself in her thoughts. This did not last long because there were too many and the past situation was not important enough. Popping an animal cracker in her mouth, she swiveled away and went back to work. Not dependent upon her powers, she pulled back a heavy metal door, revealing a large target. Going back to the weapon she was working on earlier, Wyatt returned to the back of the machine and pulled the long string, sending off a loud boom,
it made the room shake and the target was nothing but a blast mark on the wall behind where it used to be. "Fixed," she chirped, patting the large military weapon approvingly.
The Great Pretender by The Platters, All I Have To Do Is Dream by The Everly Brothers, Let The Good Times Roll by Shirley & Lee.