wasp; "the crazy one"

FIRST IMPRESSIONS ARE EVERYTHING

Hair Color: Strawberry-blonde, slightly past shoulder length
Eye Color: Shift between gold and honey-brown
Age: 15
Alias: Wasp
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 30th
Class: Class A
Height: 4’7”
Weight: 60 lbs.
Casual Appearance:
Wasp is certainly not the most intimidating person in build, barely reaching 4’7’ and 60 lbs. at best with thin willowy limbs and a lithe frame. But, her striking golden-brown eyes are more than adequately intimidating to make up for what she lacks physically. With a perfectly oval face, big eyes capable of displaying whatever emotion she chooses, high cheekbones, delicately arched eyebrows, and pouty lips, Wasp is merely a demon in an angel’s body. The layered strawberry blond hair hanging just past shoulder length is no doubt the most suitable color, as it displays her fiery personality, just as nature warns predators by giving its most poisonous creatures strikingly bright skin.


SECOND TIME:IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED TRY AGAIN

Roleplay example:
How is it that you think you’re always right?

Wasp wasn’t often asked questions by others as she rarely gave the clear cut answers people were looking for. “Why do you insist on thinking I’m always wrong?” The reply came out before she even bothered to think about it. And yet, rather than pursuing the argument, she turned and walked away. Why did she think she was always right? However much she’d prefer to lapse into some confusing and ambiguous sort of explanation, this answer was flat out common sense. Wasp simply found it difficult to operate on the assumption that she was always wrong. Who, in actuality, could work day to day in the position she was in believing that every answer they came up with, or even that facts that they obtained, was almost certainly incorrect?

She scoffed at the idea, deciding it to be a waste of her time, as she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jeans and slouched upstairs to her bedroom. Now that she was minutely irritated, Wasp didn’t trust herself being around others. She was more likely to do… unnecessary damage if she was to be anything but calm, though it certainly could be worse. The most negative aspect of being alone so much was that you had too much time to think. The entirety of the day had been nothing short of uneventful. With the exception of that boy who’d questioned her reasoning. Wasp drew her bony fingers though her hair, shuffling noncommittally to the window where her drapes remained parted from that morning when she’d awaken.

It was a hair past two o’clock, according to the clock on her wall, and there was absolutely nothing special or even mildly interesting about it. She turned and leaned against the window sill, the inch and a half of oak pressing into the small of her back as her line of sight remained directly in front of her, shifting from her perpetually unmade bed to the rich navy hue of her bedroom wall, then to the piles of books that littered her floor and the desk against the wall opposite her bed that she’d picked her way through without really having noticed. Her brow creased faintly, lips pursing as she mentally scanned over the books in her ‘read’ and ‘unread’ categories that were stacked in seemingly no particular order across the room’s entirety. However, they were in fact categorized by publication date, author, subject matter, number of pages, number of chapters, importance, and in some cases, by how long ago she’d read them.

Wasp tossed around the idea of moving some of the books out of her room and back into the library but decided against it and instead made a flying-leap onto her bed, landing on her side before the reflex of the bed springs caused her to bounce up, allowing her to right herself and lean back against the wall her bed was pressed against. Feeling around in the mess of sheets on either side of her body, she soon produced a baseball-sized rubber band ball and tossed it into the air a couple times before, her silver-toned eyes following its path before she gripped the ball firmly and threw it. The resulting trajectory sent it toward the wall on her left to bounce off the center of her door, across the room to rebound off the side of the window frame, then off the small shelf above the desk on the wall opposite her, upward off the ceiling, then back to Wasp. Every place the ball hit had a wear spot from years and years of the same pattern, even the young woman’s hands seemed to form a pocket for the ball to settle itself in without even thinking about it. Often the occupant of the room beside hers where the ball bounced off the shelf would complain, but Wasp always told them to suck it up. They could always leave the room if it bothered them that bad. Some people wrote or screamed or punched things to relieve stress, Wasp threw a rubber band ball along a pre-determined path.

THIRD TIME'S THE CHARM

Personality:
Wasp is like a car wreck, something you can’t help but look at and wonder about. What kind of childhood brought about such a girl who is outwardly blunt, rebellious, rude, and eager to ridicule others’ ideas, yet at the exact same time is peaceful and mild-mannered, having the ability to insult and state facts in the same instance? How can this one human being say some of the most debilitating things and yet still purposely not go for the largest flaw? The answer is simple. No, it’s not, actually. Just because there is a possibility that is simpler than the others does not mean it is the correct one. Especially since, being a master of deception and seeming to have no concern for those around her, Wasp has created a persona outside her own that has been slowly bleeding into her quiet side over many years of wearing the same mask.

There is only major factor that would give you any chance of understanding her: Wasp loves puzzles. To her, life is a massive puzzle with infinite clauses and hidden clues. Her stubborn, manipulative nature and ultimately relentless desire for the truth mixed with exceptional analytical and reasoning skills means puzzles get solved (people and rules be damned). For her own amusement, of course. And because she has so much time on her hands, she’s made herself into a puzzle. And the best part of this puzzle; there’s a missing piece that never existed. The ultimate puzzle that’ll never be finished.

Having a very skewed sense of near sociopathic humor (seeing as she finds failure of herself and others to be humorous), Wasp isn’t one who often responds to jokes but is beyond capable of formulating her own in her uniquely witty way. Seeing as failure is taboo to most of the orphans here at Wammy’s, her habit of bringing it to light, even at the most inappropriate times, generally unsettles people and allows her to find vicious pleasure in humiliating others in front of their peers. Her particular reason for doing so is often mistaken, though in a sense it’s because she sees herself as Wammy’s House’s Number One. Failure, that is. Wasp does not want to ‘be the best’ and ‘claim the title as L’. She just does what she wants for herself and hey, if someone’s in her way, take ‘em down. No one knows that, of course, as it’s fairly easy to assume that she wants to reach the top like everyone else.

The one and only thing that really makes Wasp uncomfortable, and even more snarky, are large groups of people. She will, begrudgingly, admit to people being necessary for proper development. And yet, being given a choice between a room full of people and a room full of books (that she hadn’t read yet), she’d chose the latter without even having heard what was behind the door. To Wasp, books (and the Socratic method) are the best way to teach people anything. Apart from sword swallowing, fire breathing, or juggling chainsaws. Her love of them is borderline bibliomaniac, but the main defining factor is that she can care less about what happens to the books after she’d read them, a similar way to how she reads people. All she wants is the information. This is probably one of Wasp’s only positive characteristics; her ability to store anything she reads, sees, or experiences with perfect accuracy. Better and faster than the world’s largest supercomputer, seeing as her mind is a catalogue of information not only from books and well, people, but from computer databases and servers as well that she can access at Wammy’s, seeing as many of them are unavailable to the general public.

Wasp’s biggest flaw in the eyes of others is likely that she never justifies anything she does, even though she seemingly acts (and speaks) before thinking and with proactive lack of justification. To make things be seen for what they are, nothing more and nothing less. Due to her psychological brutality and apparent indifference to humane considerations, she makes herself vulnerable to others’ judgment and strips herself of any protection conventional respectability would’ve provided. But, she does the same thing to all others, even if they don’t know about it yet. However, that leaves any sort of personal connection she has with anyone based on the barest factors and for the sake of the connection with no sort of gain otherwise.

In Layman’s terms, Wasp is just the fastidious ‘b with an itch’ and equal opportunity offender,mixed with a raving lunatic that people tend to avoid, simply because being around her would cause many to realize they really don’t know anything. Even if they could possibly learn something from her in turn.

Likes:Fire & Computers & Math & Telling People Off & Weapons & Chess & Winning & Puzzles
Dislikes:People ;; Idiocy ;; Meat ;; Drugs ;; Illness ;; People Delving Into Her Personal Life
Fears:–Death By Asphyxiation – Staying At Wammy’s Forever-
Background:
Magge Sjölander. Honestly, Magge had no idea how many times people had slipped curses into her name either mentally or in verbally, but, she was pretty sure her mother started the day she was born. She and Alicia, her older fraternal twin. Sonja Sjölander and Niklous Ross, her mother and her sperm donor. Ross was a former KGB operative who was granted political asylum in Sweden after the collapse of Soviet rule. He was never interested in a wife or kids, and while he got the latter, Sonja was always just a piece of ass to him. He beat her, verbally and psychologically abused her. Though he pretty much just acted like Magge and Alicia didn’t exist. Once or twice he may have spanked them for getting in his way or disrespecting him, but, it was nothing major.

The beating Magge was surrounded by at home was no doubt what lead to her own violent tendencies, shown at one point when she was in class and they had a substitute math teacher when she was seven. She continued pressuring Magge to answer a question correctly, which she’d already done, and in which case the key in the book was wrong. Magge figured it should be obvious to anyone. The teacher became more and more obstinate and after laying a hand on Magge’s shoulder to get her attention, the young girl launched her math book at the teacher’s head. Her class mates had to hold her back hissing and kicking from full out attacking. A few months later Gustav Wollenchenk, the school brute with the IQ of a shovel, started beating on her behind the gym. But, with her nature, Magge didn’t know when to give up, even though she was clearly outmatched. He gave her two good hits to the jaw and knocked the breath out of her before leaving her in a heap behind the building. Two days later she came back with a baseball bat and slugged him in the side of the head in the middle of the playground. Pressing the bat to his throat, she leaned down and whispered in his ear that if he ever touched her again, she’d kill him.

Alicia blocked everything out. Sonja always sent them to a different room whenever Ross came around, usually drunk out of his mind, but both girls knew what was going on. And while Alicia would go up and hug her father after it was over as if nothing happened, Magge felt the need to protect her mother. When she was eight, Ross was gone for many months, and Magge thought he was gone for good, but when he came back and the cycle of sex-drink-abuse was set in motion, Magge reacted. When Ross went to beatingSonja, Magge grabbed a kitchen knife and stabbed him about 5 times in the shoulder before he managed to grab the knife and punch her in the face before running off.

Magge played truant from school every day to watch out for her mother, who wouldn’t go to the police or break it off with Ross for God knows what reason, and plan for the time he would return. He came back the first day she went back to school. Magge arrived home just as he was leaving, and he didn’t say anything to her, just laughed. She found her mother unconscious on the kitchen floor and after running to catch up to Ross, she launched a milk carton filled with gasoline followed by a lit match through his car window, presumably when he rolled it down to say something to her. The car went up in flames, and although he survived, the whole left side of his body was horribly burned and his left foot had to be amputated.

When the fire department arrived to put out the fire, followed by the medics, Magge tried to get them to forget Ross and go help her mother, but they pushed her aside. Eventually she was pointed out by witnesses who saw her throw the Molotov cocktail and even though she tried to explain what happened, no one seemed to listen to her and she ended up in the back of a police cruiser. It was another hour before anyone checked the apartment and came across her mother. She was unconscious, caused by the first of a long line of small cerebral hemorrhages that were caused by the constant beating. Sonja would never recover and eventually pass away.

After the incident, Magge was admitted to a children’s psychiatric ward in Uppsala, Sweden and placed in the care of one Dr. Vagner. Dr. Vagner had been the root of many problems she encountered early on, seeing as he believed any patient who disagreed with his reasoning or methods was “unruly and unmanageable”. His ‘treatment’ was strapping them down to a bed in a room with four walls and a door. That’s the situation Magge found herself in the day she turned nine. She made a promise to herself never to talk to another psychologist again, and she kept that promise. She taught herself control, and no longer threw any fits on days she was released from isolation and would talk politely with nurses or kitchen staff. The reason she decided never to speak to doctors? Because they never listened to what she said.

During the end of her time in Uppsala, Magge was in isolation a lot less, and only so when she’d irritated Dr. Vagner in some way. That usually happened right when he’d laid eyes on her. He did everything he could to get her to acknowledge him, resorting to prescribing her a psychiatric drug that made it hard to breath or even think, which lead to anxiety. She refused to take them, which lead to force feeding. She stuck her finger down her throat and threw up on the doctor that’d made her take them. Afterwards, they’d strap her down, pry open her jaw and force her to take them. At that point, she eventually taught herself to throw up without using her finger. The extra work and mess it caused soon lead to the suspension of the drug.

At 10, her case manager Henry Larsson eventually got her out of the ward and back to Stockholm to live with a foster family. The turn in events shocked her, but, she knew that if Vagner was in charge, she would’ve never left that isolation room. The she was in the care of the first foster family for only a short time before taking off and making her way back to Henry’s door step. The next couple she left after only a few weeks and when she was found she was in the home of an older man. He gave her food and shelter and never once touched her. He only wanted to look. Though she was urged to press charges, she said she had no reason to. She was sent back into Larsson’s care after being deemed incompetent. She was with Larsson until she was 14, at which point he had a stroke which left him incapable of taking care of her any longer. Her case was passed on to Steig Björk. She could handle Vagner, but Björk was a whole new level all together.

After only several weeks of living with the man, she came to realize that Björk enjoyed raping his young female office associates in return for higher pays. By the third occurrence, she’d secretly videotaped the event and from that point on held the proof over his head. She held on to the DVD for nearly another 2 months before Björk died of a heroin overdose in his bathroom. It was only at this point in which her case was left open did she come to the attention of Quillish Wammy, based on the results of an IQ test Larsson had given her when she was first released from the psychiatric ward. She was given the choice to accept and come to Wammy’s, or go on having her case tossed around from manager to manager. She chose the former. That was almost three months ago.

Skills: Writing Computer Programs..Espionage..Finding Hidden Patterns
Additional Notes: #She Makes Up Nicknames For Everyone She Interacts With And Refers To Them As Such In Her Head # Wasp Is Terrified Of Her Father # She Does NOT Want To Be L #Wasp Has a Photographic Memory#

wow that was long 0_o
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