ROURKE CASSIDY, theresa maureen, [ siryn ]

Full Name: theresa maureen rourke cassidy
Nicknames: tracy . reese . terry . resa . red . lungs
Codename: siryn
Age: sixteen
Affiliation: x-men
Status: student

Member Title: ' ' scream out LOUD !
Physical Description:

Theresa has bright red hair that hangs down to her waist when left loose. Blue eyes stand out with her fair complexion, though if she spends enough time outdoors a splash of freckles will become more evident across her nose and cheeks. Theresa is rather tiny, something due to her Irish heritage. She looks young for her age, and can usually pass for a child.

Being raised by her cousin was an interesting challenge for Theresa. Her family has money and as such she was forced to learn the mannerisms that comes with high society. In public she has exceptional posture. She stands straight and as tall as her tiny figure will allow, all in the name of pride. However, years of living with the mansion has allowed Theresa to slack off on some of her good manners. When she's bored she'll slouch in her seat, but only for a short while as it hurts her back after all those years of straight backed chairs.

For clothing Theresa is fond of jeans and tee-shirts, though the occasional sundress or skirt in the summer will find its way to the front of her closet. She likes the color green, as well as the color blue, but only because they don't clash horribly with her hair color. Theresa opts for a casual style in order to be able to move about freely should trouble arise. However Theresa does know how to dress the part of high society. She, like many girls, can become excited when having to dress up for a fancy evening out on the town, but she wouldn't like to make it an everday occurrence on her part. Theresa cherishes comfort, possibly because her father is the exact opposite of her.

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Personality:

Theresa is the average head strong teenager. She will do as she's told after much complaining and muttering. Unlike the typical red head stereotype this teen has yet to lose her cool with very many people. It doesn't take much to rile Theresa up. She comes from a long line of Irish tempers and more often than not she will inflict her "voice" on people without meaning too. She has little patience when it comes to people, a large of which is due to being raised to always be on the go. She doesn't like sitting around and would much rather be outdoors than indoors.

When meeting new people Theresa strives to stay neutral and not judge people, but unfortunately years of being raised by her uncle has made the teen slightly shallow when it comes to looks. She can be friendly with those she is comfortable with, but around strangers Theresa can come off as cold and distant. It's a force of habit to distrust newcomers rather than trust them. Though it must be said that with close friends Theresa is very loyal, and would do nothing to ruin the friendship she has with that person.

Along with her basic teenage rebellion Theresa has been known to take the occasional drink or smoke when out on the town. Part of it has to do with wanting to forget the screwed up past she has lived, as well as to help forget the fact that she's practically an orphan these days. She blames her father for all her wrongdoings and wants nothing to do with him, but at the same time Theresa still wishes for a sense of normalcy and a decent relationship with her father as most young girls on TV seem to have. While school has never been something she has enjoyed it helps keep her from dwelling on the past.

Power Description:

Theresa has sonic powers a lot like the ones of her father Banshee, however she is capable of using her powers in ways that he cannot. She emits high-decibel "sonic screams", but at the same time she can vary the pitch to deflect projectiles. She also has an enhanced sense of hearing and can use her voice for echolocation. While screaming Theresa is able to fly, which is rumored to be due to a limited psionic ability. Theresa also has especially potent sonic attacks, meaning she can shatter objects, project sonic force, or cause pain and unconsciousness with her screams.

Theresa is also able to subtly influence and control others with her sonic screams and also cause them to enter a trance-like hypnotic state. Theresa also possesses the ability to block out others from hearing sounds so that she can secretly deliver messages or other important information in the field--something she hasn't had much of a chance to do because of her young age. As such, Theresa still can't control her powers. She has trouble getting the pitch to stay at a certain decibel level, and after a continuous bout of using her powers she can develop migraines that leave her down for close to a week trying to recover.

Because her powers are sonic Theresa is not immune from physical injury. She's actually more susceptible because she has no form of protection when not utilizing her powers. In addition to this Theresa has to take deep breaths to use her powers, meaning that when the breath runs out her powers run out and she must recapture her breath before using her powers again. This can be a rather large issue because the breaks will leave her ragged and tired in between, almost like she's run a marathon.

Family:

father ;; sean cassidy [ BANSHEE ] - estranged relations
mother ;; maeve rourke - deceased
uncle ;; thomas cassidy [ BLACK TOM ] - estranged relations

History:

Theresa was born to Maeve Rourke and Sean Cassidy. At the time her father worked for INTERPOL and so he wasn't around during the IRA bombing that ultimately killed her mother and left her homeless. Her cousin Tom managed to save her but because of bad relations with her father never told Sean that she was alive. Instead he took Theresa with him to America where she was raised in California.

Living with her cousin Tom wasn't really that bad--not until they went broke and had to resort to picking pockets to make ends meet. Theresa had never liked stealing but never had a choice in the matter. This went on until she was around ten when her powers developed. Theresa was under a lot of stress she she picked pockets because there was always that chance of getting caught. And finally one day she did. The man was a detective in civilian clothing and had felt her reaching into his pocket. He quickly turned around and grabbed her wrist with a look of pure malice. Theresa reacted by screaming--but the scream grew louder and louder until everyone within a fifty foot radius had passed out.

Theresa didn't know what to do, but only because she wasn't sure what had happened. Unfortunately not only did her cousin Tom arrive at the scene--but so did her father. The men got into an argument that ended with Theresa being taken away by her father who had been in the city on a business trip. Because they hadn't met until then things were awkward for a week. Sean was always busy working and so Theresa felt abandoned. She tried to bring this up with her father but he never wanted to talk about it, so she started screaming at him--and that only made the Hotel Manager angry when the windows broke.

So at the age of twelve Theresa was sent to a school run by a friend of her father's: Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. There she found that she wasn't the only one able to make things happen for no reason whatsoever and for the first time in a long time she felt like she belonged somewhere. Theresa was hurt that her father had left her again but because of all the friends she had made at the mansion the pain wasn't as much as before.

When she was fourteen the Wolverine and Rogue arrived on the campus, resulting in a few minor scuffles between the X-Men and Brotherhood. The following year was even worse because Stryker raided the mansion. It was Theresa who woke up and scared everyone away even though they later her shot her with a tranquilizer--but Piotr saved her and she was able to get away with everyone else. Then came the cure and Jean rising from the dead, the likes of which convinced her that being a mutant wasn't something she could change. In the end there was more death and destruction, leaving her to mourn extensively along with everyone else after the Professor died. Since then she has tried her best to concentrate on school and training, though she has been itching to break free from her father's reign.

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Her patience was wearing thin. That was usually how it went in cases like these. She tried to be patient, usually going far and beyond her usual case of patience, but in the end the teen always seemed to fail. They said it was in her blood to blow up at people; to never give the benefit of the doubt and trust them. The war, they added. It all had to do with that bloody war across the ocean. Tracy had never really understood that form of reasoning. She hadn't grown up in Ireland during the war; it had mostly ended by the time she had been brought into the world, and even then she didn't spend a great deal of time in Ireland to feel as though she needed to continue the odd prejudices that continued. Most of her life had been spent in the United States, not that it had done any good in regards to her speech patterns. Tracy had picked up her Irish brogue from her uncle, and now that her father saw fit to call her every few days to see how she was doing the redhead was seeing a pattern: she would always look and sound Irish, and to a great many people she would forever act Irish, but in the end that wasn't who she was.

Tracy didn't really know who she was to begin with. There were so many different aspects to her that it was hard to remember she wasn't one of those few unfortunate souls that were bogged down with multiple personalities. She was actually sane, or as sane as any teenage mutant girl could be. Perhaps that was how she was supposed to think of herself -- as a mutant. It was certainly a large aspect to her character. She had been born with a gift, giving her the ability to do whatever she wanted with her life. The Professor had told her upon arriving at the mansion that she could do with her gift whatever she wanted, and that if she shouldn't take anything else away from her education at the mansion she should at least take care to remember that with great power came great responsibility. Tracy hated when people did that to her; their tones became serious, their faces changed form, and they acted as though they were giving her a tiny little secret that no one else in the world knew. The teen hated to be talked down to like that, and it was still one reason why she had to grudgingly admit that yes, she did have a temper problem. And it was this little notion that brings us back to the present.

The Irish girl bit down on her tongue, her eyes still centered on the boy in front of her. Dating was all new territory for her. She had very little experience with it, and while she didn't really have a problem with boys in general, she was finding that dating them could be rather boring ... or at least this one in particular. She had come across him at the mall while she had been out with her roommate. At first Tracy had told him to buzz off and leave her alone, but after much cajoling she had agreed that sure, why not meet him the next day for a cup of coffee? She could think of several good reasons why she should have said no now ... but now was much too late to be thinking of such things. The good news was that the boy was human, or as far as she knew he was a human. He was most definitely not a student at Xavier's, which meant she would never have to see him again after today. Naturally today couldn't end early enough. The last glance at the clock behind her date's head had told her that time was going a little bit slower than usual. The whole thing was turning out to be pure torture, really.

Tracy brought a hand up to her forehead, rubbing it carefully as she smiled to show that she was indeed listening to his exploits as a skateboarder. Truthfully the teen wanted to open her mouth and let out an earth shattering scream. She could do it too. That didn't require a great deal of effort, only a great deal of explaining herself afterwards. She didn't really see the point behind it all. She had been born a mutant, so why couldn't she use what she had been born with to do as she pleased? No one ever said a thing when someone used their knack at mathematics to become an accountant or whatever. No one complained when someone born with great compassion tried to save the world one orphan at a time -- so how was she any different? Oh, one could go on about her abusing her powers to harm another person, but that really depended on how one looked at the situation, and to Tracy this situation called for drastic measures. However, a grounding and a potential phone call from her father kept her from acting out on her whims. She would simply have to endure this date for a few more minutes, claim to need to use the women's restroom and slip out the door before he was any the wiser ...

And that was precisely how it would have happened had the damn boy snapped his fingers in front of her face, forcing the teen to blink in surprise and irritation as she refocused her gaze on him. "What?" she demanded? "What the bloody hell could you want with me now? I've been listening to you for a good fucking hour now -- so don't you dare snap your fingers at me, alright?" And that should have ended that. Tracy was already getting to her feet, tossing a crumpled dollar atop the table as the boy sputtered in surprise at her outburst, choosing to end with a foul name directed at her. And that, that was the last straw. Tracy narrowed her eyes, her face already turning pink with unveiled anger, and opened her mouth, emitting a very loud shriek that began to echo, causing glass to shatter and the room to shake. Sometimes letting loose was for the best, even if it did mean outing herself as a mutant. She had always thought skulking around as though she were afraid of her powers had been something of a hypocrisy in self-confidence classes, and really, she didn't give a damn who hated her right now. It was better than having to listen to someone call her names she didn't like to be called.

And so that was how Theresa Maureen Rourke Cassidy ended her first date with a complete stranger, vowing from then on out to only date men she knew.

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