Thread: X-Men vs The Brotherhood (Naomi David X nobody)

Charlotte Carstairs was not your average 18 year old girl. Normal 18 year old girls didn't have hydrokinetic abilities nor did they have cryokinetic abilities, abilities she had. Normal 18 year old girls didn't have such a high control of said powers. Normal 18 year old girls didn't get expelled from home because they were different. Normal 18 year old girls weren't mutants, or 'freak', as her parents had called her as they had kicked her out of the family home. At least she had graduated high school. She was tall, standing at 6 feet even. She had pale skin, had a curvy build, though she was very strong. Her hair was long, thick, wavy, and shiny, and a pale, pale blonde, nearly silver. Her face was heart shaped, her eyes almond shaped, and her eyes a pale, pale blue. Living on the streets was rough, it really sucked to not have a square meal as often as she wanted... But now, after 6 months of the hard knocks life, she was a very accomplished thief, much as she hated stealing. Food, money, clothing, the essentials were what she stole. She lived not far from an art gallery, she was excellent with tools and machinery, and she had rigged many necessary machines in a small loft she was squatting in. Washer, dryer, fridge, freezer, shower... She didn't need heating or cooling, her abilities took care of that, she was always at a comfortable body temperature... But now, she strongly desired Starbucks coffee, and soup. She'd probably get a tall sized drink and the soup, and be happy, so she got 30 out of her stealings, and made her way to Starbucks. Though she didn't need to wear warm clothing, it was best to do so to avoid suspicion amongst the mundanes, though odds were they'd assume she was some dumb kid trying to see how long she could last before caving to the need of a warm jacket. She wore a warm black Columbia jacket, a black Under Armor hat and undershirt, a black Puma shirt over the undershirt, black denim jeans, Under Armor gloves, and thigh high black leather snow boots. Least she managed to get all the security tags off before stealing. She looked like any other 18 year old just walking to the local coffee joint. She loved the food Starbucks had. Made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, like a good shower. She was happy she was 'living' near an art gallery, she had been brought up to appreciate the nicer things in life, or, the more expensive things in life. Being near parks, art, or any museum, or at a library, made her feel like she was at home. As such, one could commonly find her at any one of those places. If she couldn't go to college now, at least she could somewhat continue her education through these other places. Water healed her every wound and sickness, it gave her renewed strength and energy, truly, it was the stuff of life. She could turn herself into mist, an ability that proved itself useful time and again when she was stealing. She could control the cold, snow and ice, all of it. Hell, she could make it snow if she wanted to. Which she was doing right now, making it snow. During her wanderings as of late she had heard children bemoaning the lack of snow. Instead of unhappy children right now, she heard cries of glee and joy. Come Christmas time, she'd really make it snow, though not to the point where it'd be too dangerous to travel.