<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e3/e7/1e/e3e71ebf008a98a5385ffd5a619a740f.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Basics</span></span><br/><strong>Character name:</strong>Delilah Quin Delounge<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Arctic Mist<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Age:</strong>18<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'2<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>108<br/><strong>Hair color:</strong>Arctic White<br/><strong>Eye color:</strong>Frosted with a hint of powder blue<br/><strong>Hometown/Place of birth:</strong>Lancaster, Pennsylvania<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u">More Personal</span></span><br/><strong>Family:</strong>Allison Delounge -Mother (Human)<br/>David Delounge- Father (Human)<br/><br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Delilah tends to over think things especially when it comes to interacting with others, the girl more often than not finding a secluded area to either sketch or play her violin when situations become much too draining to keep from being overwhelming for herself.Bashful and meek she rarely is the kind to speak up for herself more so letting herself get dragged along by others and for the most part she is happy that way, as little of the attention on her the better in her mind. Growing up the way she had has made a profound impact upon her even to this day, the petite female finding herself more engaged with books or studying than the next rumbling rumor or crazy antics the school can provide on a daily basis. That's not to say however she isn't spineless, as those she does consider close know just how loyal she can truly be, that if one is able to get through her arm length barrier shielded around herself they would find a young girl who only wants to make those around her happy and most importantly safe.Delilah does however have a tendency to withdraw on herself in the form of nervous trembling or stuttering, her compulsion to wear heavy long sweaters hiding her insecurities from sight as the subject is a tender one at that.When truly provoked or in a fit of fear she quickly looses what little control she has and as a result has been known to freeze objects or even those nearby without a thought, though these episodes are less frequent now as they had been in the past; namely due to her quickly fleeing.<br/><br/><strong>Hobbies:</strong>Drawing, Painting, Playing the violin, Studying, Reading<br/><br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>The only child to a pair of hard working middle class folks from the same town they grew up within, Delilah's childhood was everything the traditional run of the mill sort of instance that many would perceive as dull and mundane at best, certainly not believing in the events that would take place that fateful day would happen to anyone much less themselves for that matter. Delilah had been a happy and sweet child growing up as the curious little tyke found herself drawn to anything relating to the arts whether it be painting (all over her mother's sheets with ink), drawing (an embarrassing story often used against her with the fateful permanent marker to the brand new wall), but mostly importantly music as with the sweet sounds of the violin she fell in love with became a life long passion she holds the strongest to this day. From the moment she was able to fully hold her own to her chin Delilah became obsessed in learning the beautiful instrument and all the secrets it held in it's somberly sweet melodies created by strings and fingers alike. Her parents fully encouraged their daughter in various lessons and tutoring though found her natural ear for the sound of music vastly surpassing the need as by the time Delilah was 10 she had begun to write her own music in accordance to the mystical melodies within her creative mind.<br/><br/>Life until then had been simply picturesque of the american dream,yet within a blink of an eye their once serene and peaceful existence came to clash with forces of fate that no one could have ever expected. That fateful evening had started like any other for the small family as they had sunk into their usual habit for the evening and made their way to bed as they had done every night before hand so many times over, unknowing what threat awaited them as darkness fell over into night to give cover for the culprit that would shake their comfy household like never before. The space heater for that cold October night had malfunctioned unbeknownst to the family much less the little girl slumbering a few feet away from the object as the whipping wind from just outside hid the growing hiss that was steadily building up pressure like an awaiting bomb about to erupt. Only later the Delounges would learn the space heater itself had been the cause of the roaring fire that set their house ablaze, a malfunction causing it to send off sparks before it ultimately engulfed itself from the intense heat radiating from it that caught everything around it's radius in a blinding wave of scolding fire. All Delilah could remember of that night was her blood curdling screams ringing out even before her young mind could process what was happening, that even to this day she wasn't truly certain of the events during with the exception of the blistering agony rippling across her form; but she certainly remembered what happened afterwards. The fire claimed nearly half of their home before it was properly extinguished by the speedy call of the fire department from a concerned neighbor who saw the initial flames and implosion, though for the young parents their greatest concern was for their daughter as her close proximity to the flames nearly claimed what they found most precious of all.<br/><br/>The following weeks had been touch and go for young Delilah as she spent a lengthy amount of time in recovery the explosion hurdling a piece of white hot metal to strike her sleeping form that resulted in a gash and fear of concussion for one so small as she was even for her age. Most tragic of all however were those nimble fingers and hands she used to make such beautiful sounds and images with as after everything was all said and done Delilah found herself unable to pick up her most prized possession, the extent of her burns traveling up her small arms leaving her horrifically scarred and with no sense of touch to be felt. The family did their best to try and pick up the pieces of their lives once more as they relocated at a relative's house nearby while their own was being rebuilt, yet to their own grief they saw the significant change within their once lively and cheery daughter as utter depression swiftly took over the once happy child. Where as her presence once brought a gleam of light to every room she resided within was now replaced with the shell shock recluse as Delilah barred herself away from peering eyes, the grievous wounds she had gained not only painful but had as well taken the very life from her as she nearly lost her will all together being unable to create with her own hands.<br/><br/>That is until a mysterious letter was left on the windshield of the family car upon leaving the hospital for an appointment to try and implement Delilah into getting skin grafts for her damaged arms, the lengthy list of applicants far too harrowing even to be accepted into as the letter itself seemed to finally bring a beacon of hope into their grieving lives. It promised results without the need to wait years for donors to be summoned, an experimental drug that needed test subjects and would use Delilah as it's launching pad for case study in order to show it's results and mass market the miracle substance; it all sounded too good and the Delounges were willing to try anything. There were contracts of course as with anything revolving around such a matter yet had they known now what the results would create the young parents would have found more questions of the unknown organization much less not taken the plunge as they had in an effort to help bring some joy back to their daughter that had been lost. The procedure was simple. A simple shot that was unfelt and the effects would soon be made clear, and for a few hours it did seem to work as told; that for the first time in months Delilah was able to move her fingers and even manage to hold objects in her hands that were told were beyond repair. Beyond ecstatic Delilah proudly showed her parents her wiggling fingers and the practiced ease of her violin within her hands, the utter joy within her twinkling blue eyes showing the flame of life had finally returned to the once hollow shell of a girl as that evening things were returning to normal.<br/><br/>The sweet sounds of the violin thought to never be heard within the household once more brought a gleam of hope and contentment for the family as they began to resume their lives once more since the horrific night all those months ago, yet fate was not nearly as merciful. Letting her fingers trill across the thin of her strings with a newfound purpose Delilah began to notice the prickling heat beginning at the tips of her thin digits, the pin and needle pricks causing her to lessen her hold for a brief moment as she merely thought she was pressing too hard in her eagerness to play once more. Yet the sensation continued with a vengeance as the passing minutes became all the more painful, her entire hands engulfed with mind numbing agony once more as she screamed out in pain, the instrument soon clattering to the floor as those blue gems took full vision of the transformation that was erupting from her arms and hands. The blistering cold became the last sensation felt as it rippled through her flesh like seething knives, the cursed burns in which she had so resented darkening her pallid flesh once more along with the now turbulent blast of chill that resonated deep through her small form. By the time her parents came rushing to her aide Delilah was fully engulfed in the bitter cold as it radiated all through her, once strawberry blonde taking on a piercing arctic white along with her powder blue gems fogging in a frosty hue within those wide doe like eyes, the crackling of ice surrounding herself like a shield as she pressed herself against the wall in full panic of what was transpiring. Once again Delilah lost herself in tragedy, her odd appearance coming with a much more devastating consequence as the warm feel of heat or warmth alike was to never be felt ever again.<br/><br/>Of course the organization were quick to conclude Delilah had an unfortunate reaction to the serum in which was supposed to help her return to normalcy, their cut and dry recount coming off as less sympathetic to the bewildered parents as the thought of others inflicted in the same manner turned their stomachs. Yet there was nothing that could be done. So once more the family attempted to pull themselves together to aide their daughter who now became all the more withdrawn and reclusive, her strange appearance resulting in many turning away in gasping fear and disgust towards her alabaster and almost undead features, the grievous burns she suffered along her arms making her seem all the more an monster to some. With little options she became home schooled and withdrawn entirely from the public eye in fear of not only her own emotional abuse from others, but also the fear such a stigma could result in if the family were discovered with a mutant child in the sleepy town of Lancaster. So to all others who were curious of their daughter's whereabouts Delilah had been sent to live with relatives in Canada, unknowing the ice maiden was indeed simply a prisoner within her own home, knowing that she could never be normal ever again.<br/><br/>Delilah spent her time largely studying and taking up her artistic muse once more however in order to cope with the crippling loneliness she felt within her, the worrisome glances her own parents now gave her something that further instilled her deep anxiety that even they found her a touch horrific in their eyes. The sweet music she once played became much more somber and saddened along with her art, the girl growing into the highly introverted and bashful young woman she is today, finding social interactions to be nearly impossible along with her crippling inner torment she feels at her own deformity and appearance. Though as times changed so did the slight acceptance of mutants become much more modern, news of a school of others much like herself coming in very much the same manner as that fateful letter had and yet this could actually be the promise of something good....it just had to.<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Mutations and Powers</span></span><br/><strong>Classification:</strong>Gamma<br/><strong>Type of mutant:</strong>Created<br/><br/><strong>Powers:</strong>-Ice generation in the form of creating miniature models/blasts of whatever her thoughts are, though they are largely unstable and do not last long.<br/>-Able to manipulate to some degree of the area around herself leaving her presence a chilly one no matter what season or temperature around herself.<br/>-When truly provoked she is able to cover her arms in ice in the form of a shield that is strong enough to withstand immense force but not completely impenetrable, usually able to last long enough take the first blow before falling back.<br/><br/><strong>Abilities:</strong>Polygot (Speaks multiple languages), Artistic ability, Acrobatic like balance<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u">School Information</span></span><br/><strong>Classes Taken:</strong><br/>- History<br/>-101 History<br/>-Language<br/><br/><strong>Clubs/Extracurriculars:</strong>Timidly interested in Photography<br/><br/><strong>Student Relations:</strong>None at the current moment