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full name ; Victoria Elizabeth Moon.
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Good Traits ; passionate, intelligent, mentally
strong, swift-minded, thoughtful, independent, natural leader
easily adjusts.
Bad Traits ; stubborn, opinionated, cold,
sensitive, analytical, pessimistic.
Favorite things ; overcasts, books, learning,
orcas, cats, coffee, rain, looking at the city lights,
swimming, surfing,
reading, writing, and ballet.
Fears ; public speaking, heights, drowning,
small spaces.
Characteristics ; sarcastic, compassionate,
humorous, awkward, responsible,
factual, strong-willed, intelligent,
elegant, driven, and nimble.
Abilities ; Strong hydrokinesis- she can create
and manipulate water. Her thiriokinesis is developing, and she will
ultimately be able to control and communicate with all animals. Her
senses are heightened, and she can see and hear things that most
others wouldn't. She is also able to see in the dark, run quite fast
in short bursts, and jump considerable
distances. Her signature trait,
other than hydrokinesis, is her
incredible agility.
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Build ; slender, athletic. a standard
ballerina's body.
Hair Color ; brunette.
Eye Color ; Light blue.
Skin ; Fair, pale in the winter, tan in
the summer.
Tattoos ; she has a small tattoo of a killer
whale on the back of her neck.
Height ; 5'6"
Weight ; 126 lbs.
Age ; nineteen.
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Birthplace ; Horsham, England.
Current Residence ; 2844 Sutton Pl,
New York, apt. 4B.
Dialect ; English speaker, British accent.
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Relationship Status ; single.
Significant other ; none.
Interest ; perhaps.
gallery ; [url]x[/url]



writing & coding - orca. | All images to original owners |Lyrics - wings by birdy. | faceclaim - Emily Didonato.

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I was born on August 24th, 1994 on a rainy night in Horsham, England.
My father's name was Dr. Martin Moon; he was a world-renowned biochemist and field zoologist,
so I guess you could say I had some pretty big shoes to fill. My dad was great- it was like he wasn't
even my dad, but more like my best friend. My mom's name was Gwendolyn Lancaster. She left
when I was very young, and all my father had told me about her was that she was a journalist and
she loved me. He told me that they just hadn't loved each other. I was okay, though; I had my dad,
and that was all I needed.

When I was six, I was diagnosed with stage three leukemia. It's not a big deal really, I'm okay
now. But I almost wasn't. The doctors had stopped treatment as I moved into stage four, and I was
given my sentence- seven months. Seven months to live my entire life when I only had six years down.
As time went by, my father grew more restless. Desperate, too. He had spent his life working on
cross-species genetics with the goal to help people whom had terminal illnesses, infusing animal DNA
with medicine of his own making in order to allow the patient to regenerate his or her own cells.
And even though it wasn't quite perfected yet, that's exactly what happened with me. He saved me.

I didn't start to notice my abilities until I was about eight or nine, teaching myself how to control
them at ten. I was both amazed and terrified at what I could do, which is exactly why I never told
anyone- I didn't know if they would be bewildered or horrified. At thirteen, my abilities indeed did
begin to ruin my life. I started to lose that control I worked so hard to achieve. My reflexes
frightened people, and occasionally someone would tap on my shoulder and point out that my
sleeves were drenched. I just wanted to be normal, and I didn't understand why I was made
different. By sixteen, however, I had overcome this. I longed to be a zoologist like my father,
and perhaps pay a visit to Africa and then settle down in New Zealand to study wild orca- oh, how I
loved orcas. They are the perfect combination of grace and power, as well as fearsomeness and
intelligence. Unfortunately, I never reached New Zeland. One afternoon my father seemed
unusually chipper, and that was when he told me the news; he was going to Africa like he had always
wanted. I was so proud and happy for him. This was all he had ever wanted, to see the extraordinary
animals that roamed the Masai Mara reserve. It would be a two-month expedition, and he promised to
call as much as he could. I did indeed get a call no less than a week later. He was presumed perished
in a deadly plane crash, believed to have been caused by a severe storm. The plane went down over
the Mediterranean Sea. I was crushed. My entire world had been crushed.

I lived with my grandparents until I was eighteen. I love them, but they're cold, with scowls
permanently pressed onto their wrinkled faces. I grew tired of all the disapproving glances
and back-handed compliments, so I took the money my dad left me and moved to New York.
I was able to get myself a fairly decent apartment, I took up veterinary studies, and I landed
a great job at the local wildlife sanctuary. Everything was great. I already told you how all
of that stuff with Nick Fury and the SHIELD recruiting went down, so let's skip all of that. Life
in the slightly-smaller-x-mansion has been great so far. I mean, I get along really well with
everyone, even though I'd like to punch Wade's stupid face sometimes, and my abilities are
improving with every day. I never though I'd say this, but I love being a sidekick. Above all,
I love being part of a team. It's like I finally have a family. I've grown very close with
the other three RE's, which is cool, since I basically despised all of the girls back at my
private school in London. It's mind-boggling to even think that this group of people and
myself are the next generation of heroes. I could never picture me, plain 'ol Victoria,
being anything more than a mere student or perhaps a marine mammal veterinarian
someday. But when I put the suit on.. all of that fades away. I embody a totally
different being. I am Orca. I am a hero. In fact, nobody seems to care about
who I am until I put the mask on. Well, except for Peter and Fern and Alaska and all the
rest. Other than that, I am simply the girl behind two white patches.

training suit ; work in progress.
suit ; work in progress.

Hello. I'm Victoria. Freshly nineteen, and currently studying veterinary medicine. I'm pretty much your average Jane I suppose, other than the fact that I'm sidekick to spider-man. It all happened so fast, really. Nick Fury basically just shows up on my doorstep, spewing random facts about my life that no one could possibly know, particularly about my.. abilities. He knew all about my hydrokinesis. I always knew I could control water and stuff, but the fact that I could control animals came later. Here I was thinking that they just liked me. Anyway, so now I'm living in a quaint little apartment building that just happens to double as a kick-ass headquarters-slash-training facility. Getting to web-sling through New York with spidey is definitely a plus, since now I'm starting to fight street crime in order to "test my wings", as Agent Coulson refers to it. I suppose it's a charmed life. Let's backtrack a little and I'll tell you just how I got here.
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Good Traits ; passionate, intelligent, mentally
strong, swift-minded, thoughtful, independent, natural leader
easily adjusts.
Bad Traits ; stubborn, opinionated, cold,
sensitive, analytical, pessimistic.
Favorite things ; overcasts, books, learning,
orcas, cats, coffee, rain, looking at the city lights,
swimming, surfing,
reading, writing, and ballet.
Fears ; public speaking, heights, drowning,
small spaces.
Characteristics ; sarcastic, compassionate,
humorous, awkward, responsible,
factual, strong-willed, intelligent,
elegant, driven, and nimble.
Abilities ; Strong hydrokinesis-
she can create and manipulate water.
Her thiriokinesis is developing, and
she will ultimately be able to control
and communicate with all animals.
Her senses are heightened, and she
can see and hear things that most
others wouldn't. She is also able to
see in the dark, run quite fast in short
bursts, and jump considerable
distances. Her signature trait, other than
hydrokinesis, is her incredible agility.
-----------------------------------------------
Build ; slender, athletic. a standard
ballerina's body.
Hair Color ; brunette.
Eye Color ; Light blue.
Skin ; Fair, pale in the winter, tan in
the summer.
Tattoos ; she has a small tattoo of a killer
whale on the back of her neck.
Height ; 5'6"
Weight ; 126 lbs.
Age ; nineteen.
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Birthplace ; Horsham, England.
Current Residence ; 2844 Sutton Pl,
New York, apt. 4B.
Dialect ; English speaker, British accent.
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Relationship Status ; single.
Significant other ; none.
Interest ; perhaps.
gallery ; x



writing & coding - orca. | image to its original onwer |Lyrics - wings by birdy. | faceclaim - Emily Didonato.

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