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Full name: Porscha ‘Poe’ Grainger

Age: 22

Birth date: October 30, 1997

Gender & pronouns: Female, she/her

Status: Detainee

Arrived at Belmont: August 10, 2019

Ability: Teleportation (both herself and objects/people touching her)

Faceclaim: Zendaya Coleman

B i o g r a p h y »

Poe grew up the only child of a mother who really shouldn’t have ever had children. Her mother often informed her of this, usually railing on about how Poe had ruined her life, and that she would be set up somewhere nice if she didn’t have a useless kid in tow who’d already wrecked her body and any chance she had to better herself. But Poe knew it really wasn’t her fault. It was her piece of shit dad’s fault. Abusive, violent, a criminal, and a mutant on top of everything else, he’d forced her mother to have a baby and then abandoned her when it was too late for her to get rid of her child. He’d never sent so much as a dollar or a birthday card, and when Poe asked if she could see him or talk to him, her mother always reminded her that he’d said he never wanted to see his good-for-nothing daughter. And so she grew up on the edge of everything, disappearing through the cracks in the system that never took her away and never gave quite enough money for her mother to ever buy her new clothes or enough food or pay the heating bill in the winter.

She was never sure exactly when she started being able to disappear for real. She would close her eyes and want to be somewhere else, and there she was. She would stay in class until attendance was called and then simply not be there anymore. When bullies chased her home, she would find herself in her bedroom, having left them far behind. And when boys started to notice her, in all the wrong ways, they’d find chairs and bookcases and large rocks blocking their path that had definitely not been there before.

At sixteen, Poe was a genius at shoplifting. It didn’t matter anymore that her mother spend too much money on makeup and getting her nails done and not enough on groceries, Poe stocked the fridge herself whenever she wanted to. She wore nice clothes and diamond rings if she felt like it, and had once teleported herself into and someone else out of a moving car because she wanted to see what it was like to drive her namesake. Her skillset made certain people aware of her, and they invited her to join them in certain business transactions. Thus began the career of Poe the cat burglar.

At eighteen, she had fifty grand hidden under the floorboards in her apartment, which was actually an empty property owned by some sheik in Dubai. She got better and better, until she could move to places she’d never seen as long as she could look at live video footage. Once she even traveled to somewhere in a photograph, only to end up with her arm trapped in a wall that hadn’t been there when the picture was taken. It took her six months to fully heal from it, but it didn’t stop her from continuing to push her limits. Longer distances, larger objects, moving herself and another person at the same time, she was starting to burn out, but her employers always wanted to know how far she could go.

At 22, things changed. Suddenly, it wasn’t enough for her to take things, she was now expected to take people. That’s where she drew the line. Her employers were unhappy with this turn of events, and demanded that she take out the competition or they’d do the same to her. They made the mistake of grabbing her, assuming she couldn’t teleport five people plus herself. And they were sort of right. She couldn’t teleport five whole people. But half of five people came with her, the other half left behind. It was, to understate things, gruesome. What made it worse was that her employers were elite dirty cops who used mutants in exchange for not reporting them. “Mass Murdering Mutant Massacres Multiple Officers in Bloodbath” was a pretty spectacular headline, but it certainly made Poe’s life more difficult. She spent months on the run, jumping from location to location as a larger and larger task force chased her.

It became apparent that she wasn’t really going to escape. She could run for a while, but she couldn’t jump an ocean, and she’d die before making it all the way to Mexico. So she got on a bus and headed to Alaska. People could hide out there for a while, maybe long enough for the heat to die down.

The one person she’d kept in contact with the whole time was, of course, her mother. Despite the years of sending money and presents home, and buying her mother a house, paying her medical bills, and funding her vacations, her mother was fairly unsympathetic to the whole thing, claiming that having the Feds bothering her was making life so difficult. “Go ask your father for help, he’s up in Alaska anyway. At that place, Belmont. He made you like this, tell him your problems. I have too many of my own.”

Unaware that her mother had immediately told the Feds where she was, Poe decided she was going to pay her father a visit and give him back all the shit he’d left her to deal with, and then some. She was also unaware that the rock in Belmont neutralized her powers, so when she turned up for visitor’s day, she was unable to leave again afterwards, trapping her there and leading to her capture. She also discovered that the person she always pictured her father to be didn’t really match the Bailey Rose she was presented with. Now she’ll have to adjust to being trapped in the first place she hasn’t been able to get out of.

P e r s o n a l i t y »

Poe is half-feral, angry, fiercely independent, and suspicious of any and all affection or kindness, while simultaneously being desperate for it. She’s learned that life is almost entirely transactional, and that you’re only as good as what you’re worth to someone else, so she’s always made herself valuable. She has what she’s always considered friends, but if you asked them what kind of person she was, they’d all have different answers, which would tell you more about that person than her. No one ever knows where she lives, and almost no one other than her mother even knows her real name. She’s not a grifter or particularly good with confinement or authority, since she’s never had to be before, but she’s used to being surrounded by dangerous people and holding her own. Not having access to her powers has made her incredibly vulnerable, and she’s thus on edge.

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