Tiffany Baumer

[Tiff Baumer]

_{i n t r o d u c i n g . . .}

Tiffany Lauretta Baumer ///

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Full Name~ Tiffany Lauretta Baumer
Gender~ Female
Age~ 24
Birthdate~ March 29th (Aries)
Location~ Atlanta, GA
Faction~ Mayhem
Celebrity Claim~ Tracie Thoms
Play anyone else?~

Will
List
Later

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_{m i n d . . .}

what's in my head?

/// SPECIAL ABILITY



Impact Manipulation

Tiffany has the ability to influence the actual impact related to her own movements or those of objects or persons in her grasp. This allows for a broad range of talents that strongly compliment her bull-headed bravado and chaotic disposition. By applying her own unpredictable element to the physics equation, she can greatly increase the amount of impact that results from striking something-- or someone, as well as lessen the impact of anything coming into contact with her own body.

She has learned how to propel herself into the air in a superhuman hurdle by amplifying the impact of a mere stomp of her foot. By concentrating her effects more outwardly than down, she can instead create broad waves of concussive force and even rattle the ground itself, creating a tremor throughout her surroundings. Likewise, with a strike of her fist, she can cause objects or people to fly back a considerable distance, or create a mid-height shock wave with a horizontal clap of her hands. She can also 'shape' the impact itself, and control which directions in which force is projected and applied. This means that if she were to propel herself into someone at a high velocity, she could simultaneously blow into them with impact, while suffering no harm to herself from the same collision.

Manipulating impact doesn't end with amplification, of course. By controlling the impact that results from contact between her body and anything else, she can fall great distances and land flawlessly on her feet, or moving at high velocities, suffer no damage from collision. Projectiles or moving objects large enough for her to focus on can be rendered harmless as she glances the blow off of her body.

Amplified impact often comes with a loud, hollow boom that results from the immediate rush of air, and appears as brief, spherical blurs of exploding force. It's not uncommon for Tiff to crack the pavement when she makes a leap, especially when coming down from a previous one.

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/// ABILITY LIMITS



Tiff's ability comes at a considerable price, first and foremost. While she has learned to relax and conserve her strength while airborne from a leap, when in combat, consistent use of her abilities will deplete her energy. If overexerted, Tiffany suffers from fatigue at first, paired with a decrease in the strength of her ability itself. Under further exertion, this can lead to vertigo, and even fainting, so she has certainly learned to pace herself.

While she can negate the impace of large objects headed her way, her ability cannot protect her from blades, or anything that might slash or stab her body by penetrating her skin. Also, because a bullet is far too quick and tiny to focus on, she cannot negate or even lessen the damage she will suffer if shot.

Every single application of her ability requires concentration, regardless of whether she is amplifying or dwarfing the amount of impact resulting. If caught off-guard, she'll suffer normally, and be unable to mitigate harm to herself. For the same reason, any event that shatters concentration, such as the influence of a powerful drug, or an overwhelmingly loud noise, will prevent her from succeeding in many of her attempts.

At present, Tiffany is unable to project the effects of her ability onto anyone, or anything, that is beyond physical contact. Also, while she can blow people and objects back a considerable distance, aside from the damage from the blow itself and the high-velocity landing, the explosion of impact itself presents far more push than actual damage.
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/// PERSONALITY


Unruly, unpredictable, impulsive, and a daredevil to a fault, Tiffany Baumer is a risk-taker, a thrill-seeker, right down to the core of her being. Whether amped up on the collective high of the club crowds along for her wild ride, or flinging herself wildly through a dangerous situation, the adrenaline rush is Tiff's one greatest vice. It doesn't end there, of course. She has a tendency to forego tact, especially with authority figures, thriving on the challenges her own witless defiance often present to her. She has spent her life shoving back against anyone who would control or change her, or for that matter, just for the sake of shoving.

Even with friends, Tiff finds butting heads and push come to shove to be a thrill, and often pushes her friends' boundaries a little too generously for their own comfort. She seems cripplingly incapable of reticence, speaking her mind with a bludgeoning clout comparable to her actual ability itself. Despite being such a wild handful, she also has a knack for rallying people into a united frenzy, one that no good DJ should be without... but in dealing with smaller, more personal crowds, struggles more to find the balance between respect, articulation, and inspiration that is needed to bring people together.

In a social setting, Tiff has settled into the entertainer role so solidly that she has nearly forgotten how to truly connect on a personal level. Not to say it doesn't happen, but there are few people who can 'keep up' enough with Tiffany to resonate with her as an individual. It creates the odd effect of a woman professionally surrounded by crowds that know her name, while still finding herself feeling, often times, deeply lonely and detatched. This only further pushes her to find therapy in thrill.

Tiffany has no real dreams, no real thoughts of the future that have taken solid shape. She lives for the here and now, and leads a shamelessly hedonistic lifestyle reigned in with enough of a 'good sense' to be considerate and not knowingly hurt others with her own personal indulgences. She likes to believe that she has her own set of morals, even if they don't match up well with what society deems appropriate, but in truth, she has little mercy or pity for those who truly cross her. While she has a quick temper and confrontational nature, there's an inner echelon of anger that is seldom reached, but when it is, there's no taking it back.
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Likes~

• Electronica
  
• Wild, loud party atmospheres; night life in general
  
• Bright, flashy colors and accessories
  
• Iced Chai or Mocha
  
• A juicy medium-rare steak
  
• The adrenaline rush
  
• Unagi sushi
  
• Heights (a liking that developed with her ability)
  

Dislikes~

• Mainstream music, TV, or media in general
  
• Cultural ignorance or stagnation
  
• Being still; doing nothing
  
• Dull, 'mechanical' people
  
• Reading (in general)
  
• Overly "safe" people who never try new things
  
• Inflexible structure
  
• Obsolete technology (she literally gets angry at it)
  

Strengths~

• Bold; outspoken
  
• Highly creative; able to improvise
  
• Quick-witted, and quick on her toes
  
• Highly energetic
  
• Thrives around danger
  
• Has few fears
  
• Her profession has honed her sense of timing to perfection.
  
• Can keep focused well in chaotic situations
  

Weaknesses~

• Blatantly tactless in social interactions
  
• Brash and reckless
  
• Has a real short fuse; can be very confrontational
  
• Very impatient
  
• Can be difficult to keep up with
  
• Terrible with names, and will often give people unflattering nicknames
  
• Prone to invoulentary cases of 'thinking out loud'
  
• Likes to rile people up for fun
  

Skills~

• Able to effectively work a crowd
  
• Proficient with a broad range of DJ equipment and programs
  
• Considerable computer skills
  
• A capable boxer; has a fearsome hook with either hand
  
• Quite skilled at tracking down and procuring even rare music
  
• Possesses a range of sleight-of-hand tricks
  
• Can speak just enough Spanish to get by on
  
• Tiff is *nobody's* bitch on an arcade-style fighting game.
  

Hobbies~

• Does a lot of travelling
  
• Skilled at poker, darts, and some other party/gambling games
  
• Enjoys racing and fighting videogames
  
• Enjoys watching fast-paced action movies
  

Habits~

• Always taps her foot or knuckles, even without music
  
• Changes her ringtone every few days, sometimes daily
  
• Whirls keychains or other round things around on her finger
  
• Breaks trivial rules and laws without a second thought
  

Flaws~

• Long-term memory loss (starts to fade after a few months)
  
• Persistent, uninterrupted 24/7 fidgeting; can't be still at all.
  
• Restless Leg Syndrome (causes a degree of insomnia as well)
  
• Has many repressed memories, enough to make her history very fuzzy
  
• Grinds her teeth in her sleep, or when angry, due to anxiety
  

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_{b o d y . . .}

caught in your sights . . .

Age~ 24
Celebrity Claim~ Tracie Thoms
Sexual Preference~ Bisexual
Ethnicity~ African-American
Hair~ Black, kinky, with highlights
Eyes~ Dark brown

/// APPEARANCE



Tiffany has dark, deep brown eyes, and a wild head of kinky, springy curls often highlighted to the hue of caramel. She has a smooth, even complexion, with dimples in her cheeks when she beams her smiles. She's not a scrawny girl, by no means, but she's quite fit. In fact, her active lifestyle has kept her body fairly stout, and she has more strength than most people assume at first glance. She certainly isn't one to be ruled out for the heavy lifting, and it's easy to understand. There are so few people she likes to trust with her equipment that she often moves much of it herself when setting up.

She's an entertainer of the night life. Wild clubby-urban clothes, eye-catching earrings and crazy shades are all common attire for Tiff, who is seldom seen together with the sun. She also likes to accessorize in all sorts of ways; caps, visors, beanies, colorful ribbons, and flashy bracelets and buckles are all well within range. If there's one thing you can trust to see, it's color. Lots of color. Tiffany avoids wearing a lot of solids, or too much black or white. She loves contrast, and is very expressive with her attire in general, but if caught off-guard in day-time hours, she's never without shades, but is more prone to plainer clothes.

She tends to move with an exaggerated spring in her step, often hopping on her feet with staple excitement and energy. She's a person who can't sit still for too long, unless she's nearing bed time or has worn herself out from exertion. She also makes a lot of crazy faces in general that portray the kind of celebration of in-your-face defiance and self-expression that are celebrated among the crowds she mingles with.

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_{s p i r i t . . .}

this is where i come from . . .

Faction~ Mayhem
Birthplace~ Norfolk, VA
Mother~ Laura Baumer ; Deceased
Father~ Ian Baumer ; Deceased
Siblings~ n/a
Spouse~ n/a
Children~ n/a
Other Family~ Marty Baumer (Grandfather) ; 71 ; Seismokinesis

/// HISTORY



Tiffany Baumer was born in Norfolk, Virgina to her parents, Laura and Ian Baumer. There weren't married at the time, and Laura still had her maiden name, Forsythe. Tiff was made a timid and quiet child, more than anything, by her father. He was a very loud and forceful man, and when Tiff was nearing ten, he had begun to cross the line to violence with Laura, who actually fought back. This only seemed to fuel the turmoil in the home, however, and it became something that young Tiffany felt the need to hide from.

Even at a young age, she began to use the internet as an escape, but she was also an intelligent, resourceful, and ambitious kid, learning to use the internet to help her with her school work while also exploring it. Exposed to more international currents of music, she gradually explored a range of music that included many sub-genres of electronica, and eventually closed in on several that certainly made for an extensive and versatile play list.

At the age of eleven, Tiff's father, Ian Baumer, died in his sleep after several weeks of gradually worsening illness. Tiff herself was so detatched that she hardly had the opportunity to even watch him wither away. His death seemed more a mark for change than anything, and the highly-optimistic Laura quickly moved the two-person family to her own home, to be around her own relatives in England. Although Laura herself had grown up in America with her own parents, she took young Tiff with her to the refuge of her aunt and mother, who lived together and helped the two to become adjusted. During this period, Tiff also became briefly close to her cousins, Corina and Victoria.

Meanwhile, she subconsciously began to feel the open air left behind by her father's intimidating shadow, which was no longer an aspect of her life. She grew more outgoing, more friendly, more outspoken, and blossomed socially throughout several years of school. In addition to these traits, she also developed a rebellious, confrontational streak, and grew to hold little regard for the rules. The absence of her father had left a vacuum for her, psychologically.

Meanwhile, her online interests persisted, and she found more people around her who could relate with her tastes in music. She eventually met an older guy who was in college, the older brother of a classmate, named Alan Beckham, who was an aspiring and budding club DJ. For some time, Tiff's grades began to drop as she secretly spent time with who became her best friend for some time, lying about doing so to her mother for fear of her having the wrong idea. Eventually, the wrong idea became true as Tiffany grew older, and the two carried on a secret relationship for some time.

When Tiff was 19 years old, she was informed that her mother had been found dead. Reports claimed she had died of an unknown illness that had caused her skin to lose pigment, dry and cracked and her eyes to turn dark gray. Tiff was horrified and devastated, but was quickly taken by Alan before she could even take it all in. Before she knew it, Alan had swept her away, back to the states, to Atlanta, GA; he seemed afraid for her safety, but also unwilling to speak about the matter. Although she missed her family, she trusted in Alan, and cooperated with him entirely.

After moving to Atlanta, Alan began to re-establish himself, and quickly, due to his minor reputation in England, and began to run shows for various nightclubs throughout the huge city. Eventually, this spread to other large cities nearby, and as Alan experienced a rising success, Tiffany learned a great deal from him as a DJ, and began to pursue the same interests for herself. It was at a point in her life when it was still fairly new and exciting to be playing in several Atlanta clubs that she met two important milestones in her history. One, she began to gradually realize that Alan had friends... powerful friends, ones who had ways around the law.

The second was her manifestation. At this point in her life, she began to find that if she struck something, she would cause explosions of force. Gradually, these little explosions grew more powerful, and she became able to control the gift to some degree. Eventually, she became so consumed with fear for the oddity that she approached Alan, the one whom she trusted with her life, and confessed. It was very shortly after demonstration that Tiff was introduced to those 'powerful friends'.

She learned that Alan, too, had a special ability, but never revealed to her what it was. Tiffany did meet others, though, and found herself being pulled into a family-like structure of people that stretched deep throughout the underground throughout several states. Clearly, however, the home of Mayhem was Atlanta. She was observed while gradually exposed to deeper secrets of the group, a fact that Alan resented openly. He was powerful to defy it though, unwilling to challenge the ones who had welcomed her in.

It was here that Tiffany experienced a great benefit in being among her own kind, those who could help her learn how to control her gift. She also began to realize that the group had a number of pursuits and dealings that justified Alan's opposition to her involvement. Mayhem made considerable profits on a number of operations, and also did what it had to to silence it's enemies, or those who endangered specials as a whole by bringing too much attention to their kind. This resonated with some dark trace of Tiff's past that she had buried away, and their philosophies seemed to become her own.

She began to assist the group, even using her ability at times to do so, and was eventually trusted with an imperative to dispose of one of the gang's enemies. Although the ordeal itself challenged her, she followed through and succeeded, and was soon trusted with even more. In the mean time, her success seemed to bloom under the organization's wing. Mayhem itself seemed to include people of all walks of life, and business owners were no exception.

Near the present day, Tiff Baumer may not be a very recognizable name among the underground, but "T. Bomb" is. It was when she was preparing herself to approach the prospect of releasing a CD that her boyfriend, Alan, went missing without notice. Consumed with worry for several days, she was soon approached and told that a member of Mayhem had betrayed the group, and needed to be disposed of. She felt unable to refuse, and quickly set up the front of a tour, while in fact setting out find her target.



/// ANYTHING ELSE?


Many of the things in Tiff's past are repressed from memory, and she will not seemingly know of them.



_{c r e d e n t i a l s . . .}

what do you bring to the party ?

/// PLAYER INFORMATION

Name or Alias~ Moonflax
CBox Name~ Moonflax, Switchfire
Contact Info~

AllGearsAndTeeth (AIM)
Moonflax (YIM)
[e-mail] (MSN)
[e-mail] (Email)

Age~ 25
Years of RP Experience~ 15-18
How Did You Find Us?

I have Molly Walker tied up in my basement.

/// SAMPLE RP

The message had been simple. Target at address, strike to kill.

Perhaps it was the numbing cold, but Tiffany felt odd about this one. She felt so far away from home, and without knowing where Alan was, she felt disoriented and lost, questioning herself. She was left to the quiet as she kept to the shadows of the dark pier. She'd have to strike fast, strike hard.

The plan was simple, and she'd had the time to play it through her head a number of times. She'd catch the loser on the way out once he got into his car, and... a driving accident. That's what they'd call it. Maybe.

It wasn't Tiff's job to sort it out.

A black PT Cruiser. That's what she was waiting for.

She heard the rattle ahead as garage doors opened, and perked in the shadows, kicking herself up from the wall and standing upright as she watched with intense interest. This was it. She'd finish the job, perform twice more or so, and then continue to the next city, which was much closer to the warm south. She felt the nerves in her stomach began to unravel as she could almost feel the warmth from her memory, using that incentive to fuel herself even more.

She'd return home with the job done, and then... she could ask for assistance in tracking down Alan.

She grit her teeth with anticipation as the liquid black sheen of a brand new paint job rolled out into the moonlight, glinting yellow from street lights nearby. It felt longer than it was, the span of time it took for the vehicle to make it's way down the road next to the pier, and Tiff took a few steps back, watching the foggy white of her breath in the cold puff out into the chill night air like the huffing of a freight train. One that wasn't moving now, but was about to be.

Tiff gulped, clenched her fists, and lifted her right knee high. It was a gamble... but she knew she could do it. At least, that's what she had convinced herself of. In theory, the physics seemed right, provided she could bring in the proper application of force. She wasn't sure, though... and only barely realized in time that she was hesitating as the car turned toward her direction. She could see the pale shape of the driver underneath the street light just briefly, unable to make him or her out from the distance.

As she lowered her shoulders and felt her foot strike the ground, she felt the shape of it beneath her foot, thrusting her forward, and heard the rattle of a metal trashcan being tossed against the wall behind her. The next few seconds took her off guard, but she had no time to consider them.

With a loud bang, she felt herself collide with the roof of the vehicle, rolling the impact outward and amplifying it. That was when the world began to spin.

She'd hit it too high, but at least she had put enough shoulder into the center of the car's weight to push it back, quickly turning her eyes down as she gained height over the pier. She'd shaped the impact to throw her more up than forward, and looking down, could see the car grow smaller as it spun on it's top toward the edge of the pier in front of... where she would land, as she felt gravity pulling quickly at her, now.

With a loud clunk, she landed, eyes clenched until she did. Keeping them open while in so much motion seemed dizzying for the moment, and it took several seconds for her mind to catch up with the reason why. She quickly looked up to the car as it slid it's last few feet toward the edge of the pier and grind over the edge. It was empty, and then... it was gone, with a loud splash to follow.

"Alan...!?" she coughed in a panic as she realized what she had seen. He hadn't been in the car when it spilled over, so Tiff quickly began to look around for him, remaining still. "Alan!?" she called in a low voice, supressed to a loud, strained whisper. She called again after a few seconds, and finally realized... he might not be there at all.

What the hell is this... she thought with disgust.

What she'd do next was the last thing on her mind. Kicking her heel down on the sturdy wood, she sent a loud rattle through the pier itself as she popped upward into the air. Toward the city, her room. She had a phone call to make.

Did you read the rules: Rules are for the uninventive.