Melia

Mutants. The very word carries a sort of... weight. People with strange abilities, or a strange appearance, or just plain a strange strangeness. They're popping up everywhere, more and more frequently, and the world is starting to panic. And why? Because some of these people have, inevitably, turned to a life of crime, and they can do strange, fantastic, freaky things. It's caused a huge stir... and enough of one that it's affected innocents as well.

Melia is such an innocent. Born in a quiet Scottish town to a pair of surprised but loving parents, she's always been... different. Ever since she was born, and even before that.

See.... Melia is a mutant. She was born with glaring differences, but no deformities, so, her parents were still overjoyed, if a bit perplexed. Both of them could trace their lineage through generations of Scots, and they'd been utterly faithful to each other. So why, then, was their child born so... oddly?

Melia, you see, did not have the pale, peach colored skin of most caucasians. Her skin, instead, was a gray-black shade. Her hair was a glossy blue-black shade, as well... but her eyes were the same green shade as her Father's. Still, the oddities didn't end there... on her back were a pair of tiny, feathery wings, the plumage there matching her hair... her ears, well, they were slim, pointed, and elfin... and she had a tail. A slim, prehensile tail, with a leaf-shaped tip for grasping things. Very odd indeed. She made the news, but, fortunately, the town she was born in was very accepting of the differences of others. Other places, she and her family would have had a hard time, but there... well, they had as close to a normal life as possible for a family with a mutant member.

Melia grew up fairly normally, as well. She grew at the same rate as other children, and she ate the same things. No cravings for human flesh here, thank you! Her incisors were perhaps a little longer than a normal person's, but with all her other differences this was just taken in stride. She was, for all intents and purposes, a normal person who happened to look funny, for the first years of her life.

However... once she turned sixteen, things started changing. Puberty brought the typical changes one would expect... and a few more besides. She woke up one morning as she fell through her bed, then the floor beneath, and landed on the kitchen table, breaking it in half. Several weeks later, she asked her mom what she was talking about... only to find out she'd been reading her thoughts. And, well.... her wings grew larger, while she got subtly lighter, and her muscle tone increased.... she could fly, now.

And, well... other things were happening in other parts of the world. People knew about her, and had been coming by for years to get a look at her... now, though, they came to throw stones. They came to mock, and ridicule her. And, when things got to be too much, and mutant panic was at its highest, she simply couldn't take it anymore.

She kissed her parents goodbye, explaining that she'd been saving money for a long time, and she simply... slipped out of the country, and into another life. She got on a plane to America, completely bypassed customs, and has taken up residence in some city or another, doing her best to stay out of sight and keep herself to herself. She people watches, and gets lonely, but she has a few cats to keep her company.

As for where she lives... at present, she lives in an old bell tower, high above the city. It's easy for her to get into and out of other places, but phasing plays hell on flight, and she's had a few... incidents. Regardless, though, she's gotten a better handle on her powers. Still... she's starting to try to find people who she CAN hang out with, who aren't going to judge her for what she is, rather than who she is... she does get lonely, after all, and cats aren't great conversation partners.

Anyway. X-men flavored alt by The_Tower. Other settings possible with minor tweaking.

Also, as far as powers... phasing, flight, and, yeah, she's a psychic, mostly a telepath.