Here's an application for Emma Frost that I typed up for an extremely advanced high quality RP. It's gonna seem outrageous but yeah...
Character Type: Canon
Code Name/Alias: The White Queen (But since that's a nuisance to scream out while giving orders in a heated battle, Emma will do in those situations.)
Real Name: Emma Grace Frost
Place of Birth: Boston, Massachussetts, USA
Age: 24 (Though she looks about four years younger.)
Affiliation: X-Men, Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning
Mutant Power:
Emma is a very talented telepath, up there along Xavier and Jean as one of the strongest in the world. During the early years of being a mutant, Emma taught herself how to use her gift , using it to get things done, and is now much more ruthless with her telepathy than Xavier or Jean, caring not about privacy.
Emma can also channel ambient psionic energy, which she can use to allow herself to levitate and create mind bolts which are strong enough to put an untrained mind into a coma. Other ways she can use this form of energy is her ability to touch "bliss buttons", create highly believable illusions, influence the thoughts of her victims, read mind and scan memories, hide herself from being detected telepathically, sedate victims for as long as she is in the area, release her astral form, and possess a victim who has no telepathic shields or abilities.
Emma, nowadays, can also relocate such things as physical pain, pleasure, or depression from her mind or even another's mind into that of her prey's.
Her body has manifested the ability to assume an organic diamond state that is virtually indestructable (except for a flaw), but she is without any of her telepathic abilities so long as she remains in this alternate physical state.
Talents/Skills: Emma Frost is a teacher, millionaire, and Chairwoman/CEO of Frost Enterprises. She is a great businesswoman able to analyze and decide where her money would be best spent. And when Emma invests her money in something, she hardly ever comes up short.
Emma is highly skilled in electronic theory and electronics, and has developed complex equipment, which can amplify psionic energies. Physically, she is an above-average athlete with some training in hand-to-hand combat. Emma once defeated Banshee without her powers in a test Banshee had developed to teach the Massachusetts Academy that powers aren't everything.
Emma has a College Degree in Business Administration.
Weakness: Emma's mind is constantly on money. She doesn't care much about the ones around her, unless their lives give her something that she needs. Also, Emma is a perfectionist, and as a teacher, she expects those around her to be perfect as well. Any resistance would be weakness, and Emma would never tolerate that. Her drive for perfection is a weakness that has cost her the trust and admiration of many in her past.
Emma's powers are growing, and will continue to grow. She has great potential, most of which she has already met. But her lust for more power causes her to strain herself at times. Emma knows fully well what she is capable of, but she enjoys pushing her boundaries, which can prove to be dangerous.
Physical Description: Beautiful is an understatement when describing Emma. Sure, she's had her fair share of plastic surgery, but Emma isn't some cheap contestant from The Swan, but instead a femme fatale, with natural beauty and talent. Her face describes the perfect woman: high cheekbones, full lips, almond shaped eyes (which are a deep, royal blue, nonetheless), a perfectly positioned nose, and a strong, yet feminine, jawline.
Her platinum blonde hair only adds to the aura of beauty that surrounds this woman, as it is almost always found down, cascading over her shoulders and towards her mid back, ending nicely trimmed, with never a loose end in sight.
Yet, her head is not the only thing to fall head over heels for, because Emma's body matches to that of only the best silicone stars in the Industry. One is amazed that she is not a Playboy bunny, but instead a business tycoon with millions of dollars at her disposal. Her legs, long and full, powerful yet captivating...Her torso, strong and resourceful, yet still able to be used as a lure...Her arms, always placed delicately crossed over her bosom, or enticingly at her hips...every part of Emma is simply a target waiting to be shot at, and it's not a wonder Penthouse and Playboy are at her diamond studded platforms begging her to do a special centerfold.
Views/Personality: Emma, being the perfectionist she is, is a *****. She's all about money and wealth, leaving virtues and morals to be left to the good guys. Her attitude has gotten her far in life, as now she is a multi-millionaire and CEO of Frost, Enterprises. I can tell you this: Emma didn't play nice to get to the top.
Emma knows what she wants, and whenever she wants it, she gets it. She has the mind of a billionaire banker, and yet the looks of a classy model: something that's always only helped her cause.
Emma is in no way shy, for she's usually the life of the party. Outgoing and energetic, Emma is very willing to dance around to get what she needs. She knows when to stop, though, for the last thing this Queen wants is a picture of her on the Enquirer chugging down beers and stripping.
Emma definitely has a temper, and when she is crossed or slighted, she'll show it. In addition, she can be envious of others whom she perceives as more successful than she, whether it is in love or business. But her strong sense of self, her success orientation, and her political savvy usually protect her from letting her less 'admirable' feelings get the best of her.
Back to her Narcissistic traits, Emma is often characterized by self-centeredness and self-interest, grandiosity, lack of empathy, and manipulative ness. She can often become preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love. That is why it was so easy for her to fall into the grips of the Hellfire Club so many years ago. The promises of total power blinded her.
Sample RP: God must have been feeling particularly hostile towards Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning as a yellow taxi cab pulled into the arched driveway, stopping at the elegant yet obviously holographic fronts doors. Had a stranger jogged by this quiet estate, he would have never known that only weeks earlier it had been attacked by a rampaging army of re-born zombies. He would also be oblivious to the fact that this estate was not simply an estate, but a school. A school for mutant children, raised from their adolescent years onward to adulthood to control their usually threatening powers.
The taxi's door opened, and from it emerged Emma Frost: millionaire entrepreneur and one of the world's greatest telepaths. Emma had returned to the Institute, of her own will, of course, for some downtime. The business life was getting boring, and brooding over the Hellions was no way to go, either. The start of the new term seemed to be the perfect time to make her way back to Xavier's, for she could slip in unnoticed. Well, obviously not unnoticed, but it wouldn't seem as strange as it would appear if she had suddenly turned up at the end of term.
Her luggage trailing behind her as the taxi rolled out of sight, she dusted off her unique outfit. The fall air was harsh against her skin, but of course, that was what the mink jacket was for. She entered the massive Mansion, slightly set back at the appearance of no one. But of course, what had she expected? A welcome party? Definetly not...Emma wasn't always on such terms with the X-Men.
She made her way towards her previous quarters, strutting down the carpeted hallways without a student in sight. Entering her old room, she half expected it to be trashed and wrecked. Of course, it wasn't. In fact, it was exactly as she had left it. Emma proceeded to her walk in closet, removing her jacket to reveal her very, very slinky X-Men uniform. The room itself was empty, except for it's bed, drawers and mirror, and private bathroom. She wasn't surprised, for she hadn't left anything of major importance behind: a toothbrush here, a comb there.
Taking it upon herself to find anyone, for the halls were suspiciously empty, Emma had passed a notice board stating the start of the new term and the assembly that would, as usual, formally begin it. Cursing under her breath, she strutted in the opposite direction towards the lecture hall, where the last of the students, apparently, had filled the it.