FANDOM


Oakley North
Oakley North1

Age:

17

Gender:

Female

Height:

5'4"

Weight:

56kg

Nationality:

British-Canadian

Relatives:

Michael North (Father)

Wyatt Cale (Sister)

Ability:

Atlantean Armour

Alignment:

Atlantean Unification Project

Librarian

Alias:

Knight

Status:

Alive

Oakley North (born October 12th, 1995) is a British-Canadian Atlantean, daughter of Michael North and younger sister to Wyatt Cale. She is the sole user of Atlantean Armour.

The Story so FarEdit

LondonEdit

With the widespread news of Atlantis and the new registration laws reported to her on TV, North decided to travel to the closest centre to see what could be done about her ability. With her father's blessings, she made it to the centre and was on her way to becoming registered before she met Nathaniel Calaway. Their conversation was brief before an Atlantean terrorist attack on the centre caused mayhem, havoc and an encounter with both James Hazen and Adeline Russo. Originally, she was to be left behind but she begged the three for fear of her life and joined them and The Librarian. She spent the next week honing her ability and bonding what she could with Calaway and Hazen.


The Parisian IncidentEdit

After training with The Librarian, North, Hazen and Calaway were teleported to Paris at the first whisper of the disaster to get a 'glimpse' of what the other organisations were doing. Hazen and Calaway originally abandoned North (despite the Librarian's wishes to stick together) and caught up to Calaway just as Delta Mayor had killed Matthias Mertens with the help of Calaway. Upset and a little rash, North rushed in and had a fight with Calaway, North ending the victor after breaking several of his ribs. As the meteors subsided, North returned to AUP HQ with Mayor to join the Atlantean Unification Project. Here, she met other members including Devon Bernot, Dominique Bisset and Agnes Johansson.


The ARF KidnappingEdit

North, along with most of the other members of the AUP were tasked on the mission of rescuing the kidnapped Atlantean Royal Family members. After a slight mishap between Delta Mayor and Devon Bernot, she was on her way and one of the first of the AUP members on the boat. Teamed up with Julian Morales, Devon Bernot and The Librarian, the three sneaked across the boat without being seen to try and find these kidnapped members. After some of the ARF members had been found, Morales and The Librarian left North and Bernot to continue to search the boat. She unknowingly noticed her brother, Wyatt Cale and in the midst of trying to figure out who he was, was shot by a guard in the palms of her hands. Bernot's ability was finally shown as he showed forms of Lycanthropy when he rushed in to protect North. His instincts took over as he attacked North, to which she punched him off. Her anxiety got the better of her as Mayor and Bisset fought off Bernot. When finally broken from her trance by Bisset, North proceeded to throw Bernot off the boat in a hope to subdue his ability. After a brief, last encounter with the Librarian, North and the rest of the Atlantean Unification Project returned home.


AppearanceEdit

Oakley is fair in all aspects of her body. Her long, ringleted hair with a clean and neat fringe practically glows a light blonde, her skin pale and unblemished by pimples (apart from a mole on her chin) and her face quite attractive. She is less-than-averagely tall and less-than-averagely weighted, probably a little unhealthily but that's just natural for her. Her teeth are straight (due to years of braces when she was younger) and her eyes are a golden brown, practically melting in her eye sockets. She keeps herself clean and well groomed; there is rarely food on her face or dirt on her hands. She is perfectly normal, except for the odd growth of armor on her right hand (though does spread to random parts of the body depending on the situation). Though whenever the armor grows, she keeps it in pristine condition. However, once it grows over her fingers, the tips become quite sharp and she has a tendency to accidentally scratch herself when she touches her face or arms.

Oakley has always been partial to summer dresses, leggings and a pair of ballet flats, fit with appropriate accessories, such as an anklet, a simple necklace or a flower clip in her hair. During the winter though, she wears tight jeans and a cute top, with maybe a hoodie or a jacket. She dresses cute, simple and a little bit "classic", picking patterns, designs and accessories that seem to have come from an indie band's album art.

She used to wear her french, boarding school uniform, but graduated and moved back with her father, she hasn't touched them in some time. She tends to wear a lot of long sleeved shirts and coats to hide her ability.

TattooEdit

Her tattoo is a set of symbols which vaguely resemble some sort of lettering which run down the inside of both of her arms.

PersonalityEdit

Quirky and awkward are words that are frequently used to describe Oakley, though awkward is the more honest approach and quirky is just a filler space to protect her feelings. Sure, she can talk to people fine and she has no trouble making friends and she gets along fine with her brother, but as soon as something slides from the status quo, she crumbles, she panics, she stutters, she twitches, she has a hard time trying to find the right words. If something is causing a problem, she'll avoid it until it goes away or it becomes inevitably unnoticeable, and then she'll avoid it some more.

When nothing's bothering her, Oakley likes to enjoy her life. She can be fairly optimistic when things are going well or sticking to a routine.

Whenever she's reminded of an unresolved issue, she says a few words to avoid the conversation, rubs her chin, starts to stutter and if the conversation hasn't changed yet, either excuses herself or stays silent. There have been a few situations though where conversations are unavoidable, such as when her brother moved to boarding school (in England), her mother's death and when she came home from her holiday with a broken arm (though that conversation hasn't quite been touched yet).

Oakley has a style in the way she decorates or dresses; alternative or indie would be the best way to describe it. She listens to different music and buys different furniture. She likes to be unique. Though, in today's age, 'unique' seems to be 'just like everybody else' nowadays.

When push comes to shove, Oakley would be the one to run away. Only if her loved ones are in danger, especially her brother, is when she stands to fight, though she would do less punching and act more as a human shield or distraction.

FUN FACT: Oakley has a few talents other than her knack for finding antiques; she can play the piano quite well, speaks three different languages (English, French and Spanish. English and French are her strong points and barely keep up a conversation in Spanish, but enough to do some basic translations) and is not a bad artist either.

HistoryEdit

Oakley was born into a loving family; an English father, a French-Canadian mother and a brother almost four years older than her. Born in Toronto, Oakley spent the good part of her infant to toddler years playing with her older brother. He was kind, he was caring and he always looked out for her. She spent little of her life in Toronto, before her family packed up and moved to Spain after the Toronto Riots.

As she grew up in this foreign country, Oakley learned a few languages; English, since that was her "native" tongue, Spanish, since that's where she lived, and French, due to being so close to the border, her mother's Canadian backgrounds and her brother's insistence on speaking it around the house. She started school where Spanish was now second nature to her and fitting in deemed to be a little difficult. Sure, she made a few friends, no problem, but her pale skin and blonde hair wasn't exactly Spanish and some of the boys in the class above her didn't take too kindly to that, even to go as so far to harass her in the streets.It didn't take long for her brother to catch on to her problems and quickly solve them.

When Oakley was around seven and in her second year of primary school, she watched her brother helplessly from the sidelines as he changed into a different person. This bothered Oakley, as everything had changed in the world, but one thing had remained a constant; her brother. When she talked to him though, she could feel the old him talking back to her. This gave her some relief, though nothing could prepare her for what happened next. Due to his refusal to talk to his parents properly, her brother was sent to an English boarding school.

Her constant, the one thing that had kept her strong these years, had gone. Having the emotional range of a seven year old, she spent a good lot of her days sitting in a corner, crying, and refusing to go back to school. Once the status quo had been broken, anything could change and Oakley did not want to fall back into a routine, only to watch it shatter in front of her eyes again. Her parents, fearing for her health, sent her to a doctor to try and find a reason for these panic attacks. At first, they thought she had Asperges Syndrome but in the end, she was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder and given a year of psychotherapy and anti depressants to try and keep it under control. Whenever her brother rang from his school, Oakley never had the heart to tell him what was going on. She missed him dearly and often ended up crying after the conversation was over. But, after a year of her "treatments", her panic attacks and heavy stutters disappeared, leaving behind only traces of her ticks, ones which now only resurface in stressful situations and such.

When they thought she was ready, her parents sent her to an All Girls Academy in Southern France, despite her objections of wanting to go to her brother's school in England instead. As any interaction with him left Oakley in tears or heavy breathing (though this wasn't happening as severely after her psychotherapy finished) her parents decided that wasn't the best idea and so France it was.

At first, France was intimidating. Having to speak French all of the time became a challenge (though it didn't take long until it was second nature) and many of the girls there were snooty, high class and just generally not nice. After a while, she finally settled in, making friends and doing well in her classes. Due to some stupid school rule, Oakley was not allowed any communication with her family, especially her brother. As much as she wanted to, it probably wasn't healthy for her. But that one year strain pretty much broke the relationship; she hasn't spoken to her brother since.

When she heard news of her mother's death, Oakley came home to her father without a second thought. Her mother had died in a terrorist bombing in Madrid and when it came to the funeral, Oakley was mourning for two reasons; her mother was gone and her brother was not here. She had to return to school though, so left before she could fully comfort her father.

The next few years, she studied hard, earning top marks in most of her classes. Being away from her family for so long and hitting the peaks of teenagerhood with a disciplined mind, Oakley built some kind of independence for herself. Her anxiety was almost gone. She could do things by herself. She could live. Things were fantastic for her, built around a solid routine. She occasionally visited her father in the Winter holidays but never for too long; she would have stayed longer if her brother had come home too.

She graduated not so long ago with high marks across all of her subjects.

When the Atlanteans made their presence known, Oakley was on the bus home to London after celebrating her graduation in Ireland. At first, a pain seared through her right arm then through her entire body. At first, she thought it was just a pain from her recent lack of sleep but as her mind rushed through the reasons, ranging from growing pains to cancer, she noticed a small metal plate growing from the top of her hand. Hallucinations? Had a leaf fallen on her hand somehow? When she touched the plate and realised it was very much real, she freaked. She panicked. She went nuts. And as she stressed about it, the armor grew. It grew up her arm and hurt like hell. And as it grew, the "infected" part of her arm expanded, until it was nearly three times the size of what it usually was. After a few yelps and gasps in pain and a few funny looks from the limited number of people on the bus, she got off at the next stop and hurried to a public toilet, just as the armor grew to her shoulder and started to rip across her torso.

For the next few hours, Oakley was in intense pain but she managed to control her breathing and the armor began to recede. When it returned to her elbow, she went to her ways of hiding it; a long coat was the best she had. As soon as she left the stinky toilet, paranoia set in. Who would find out? What would they think? Was she a freak? There was only one thing she could do; go home and try and sort this out.

A material cast on her arm managed to keep her confidence up as she took the bus to her father's new home in London; the most it ever got up to was just above her elbow. He was pretty worried about her, though she didn't tell him anything, leaving him with the only explanation, "I broke my arm in three places down a flight of stairs."Though, after a few nights, her father found out about her 'ability'. He found her one morning, on the ground, the armor taking up her entire right arm and half of her body after she had awoken from a nightmare. He didn't insist on a doctor, instead using the internet to find out what was wrong with his daughter. It didn't take long for him to stumble upon the news of the Atlaneans. Then, it was all over the news.

What Oakley misses more than ever now is her brother.

StatsEdit

Power Grids
Stat: Number Value (0-10):
Intelligence: 5.5
Strength: 8
Speed: 4
Durability: 9
Endurance: 6
Power Control: 4
Fighting Skills: 4

Ad blocker interference detected!


Wikia is a free-to-use site that makes money from advertising. We have a modified experience for viewers using ad blockers

Wikia is not accessible if you’ve made further modifications. Remove the custom ad blocker rule(s) and the page will load as expected.