User:Chelsea0parker

Welcome to Chelsea Lisa's Parker site! More to come once I figure out how to work it....

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My Early Life
It all started when I was born on May 15. Well, not really, but I figured I'd start there. My parents were well, parents. My mom, Helen Marie, had silver hair that glistened in the sun like a perfect piece of jewerly. Her dark, rich blue eyes shined like shappires. She was one of the most polite people would would ever meet. She always was wearing a silver "S" necklace that glistened just her hair. My dad, on the other hand, was her total oppisite, or so it seemed in my eyes. My dad, Drake Micheal Parker, had dark brown hair that looked like dirt and had cow brown eyes. He was always out drinking or hanging out with his friends. Anyways, I really think my troubles started when I was four. It was my fourth birthday, and things were going good. My only friend (I lost contact with him) came over to celebrate, and my dad's side of the family also came. They were a rowdy bunch of people, all having the brown hair and brown eyes. Then, my mom's side of the family came over. Actually, it was just her brother, his wife, and there two kids. I remember my mom and aunt getting into a conversation as the two men stayed as far away from each other as possible. Suddenly, I got yanked off of the ground by my uncle, and I laughed. He tossed me in the air and caught me, and I smiled brightly. My dad got mad and tried to come over, but my mom stopped him. My uncle put me on his shoulders and we went inside for presents and cake. (CAKE!!!!!!! Sorry, I just had to say that. I like cake... SO DON"T GIVE ME ANY DIRTY LOOKS! GOT IT?! GOOD!) After all of those tradioninal(sp?)party things, it was almost time for the guests to leave. And that's when the fighting started. My dad was yelling like crazy at my uncle for the present he gave me (Which I might add, was pretty awesome! I mean, what four year old gets mini sheet of blue-print paper and a book about robotics that she could actually understand for her birthday?!) My uncle just stood there, his eyes (or was it one eye? can't remember) narrowed. Both sides of the families were silent. Helen came to pick me up since I was about to cry. Then, she told my dad something that really got him angry. She told him that it might be best for me to go live with my uncle. "Drake, I'm afraid at your going to hurt out baby-girl." She said, trying to explain everything. But Drake wouldn't listen. He just got angrier and angrier. He got so angry that after everyone left, he threatened me. I became scared. Did my dad love me, or was I just there to take the abuse? I soon found that out two days later. My dad was out drinking again, and left me and mom to play scrabble (Yay Scrabble!). I was winning, which was weird, because now that I think back on it, we were using pretty big words, like capitulate and recluse- words that an eighth grader would learn in there Vocab books. So, as I said, I winning, and then my dad came home. He looked at us for a second, then asked what game we were playing. "Scrabble" I replied, merrily. "Wanna play? Currently I'm winning, but mom is catching up pretty fast." Drake arched an eyebrow, and tiny flames were inginiting in those brown eyes of his. He sat down and laughed as he belonged in an insane asylum. He pointed out a word, and I said the definition of it. We did that about 20 times, then he shot up. What happened next is so blurry in my mind, I might not get some of the facts right. What I think happened was Drake broke a piece of a glass bottle on the corner of our coffee table and tried to strike me with it. But my mom jumped in the way and Drake killed her....viciously. I remember running... running away from the red and blue lights that later came to my house to see what happened. I ran out of the city limits and to the next city, which wasn't that far to begin with. Maybe 24, or 23 miles. Sometimes I hitchedhiked in the little cargo area of the greyhound buses. I finally reached JC, as I like to call it. It was a quiet, clean town with tons of low-life. Perfect place for a four year old to be an orphan, hm? Well, not exactly an orphan, but close enough to it. After walking around for a few days, I reached the woods. And after playing hide and go seek with my shadow, I found a place of residence: an abonded old tiny shack that looked for like a shed then anything. It never crossed my mind until later that I began to wonder why there was a shed in the middle of the forest. After a few adjustments (like figuring out how to make a thing for electricity and heat to go through the she, which worked by connecting it to a nearby stream, how to set up lights, and trying to make furniture, it looked like a home. That shed is still my current residence, but trust me on this one, it's so much better now then it was back then. Life started to slowly get better. I made friends with Iris McDunken, the daughter of a politican in the city, Matt Stone, the son of a police officer, and DC, or Daniel Clarken, the son of a well-known brain and heart surgeon. At least one of the parents didn't like me because I was living on my own. But we didn't care. With a steady flow of money I made coming in, I was able to buy food, get real furniture, and get other items that could only be store-bought, like precious blue-print paper. And with that blue-print paper, I made the designs for SPIDER when I was 8-years-old. And after a grueling 5 months, he was complete. My robotic pet spider that was actually able to talk, move, and do whatever it wanted without me using a remote or controller. It actually had it's own mind. I later made adjustments to the robotic pet, like adding a laser thing into it's antenna and a couple of other weapons. But I forgot one thing- an off button! So life continued to get better.

Teen Years
But when everything gets to it's peak, it's starts to go downhill. And that's what happened to me. I was on a trip with a local group of kids to some lab towards the city limits. None of my usual friends were there, so I was bored out of my mind. I got curious and left the group (the adults never looked for me). I opened a door and saw something that looked familiar to me: my mother's silver "S" necklace! (I still don't know what the S means.) I ran up to retrieve it, and as soon as I grabbed it, some of the scientists saw me and began the chase. Well, as you could imagine, I ran out of there as fast as I could. As I was running, I put the necklace on to make things easier for me. But it didn't. I was chased into the experimenting room and tripped over a pillar that had a red glowing chemical in a glass case. The glass shattered when it hit the ground and the chemical glowed the brightest red I'd ever seen. I don't remember what happened next. One moment I saw a beam shot at me, the next I was laying on a cot, 2 scientists and 2 doctors around me. They told me that the Sileaze chemical that was stored in that case and somehow turned it's into energy and transferred it's self into my necklace. They also told me that the clasp of the necklace went now into the back of my neck and had somehow hooked onto a vein and part of my spine! I knew at that moment that I was never going to be able to take it off. So I asked how long. They respond with a shrug and said "I don't know". But they did tell me that I have to be careful about how many times I become angry (necklace glows red) or when I'm in pain (necklace glows black). They said that when I'm angry or in pain, the sileaze chemical multiples faster and takes control of me better. Joy. I was completely lost after that. But I realized something. I wasn't going to let this stop me. I now had to live my life to the fullest everyday. Now exceptions. I became a daredevil. I learned to how to ride a skateboard, and those skills helped me learn to ride my hover board better then ever. I learned to ride a bike standing up on the handlebars, and how to fight while on one. Those skills came really in handy when I got my main ride: my precious black custom Suzuki Hayabusa, with a few modifications. Nothing was too dangerous for Chelsea Lisa Parker! After all of this had happen, I met Darien Matthews. Iris, DC, Matt, and I were walking around the city, and came across a teen hang-out. Darien was a track star. Iris nudged me to use my natural attractiveness (like I have any??!) To flirt, but as it turned out, as I started to walk over, his girlfriend walks over and hugs him. What was even worse was that he was friends with Matt so they came over. My face must have been bright red, though according to Iris, I was perfectly fine. As time I went on, Darien started hanging with our group more and more. He’s the one that suggested that give your little group a name. And hence, the MISFITS were born. Not every original, but hey. It fit our purposes. There was DC, number 5. Being the coward of the group, and also being the group idiot, being number 5 fit him well. Darien was number 4. We would have given him five for being new, but eh. He wasn’t that dumb. Matt was 3. He was the smartest guy on the team. 2 was Iris. I remember her saying if she wasn’t number 2, she would have DC’s parents preform surgery on all of them. And I was 1. The leader. The head honcho. Basically, I ruled.

Now
Then I got into an accident. You could blame that one the sileaze, my dare-devil side. Earlier the day, I had gotten into a fight with a friend and I was pretty upset. So I went for a ride. So I took my black Lotus Elise (which is now totally destroyed) on to those cliff roads that are over the ocean. I was doing about 179 mph and I got a sharp pain in my arms. The Sileaze started to attack again (Random pains for me are caused by the sileaze in me). But this time I lost control of my arms and the car. I drove off the end of the road and just plummeted into the ocean. I was knocked out, and woke up back in the same bed as before, with the same 2 scientists and the same 2 doctors. They explained to me that because of the attack, they had to replace my arms. But that's all they said. So, life has been pretty good. SPIDER is still around, and is now annoying the heck outta everyone. I'm taking care of a little girl named Savvanah. She's ok, but she's kinda like SPIDER. I'm a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, Judo, and Kung Fo at the moment. But I'm going to stop there! I plan to learn every type of martial arts there is. I'm working on karate now at the moment. I'm super-good with computers. There is nothing I can't get into! Nothing is protected from me! I go clubbing with my little posse almost 3 days a week. The other night's I'm either riding my motorcycle like a carzy lady through-out the city, or working on something back home. But I'm always having fun, no matter what it is! Just watch out when I'm being serious or when I'm angry. I'm not having fun then. Just a warning to you peeps.

Elseworlds
The first Elseworld is with Epsilon, Orion, Solaris, and a rather strange man named Nick. It takes place in a Megaman type of world. In this storyline, I'm sucked into a world full of computer and data. I wind up getting into a fight with Epsilon, and prove myself against in him a fight.