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YOU WERE BORN IN THE CITY, SURROUNDED BY EVERY KIND OF SMILE. to this day, you never learned exactly why you left. mom and dad weren't mutants, but they didn't seem phased when you developed some odd abilities in your childhood. your injuries healed faster than expected, cuts and scrapes gone overnight, bruises not even making it to dinner. one recess, you discovered you could use this on others — by touching their skin, you could heal their wounds and take them on, yourself. the day you came home littered in paper cuts, elbow scrapes, badly-concealed tears was when they realized this couldn't be taken lightly for much longer.but, as always, if there were a nicer way to tell this story, it wouldn't be this story.when you were newly eleven, they damn near knocked down your door looked for you: the mutant. you don't remember most of this night, woken by thuds and grunts in the dark. a scream, and how red your mother's lips were when she told you to run to the neighbor's — you knew the man, he worked with your dad; you were too scared to make her better. she hauled you out the window and you ran. a shot rang out and windows began to glow. rattled his door and hid in the bushes against the siding. all was quiet. you saw him peak through the blinds. he saw you. you know he saw you.when others ventured out, forced the faceless forms away, you didn't move and didn't peak. not for the sirens. not for hours. when dawn finally broke, they recognized the victims' faces in yours. dad's friend decided not to comment.it became clear you couldn't control yourself anymore. the aunt who took you in, not knowing how to help, sent you to xavier's school. for a long time, this thing you didn't even know you had to control seemed less manageable than ever — you healed unintentionally, taking on maladies from so much as the grip of a hand, leaving the burden on your own body to mend, faster than most but far from instantaneous.the next few years built strength and precision somewhere you should've been safe. but kids will be kids. a "prank" involving someone's fractured ankle broke the camel's back. you were gone as soon as you could walk out the door with your backpack and a last-minute go-bag handed to you by a precognitive student you only knew in passing... you didn't expect to need it, already with a destination in mind, but fate had other plans: your maternal grandparents rejected you; you hadn't seen them much since your childhood and you quickly learned why — didn't want trouble, they said. they didn't seem too pleased to see you, anyway. the bag turned out to have everything you needed to keep you going through the summer.a job and a new friend got you by a year, until your building turned to rubble — par for the course in this day and age. the boy who saved so many needed healing, but he appeared to have it covered. he was alone, like you. you took him to the school. it wasn't as bad as you remembered, when you approached it from an arm's length.you're in and out now, wherever the wind blows. the best you can will yourself to do, drawn in by atrocities and that one undeniable use of yours. people remember your name for the irony second, and your goodwill first. there was a story your dad told you growing up — you name yourself after it: the bird bid to be caught so its song would cure the king. less notable was its magic than the fact that it refused to be caught. until the end of the story, that is. some versions say it was the bird's will then, too; but that isn't now. it doesn't get much easier, but you do live.

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001 : / EARTH-616 / MAIN. / in which mercy is a mutant with healing abilities, too often tossed to and fro by the narrative. see stats page and her linked timeline!002 : / THE LAST OF US / APOCALYPSE. / the cordyceps virus spreads when mercy is nine years old. she and her parents make it to the pittsburgh QZ in search of family, but find none. it is only a few years before they plan an escape, during the orchestration of which her are infected, leaving mercy alone, avoidant of QZs for fear of her life, and doing whatever the hell she must to survive.003 : / THE HUNGER GAMES. / mercy, from district eight, won the 72nd hunger games at age seventeen by the skin of her teeth. upon the third quarter quell, she allies herself with the rebels and is later kept with the remaining victors in district thirteen, away from the action.004 : /PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS. / mercy is a daughter of hermes. after about a year and a half unclaimed at camp and still struggling to feel in place, she goes off on her own, going from place to place. she's finally claimed after the battle of new york and visits camp for the first time in years: maybe not to stay, but certainly to see what's changed005 : / FABLES. / in the homelands, she was a bird. ibong adarna, known for its song's soporific and healing properties, was nigh impossible to catch, secretly able to shift into the form of a girl and stubborn against capture. in fabletown, her purpose is less clear. she wanders often, typically drifting from town to town, unlikely to come when called.006 : / GEN-FANTASY. / — / TBA.

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