Post by evangelicsavard on Dec 19, 2007 1:05:24 GMT
Finished? Abso-freaking-lutely! :highfive:[/size][/ul]
O N _ Y O U
Name/Alias: Kity
Gender: Female
Experience: Eight years
Location: New York
C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E
b a s i c s
Full Name: Evangelic Amélie Savard
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: December 24th
Tainted? Yes
Ability: Abalienation - Reading memories and thoughts has become a breeze, but she's just starting to get a hang on tapping other's powers momentarily. She can control which memories or thoughts she wishes to view or if she even wants to see them at all upon contact, but "borrowing" powers is something she can't help but to do. The person she has "borrowed" from, by simply touching, will often feel a slight falling feeling until skin to skin contact is removed. Depending how much has been sapped (typically small amounts), they often feel drowsy.
Beliefs: It's purely genetic. Carried by a parent gene to the child. Perhaps some people have the gene and it'll lay dormant for all their life but they may pass it to their child who can experience it at maturity. Her mother once told her that fairies blessed us with these capabilities. Then again, Evangelic was six years old.
a p p e a r a n c e
Eyes: Almond shaped eyes with blue irises that change according to clothing. Light colors cause them become crystal blue and dark colors cause them to become a sapphire blue.
Hair: A blonde color that falls mid-back in waves. Typically worn with a mid-part or in a lazy bun.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 121lbs.
Distinguishing Features: Minor stretch marks on her lower abdomen. The name 'Michael' tattooed on the inside of her left wrist in script.
Other: N/A
p e r s o n a l i t y
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o r i g i n s
Place of Birth: Grenoble, France
Family:
History: Born and raised in Grenoble, Angie never really knew her parents. She can only recall glimpses of them. The two were made of wealth and left her with a nanny on most nights to go off and do whatever it was that they did. Her mother, though, made several genuine attempts at being a respectful parent. She told her about the Tainted and how her father and her had built this image. How she loved the Tainted, but her father hated their kind dearly. She told Angie how she hoped that one day she'd become a Tainted too. Of course, all these sweet nothings soon turned into just that, nothing.
At about the age of ten, Angie was shipped off to an adoption agency. By the age of 15, she'd been in and out of homes more than her little fingers could count. Most of the reasons had been the same; she was too quiet, hardly ate, never made friends, and had turned into a down right boring child. Finally, when she turned 16, she was adopted into the Carrière family. They were a quiet family themselves, or so it seemed, and eventually they'd broken her out of her shell. These two were what had brought her to Sanglignée, their home town.
She finished out her last year of school with other students instead of the home school programs the adoption centers put her through. Her school was where she had first met the cocky boy, Luc. It was tragedy from the beginning. She hated him, he was in love with her. Her ability had first started to begin just before she turned seventeen when she started catching glimpses of his childhood. She never caught full memories, just seconds of his past every now and then. With all the outspoken hatred towards the Tainted, she'd learned that this was something best kept as a secret. She wouldn't even tell her new, loving parents for a few years.
Luc called her Ang, and Ang it would be. Around the age of 18, she caught her first, real glimpse into his past. Suppose that's why she decided to lose it to him? Finally give it up, tell him she felt the same way. Suppose that's why he left her... He'd won the fight, he'd only be with her a month longer until he realized the only reason why he loved her was because she was the hardest girl to get with. It was a few weeks after he left her that she found out she'd been harboring a love child. Abortion was simply not an option for her.
Michael was born three months prematurely. Ang spent every moment that she could at his side. Every now and then, Theodore would come to take her home and leave Sophie in her place to watch him over night while Ang slept in a real bed. She'd eat her breakfast in the car on the way over. This strict procedure continued for two full months before Michael had gotten sick and passed away.
It took some time to get over the shock and loss. She'd spent time at playgrounds talking to mothers. She'd shake their hand or hug them just to glimpse briefs memories of what it would have been like. It was moments like these that Ang had been most proud of her talent. She had even mustered up the courage and finally told Sophie and Theodore of what she could do. At first they were cautious, but that only lasted a few days. They were Untainted, but hadn't been corrupted into believing that the Tainted were something to be viewed as evil.
Evangelic never dated again, in fact, she never pursued another man unless it was a one-night-stand. Eventually, with the help of her parents, she purchased her own home. It's a small cottage, but it does the girl well. Two stories, a kitchen and dining room on the bottom and the two bedrooms on top with a half bathroom downstairs and a full bath up. To complete the cozy factor, she took in Shirley, Jacques, and Gaston. The three little kittens made things seem more like a home instead of just an empty house.
m i s c
RP Sample: [W] Eden Yoshida -- MP
She'd been there for going on thirty minutes now, swaying her body on the dance floor. Several seemed to keep their distance from her, others were simply drawn in. She figured she might as well dress up for this visit, she'd been coming here so often she could be considered a regular. Flat, knee-high leather boots, her favorite pair, a pair of black satin shorts, and a tight, black leather vest. Make-up was minimal, just simple black eyeliner and clear shimmer lip gloss. The only thing that seemed to be out of the ordinary happened to be the five scratches skimming her right cheek, one significantly smaller than the other four. She'd left her hair loose, having no intention to fight tonight. But, just in case, she'd left one gun strapped to her thigh and out in the open for all to see.
She'd only come to Confessions for a simple meeting with the owner. A lengthy voicemail was left discussing a job that needed to be taken care of. She was told to mingle in the open while waiting for the owner. After giving the bird with that sexy smile of hers, she decided it would be a good idea. Most of the club-goers tonight were dressed tacky, most seemed to show off too much flesh for the "right" kind of attention. Eden had been in this business her whole life, she wasn't stupid about how addicted mortals like herself had become to the feeling of being bitten, simply being used for their blood. The thought disgusted her.
Her hips moved seductively, her lips just barely pursed. She knew she had a body, and from the looks of it, she knew just how to use it. She followed every curve that happened to catch most eyes. If ever asked, she would admit to loving this sort of attention. She knew she may not have what some men wanted. Her breasts were small and, although she had a finely shaped behind, her ass was lacking in the term 'booty.' It didn't help much that her fine skin on her cheek had been marred, but they weren't deep enough to make any lasting negative impressions.
A tall, dark man approached her calmly and only to leave her with a small envelope. He leaned to whisper something in her ear, that to which she smiled. Those who were well trained at reading lips would have seen the 'fuck you' pass through hers. She stepped away and stuffed the small thing next to her left breast and made for the bar. A Budweiser would satisfy her every need of getting wasted. After she would finish the bottle, she'd leave for another bar to find some easy lay. But for now, here she was, casting glances around the pathetic faces of these people. Until one in particular had caught her eye.
His attire was simple, but he definitely didn't fit in. His eyes weren't sunken with bags, he held a good posture, and there was something about him that could have possibly been... intimidating? Eden was interested. She pushed herself away from leaning against the bar top. After a few quick footsteps, she was standing next to the seat on his left.
"Is anyone sitting here?" Without waiting for a single response, she'd taken it and gave him a good head to toe. Not bad looking. He might be able to get away with a few bruises on her. She wondered how his bed wrestling was the most. She let her small smile dance across those lips at such a devious thought. "You don't fit in and I haven't seen you here before. Might you have a name?" She quirked a brow, that smile of hers now hinted with her cocky nature.
Character Model: Emilie de Ravin[/blockquote]