Arella Thullier

[arella]

Finished? Yush.


O N _ Y O U

Name/Alias: Guess who's back, back again. Tany's back.
Gender: Doll.
Experience: Oh, years. About six.
Location: South Carolina. ._. Steal me away?

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C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E

b a s i c s

Full Name: Arella Corinne Thullier.
Age: Twenty-one.
Gender: Female.
Date of Birth: July 2nd.
Tainted? Yes.
Ability: Precognition. She can predict little things, like the phone ringing, but nothing too special. Naturally, she uses her 'talent' to scam people now and then, but means well. Heck, she doesn't ever think she'll quite understand it's magic.
Beliefs: People are people, love them for their faults and their flaws. Practice random kindness.



a p p e a r a n c e

Eyes: Her right eye is hazel, more brown than green, while her left is a dark, inky blue. They're somewhat spoon shaped, framed by curvy black lashes, and topped with a pair of slightly angled eyebrows.
Hair: Falling slightly passed her shoulders to where her underarms begin it is the color of wheat and somewhat wavy. Usually a pain to brush in the morning as it tangles easily, and something of a hassle to get out of hairties for that same reason.
Height: 5'6".
Weight: 121 lbs.
Distinguishing Features: Perhaps her mismatched eyes, thanks to a condition called heterochromia.
Other: She doesn't wear pants of any kind - skirts or dresses. The end. She blames it primarily on her old-fashioned grandmother.



p e r s o n a l i t y

Likes:
- Being a woman.
- Colors.
- Water. And alcohol.
- Psychology-based books.
- Intelligent sarcasm, humor, and jokes.
- A person who can challenge her.
- Gentlemen.
- R E S P E C T - find out what it means to me.
- The unknown aspect of her future.
- The smell of fresh cut grass.
- Mind teasers.
Dislikes:
- Questions about her heterochromia.
- Flavored drinks, alcohol aside.
- Cell phones.
- Rodents.
- Loud, screaming bands.
- Dirt on her white clothing.
- Grayscale photographs.
- Ketchup.
- Cliches.
- Mis-matched clothing. Brown does not go with neon.
The Good Points:
- Smiles a lot.
- Intelligent.
- Somewhat witty.
- Honorable. True to her word, even if her word sometimes wavers.
- Doesn't allow others to bring her down. She's a 'head held high' kind of girl.
The Bad Points:
- Self-centered, conceited, and egotistical.
- Hypocritical and a bit indecisive.
- Annoying. Goes on and on and on until someone threatens to hit her. Or worse.
- Fake. Or, can be.
-Clumsy.
- Emotional, but what girl isn't?
Habits:
- Biting pen caps.
- Smiling.
- Screening her calls.
- Humming when everything else is quiet.
Possessions/Obsessions/Other:
- Her bicycle. No, she can't drive.
- A ratty old diary that never leaves her person.
- Often wears a peacock feather in her hair - it belongs to her grandmother.
- Obsessed with puzzles and trivia.



o r i g i n s

Place of Birth: Sanglignee, France.
Family:
Jean-Francois Thullier - Father.
Therese Corinne Thullier - Mother
Corinne Duchesne - Grandmother. {Mom's side.}
Morin Thullier - Eldest brother. {26}
Lucien Thullier - Middle brother. {23}
History: Arella, the only female child to be born into the Thullier family, was a quiet child. Her mother wore shawls, large glasses, and sewed quite a lot. Her father was a writer for a free-lance newspaper. Lucien and Morin, her elder brothers, were both loud, obnoxious boys who spent their free time playing cops & robbers and pretending to shoot Arella with their fake guns. And their grandmother, Corinne, had never worked a day in her life. Overall, their family was rather normal.

Except, there was obviously something odd. With two unruly boys who tended to get into loads of mischeif and trouble there was bound to be a few cuts, bruises, and broken bones. However, with a simple 'kiss to make it better' from their mother everything really WAS 'all better'. Therese was a Healer. Or, rather, in the world of Tainted and Untainted, a Vitakinesis. It was still a myth to the three children if their father possessed some form of 'magic', too.

Around the time that Lucien started showing bits of this 'magic' Arella started showing interest in studying this. How was it that people could... do things? She'd heard rumours, sure, but had certainly never witnessed such. As she got older and Lucien got better at his ability - biokinesis - she realized that there were others out there with the same 'powers' and there were quite a lot of them. In fact, Sanglignee seemed home to them. With this new knowledge was the birth of Arella's love of wondering about the future and she soon asked for a crystal ball for her birthday.

She finally got one, at the age of sixteen, and began pretending she had the ability to predict things. It annoyed her brothers to no end, as she often told them they would succeed to be nothing. She was joking, of course. Until one day when she told her mother to answer the phone and not but two seconds later it rang. She was seventeen, her mother was shocked and proud. Arella, since then, has been practicing on her brothers and family, and doing all she can to perfect her ability. During the holidays she'll even offer to answer people's questions about the future for money. It brings in income, at least, even if it IS a scam.



m i s c

RP Sample: From a Harry Potter site with my baby, Serbia.
Serbia shrieked again as the woman roared at her to 'shut up' and the Hufflepuff immediately ducked under the table. Automatic reaction of sorts, seeing as the brunette had spent many days under the Hufflepuff table crawling around. At least whatever it was that Carrow had attempted to do missed... her, at least. The table wasn't so lucky. Slowly rising back up the girl brushed at the seared corner, feeling quite shaken, and much more scared than before - but really, her main concerns were for Whitney. Stupid or not, Serbia wasn't the type to think of herself in crisis.

When Whitney's meek 'don't have' caught the prefect's ears she sat up a bit more straighter. Was he alright!? Was he hurt? She really couldn't take this, it was all too much - too insane. Before long Whitney was fully speaking - about the cookies, but speaking nevertheless. Following his finger she stared at their charred remains with a frown and then his notebook and then glanced back at the fallen eagle. It Serbia was positive about anything she was positive she didn't want to ever be that box of cookies. When the other stood she almost moved to help him, but thought better of it; it wasn't that she didn't want to, but her shaking form was really in no condition to help him unless she wanted them both to fall over. And being on the floor in Carrow female's presence didn't seem like a smart or bold move.

He was emptying his pockets now, dropping a load of stuff onto the floor, and Serbia was certain she'd never had that much stuff with her on a good day. Unsure what to say in response to his blatant proof she was saved from anything when a cupid arrived. Bloody hell, not again. There was no mistaken the result this arrival would submit what with Carrow's original reaction to the first - one could only hope any sort of rage or spell she chose to fling as the two of them missed or they escaped, or something. At least said valentine hadn't been for her - Serbia could only imagine where her head would roll. Feeling a mixture of horror and pity crawl up her throat as it did it's job and delivered the valentine to Whitney she bit her lip. Cupids were obviously very dumb, or just had one-track-minds. The Hufflepuff was nearly positive that if she were a cupid she would not put herself in a position to get blown to smithereens; after all, what with Carrow female breathing like an angry bull there was no guarantee what would happen.

Well, except that someone would get hurt.

And expecting the cupid to leave and Carrow female to attack seemed plausible until... well, said cupid didn't leave. Magically enough Serbia was saved from any embarrassment as the cupid turned to their Professor and... Holy Helga. 'Wonderful lady'? 'Gorgeous and majestic'? Was this cupid blind or was it it's job to sugar coat everything? Before any other thought crossed Serbia's mind the cupid was on a roll, singing to Carrow in such a way that any normal person would've vomitted. There was no possible way anyone in their right mind REALLY liked the demon woman. No. Way. Well, perhaps Professor Snape since he was in charge and all and hadn't fired her, but... really. Even evil Headmasters couldn't like things like this, no matter who they worked for, right? It just didn't seem logical. Or human for that matter.

When gifts starting pouring onto the woman Serbia felt her limbs wake up out of their shocked stupor. This was really, truly happening. Serbia Paxton was really witnessing these events. The woman looked downright speechless, which really seemed a bit... out of character for her constantly yelling and violent form. If there was anything stranger it had to be the odd surge of pity that Serbia was feeling towards the woman - evil or not. Catching Whitney's glance from the corner of her eye she turned to stare at him before realizing that he was jerking his head towards the exit. Freedom. And before she knew it Whitney was running for the door.

Her mouth dropped open, body freezing up, and she quickly stuttered, "W - Whit -- ", before throwing herself under the table once more as Carrow exploded in a fit of rage. Bad timing. Hazel eyes widened as a head of a unicorn landed on the bench where she'd previously been sitting; the poor thing! Wincing at the shout Carrow female had given, calling the cupid a 'flying rat' and whatnot, Serbia crawled her way away from the mess of dead stuffed animals and burning chocolate. Carrow female was busy with the cupid which really meant this was the only chance Serbia was going to get to disappear to freedom. Gritting her teeth, she pushed off of the floor as she reached the end of the table, and sprinted out of the Great Hall after Whitney.
Character Model: Kate Bosworth.

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