Post by Olwen on Apr 15, 2012 15:43:19 GMT -5
OLWEN LITHISIA
AGE 17
BIRTHDAY N/A
SPECIES Human
ETHNICITY N/A
GENDER Female
SEXUALITY N/A
DORM Lyra
POWER Bone manipulation is where the young woman's skill set lies. Whether it be her own bones or the bones of the dead, she possesses the ability to control them. This power includes being able to grow bone where one would not typically find bones and having puppet-like control over the bones of corpses. When it comes to broken bones, she can regenerate them more quickly than the average person. Because of her abilities and the terrible tendency to break bones frequently, Olwen has thickened many parts of her skeleton to prevent them from breaking again.
Olwen occasionally grows bones outside of her body just for kicks and feels next to nothing when bone pierces through flesh. After having spent a few years ritually doing it over and over again she has grown accustomed to the pain that initially would've brought her to tears.
A possible side effect of her power is a shaking in her right hand that comes out of no where. It starts as a small quiver and then shakes to the point where she can't hold a pencil still. It has never happened to her before, but it could be possible for Olwen to grow a bone and accidentally damage internal organs.
Controlling corpses is much like controlling a puppet. Her abilities latch onto skeleton pieces like strings and bend to her will. She has never tried to control a living skeleton and doesn't plan to.
APPEARANCE Coming from a family of average humans with no special characteristics other than their incredibly darkly colored eyes, Olwen looks much like a normal teenage girl. She stands at about 5'6 and weighs 120lbs and none of it is muscle. Her skin is much like that of a ghost and is very pale, in some places it might even be translucent due to the constant use of her powers in that particular area. Scars from accidents are mainly located on the lower half of her legs and the back of her shoulders; the largest scar she has, runs from her left collar bone all the way to the end of her shoulder blade. Long strands of dark brown hair reach down her back and eventually fades into an even darker shade of black. Out of pure habit, Olwen will pull her hair back into pretty much anything so long as her hair isn't in her face.
Color isn't exactly her favorite thing to be found wearing so she tends to stick to the basics: black, white, grey, maybe the occasional splash of red or blue, but never much more. The only occasion she wore an entire rainbow was at a LGBT parade and even then she hid behind darker colors.
With all of the scars and super pale skin, she finds that wearing less clothing (shorts, t-shirts, crop tops) is a great way to start conversations with strangers. Each mark on her body has a story that she isn't afraid to tell.
PERSONALITY Olwen is a gentle soul that doesn't socialize much but when she does, she listens to everything her acquaintance has to say and then replies accordingly. If someone were to approach her, the chances of her initiating a conversation are slim, but if the other person were to speak first then she would happily help continue the conversation. She despises talking about herself without having the other person ask first and feels self conscious whenever someone pounds her with personal questions but absolutely adores hearing what other people have to say about themselves. Olwen will talk about herself, but prefers to have people ask her questions rather than rant on about herself. When talking to other people she well tend to fidget, play with her fingers, twirl a strand of hair around her finger, bounce her leg up and down, and probably avoid eye contact, though she doesn't behave like this in front of close friends.
Even though the sweet smile on her lips may suggest that she is a happy person, it is not always the truth. While she is not clinically proven to be depressed, Olwen lacks the ability to remain happy for very long. She tries to distract herself by reading, playing her violin, or painting, but the sorrow eventually kicks in again. In one of these dark moments Olwen will distance herself, speak very little, and try to get away from any people who might try to talk to her. No one has ever seen her like this due to her witty evasive skills.
With her enjoyment of listening to people talk about themselves, she finds that giving advice and constantly being there for her companions are her fortes. Many times before she has helped get her friends out of trouble or comforted them after a hard day. After having done this a few times before, she has almost mastered the meanings of body language.
WEAKNESSES Asking for help in any situation is something that terrifies her. Having always been on her own, the idea of getting advice from anyone else seems unnatural. Getting cold easily, her fingers and arms get cold very quickly and feel like icicles.
STRENGTHS Knowing every single bone in the human body. Playing musical instruments. Giving advice and listening to other people's troubles. Noticing a change in someone's mood.
HISTORY Nothing can change the past or erase memories that scar just as badly as actual wounds. Her past came from a small town, nice farm, cute house, normal looking family in Scotland. Olwen was born on the bed that she continued to sleep on for the next 16 years of her life, stained brown from when she first came from her mother's womb. The say that when she was born, all of the bones in her body were fragile, like dried up twigs. A few of them had cracked on the way out and were wrapped up by gentle grandparents. A mother who did not want to see her daughter persuaded the father to remove the child from her side for a while. A while gradually became a month, a year, a decade, but the father could not leave the daughter.
The bond they had was almost just as unpredictable as the density of Olwen's bones. With a small town having no clue what "bone modification" meant, no one knew what was wrong with her. She was the child who broke a bone while walking to school, then would be completely healed a week later. She was the child who would get mad and ball her little fists with the bones of her knuckles pierced through thin flesh. Rumors spread that her tears were bone fragments and the other children of the town would try to make her cry, throwing stones at her head or calling her a freak.
The teenage years were far more daunting than her childhood had been. A father who steered clear of a mutant child, surrounded himself in work and false lovers. Olwen made friends out of farm animals and avoided the social aspects of life until she met him. A boy with more experience in love than she and her father had combined. Tall, dark, mysterious, handsome, someone the local freak would never think to find something beautiful in. But he did not love her. Kisses full of promise haunted her dreams, filled her with an idea of what true love might be. The boy lusted for the ability to brag over being the one to take her virginity. He would talk to her, lying about his own problems, urging her to try to comfort him with whatever she could give. It happened, eventually. Then the boy left with something she could never get back and gave her father another reason to hate her.
Nothing she did was right in his eyes. Once he heard the rumors that was it. With storms in his eyes and rain in her's, he threw her down the basement stairs. A gash formed from her collar bone all the way to her shoulder blade but nothing was broken, except for her heart.
She escaped the small town, nice farm, cute house, taking what little hope she had left along with the cracked violin from her papa.Faceclaim is Adèle ExarchopoulosTemplate by Sky ★ Inspired by Laika of GS
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