Post by Tempest on Jun 10, 2008 21:03:32 GMT -5
Name:
Caroline Beatrix Harlequin
Age:
29
Power(optional):
She can manipulate sound waves. Why is this so important?
Well, it certainly makes her an intimidating teacher. She can magnify her voice to several hundred times it's usual intensity. Or she can, within a certain range, either silence noises or make them louder.
Which means she'll make a student pay for disrespecting her during class.
This also means that she can change the wavelength and frequency of sound, creating different pitches and noises. (she likes to sing... ^__^) This makes her practical jokes, when she does any, very funny.
Despite her love of the humanities, she is very good at physics because that's the science that deals with her Gift.
Desired Class:
Librarian, Vice-principal
Personality:
Up until a while ago, she was the kind of person that carried around a tranquility around with her wherever she went. She has begun to recover this tranquility, but it's not nearly the same. If a person spent enough time in the same room with her, he or she might notice a nervous fidget or jumpy demeanor. Still, it's a long way from how she used to be.
Still, she manages to be a good teacher and a happy person most of the time. Caroline often bursts into songs when she's in a good mood. She also has a mishievous streak when she thinks it's not going to do any lasting harm. Given her gift, she can throw voices all over the place and confuse the heck out of other people.
It takes a bit to get her good and angry, but she's very vocal when she is. A few people have actually caused her to lose her temper and, in turn, they lost their hearing.
Appearance: She is long-limbed and has a healthy build- not overly skinny or terribly pudgy. Naturally, she's on the constant diet because she has poor self-image.
Her skin is lightly tanned, due to her half-hispanic heritage, and her shoulder-length hair is a dark brown color. She dyed it from it's natural dark red recently. She just didn't like the reminder of her childhood trauma.
She has rich brown eyes with gold flecks, like gilded coffee. Her lips are full, like her mothers, but she carries a refinement in the slope of her cheekbones and in the curve of her neck.
Due to a childhood trauma recently relived, she has designs scarred all over her body. She used to cover these up with sleeves and long, loose skirts, but her half-brother convinced her recently that she didn't have to hide and she didn't have to answer questions.
The scars, by the way, were reopened, so they are a little sensitive.
Weaknesses, strengths?:
There are a lot of weaknesses in her character, but it's to be expected. She's a bit jumpy, due to her recent encounter with a past haunt, and her trust is not easily given. As was previously said, she has self-confidence issues and quite a bit of guilt. As a devout Catholic, she has done something she doesn't think is forgiveable, even with the mitigating circumstances.
She loves rich food, and goes through stages of bingeing and the resulting shame purge.
However, she is still the product of her experiences. She is fairly resilient when she has a mind to be, and her stubborness is legendary. When she puts her mind to something (not including diets), she usually pulls it off.
Also, she has a pretty optimistic personality when you get past the entire scars thing.
Plus, her reluctance to talk about her past has made her an excellent listener.
Some history on the character?:
When she was a child, she experienced trauma no person should ever feel. When waiting for her parents to pick her up after school, she was kidnapped.
You know how your parents always warn you about the man asking you to help him find his puppy? Well, she was the stupid child that didn't obey that important adage.
She'd realized something was wrong when they reached a part of the city she didn't recognize. Night was falling and the man's appearance wasn't so reassuring anymore. Caroline said something about going home and the man assured her that he would.
Something clicked in the girl's mind and she hopped out of the SUV as soon as it stopped. However, the emerald-green eyed man caught her and slung the lightweight elementary schooler over his shoulder as easily as a sack of potatoes... if potatoes made the same kind of fuss that Caroline did.
No, she had not discovered her Gift just yet. She still had some hope- somebody would hear her, right? It was a bad part of the city. The buildings around them were gloomy shells of age-old architecture. Almost all of the windows had shabby, drawn curtains.
If people were there, they were ignoring her. Caroline wasn't surprised, but she had been hoping that this situation would be different somehow. This was not the time to be overlooked!
It had been a cloudless day, and the remaining light colored the tops of the buildings a brilliant crimson-orange.
That was to be the last bit of sunlight Caroline would see for about two weeks.
The green-eyed man took her into an abandoned building and they went down. For all Caroline knew it could have been Hell. The man was a lot stronger than he looked and it seemed that Caroline's struggles didn't even perturb him.
During the day, the girl was locked in a lightless room, expected to eat the sleeping-drug-laced food and pass out for a few hours. Caroline didn't touch the food, of course. This only made her even worse for the wear when Lennox returned. During the night, the madman who called himself an artist would light a single candle and set to work with a box cutter and some rope.
Caroline discovered her Gift the day after the first time the man cut designs into her skin. She sobbed but there was no sound, no matter how hard her shoulders shook. She reached out and pounded the walls of his room, but nothing seemed to come of it.
It was like she'd disappeared and been assimilated into the darkness.
The days passed in pitch-black paranoia, the nights crept by in candlelit agony. Soon enough, she'd lost enough blood to be too weak to need ropes or sleeping medicine. Throughout all of this, the madman spoke. Caroline didn't hear him after the first day, but the man had said enough to let Caroline know that she'd been a target for a long time... something about the color red.
The girl didn't understand... but it would not have been good had she really comprehended the reason behind the insanity.
A couple times she hallucinated. Soon after dawn and she was curled in a corner and a light... a dancing reverie of a distant memory would hover in the opposite corner. Her blood-caked fingers moved, as though she wished to reach out and touch it... but her arm was a lead weight.
Later, the police found her and took her away. Even if she had a chance of coming away from that unscathed, there was no way to ever forget.
She recovered enough to lead a somewhat normal life. At least she had her Gift, right? Sure, it got her fired from a school when she lost her temper and blasted some windows with a wave of sound, but it was worth even that for the silence she could create. Mostly, she just moved around and avoided her past like the plague. She even left her parents behind.
Then she relived a nightmare.... the man who had attacked her when she was young escaped from prison. After a couple of weeks of complete terror, the situation came to a head.
She ended up killing the man.
Despite the fact that she loved her job and home in that city, she needed to get away from the bad memories.
Hence the move to Forest Academy.
After a while, she decided that she could do more for the school. She worked through a second masters degree and became the vice-principal.
IC:
They stared for just a minute, then Belisarius murmured from his place in the back of Era's mind, "Felix."
"Felix? Should I say something?"
"N-- yes. I want to see whether or not this is truly who we think it is."
Era, feeling braver for the advice of somebody other than the usual voices, took a few slow strides towards the man around the edge of the lake.
Nikolai stood his ground. This mere child would not scare him away, although her actions were peculiar to an extreme. However, he was not prepared to stand against what she said.
"F-Felix?"
That one word could have stopped his heart. How did this whelp know the name of one of his past personas? His eyes narrowed involuntarily, and he gave her a searching look before forcing his outer appearance to relax and saying, "I'm sorry, you must have mixed me up with somebody else. My name is Nikolai." He folded his arms across his chest. This was somewhat hard to do since his jacket was just a tad too small, but he managed. "Who are you?"
"It's him." Her new ghost had come to that decision immediately
How do you know?
Were you watching his eyes? If he was not Felix, then he would have looked more confused than suspicious. Besides, the denial came a second too late to be just coincidence.
That knowledge in mind, Era responded to the guy's question. I'm Era.
Her mind reeled suddenly. This man was... was... what was he? Her visions had been from the early medieval period, yet he seemed perfectly unchanged, except for his hair and clothes. Her eyes flicked down to take in the entirety of his appearance, then they strayed back to his silver eyes.
You could find out.
What?
You've got the potential here to uncover the truth behind his state of static youth.
I can't contr-
He cut her off with an expletive that was foreign, yet perfectly understandable. You are running away again.
Nikolai was quickly growing disconcerted with the stare. This tiny slip of a girl was getting him nervous with the unwavering, grey-eyed gaze she had re-locked onto his own eyes.
It was like being interrogated, save without physical torture. A mental probe, without the mind-reading. What was her power?
Could he stay this distressed for long without Shifting? Her mention of his past name couldn't have been coincidence, not with this sort of circumstances.
Code words: Festina Lente
Picture:
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topnews.in/files/Barbara-Mori_0.jpg
Caroline Beatrix Harlequin
Age:
29
Power(optional):
She can manipulate sound waves. Why is this so important?
Well, it certainly makes her an intimidating teacher. She can magnify her voice to several hundred times it's usual intensity. Or she can, within a certain range, either silence noises or make them louder.
Which means she'll make a student pay for disrespecting her during class.
This also means that she can change the wavelength and frequency of sound, creating different pitches and noises. (she likes to sing... ^__^) This makes her practical jokes, when she does any, very funny.
Despite her love of the humanities, she is very good at physics because that's the science that deals with her Gift.
Desired Class:
Librarian, Vice-principal
Personality:
Up until a while ago, she was the kind of person that carried around a tranquility around with her wherever she went. She has begun to recover this tranquility, but it's not nearly the same. If a person spent enough time in the same room with her, he or she might notice a nervous fidget or jumpy demeanor. Still, it's a long way from how she used to be.
Still, she manages to be a good teacher and a happy person most of the time. Caroline often bursts into songs when she's in a good mood. She also has a mishievous streak when she thinks it's not going to do any lasting harm. Given her gift, she can throw voices all over the place and confuse the heck out of other people.
It takes a bit to get her good and angry, but she's very vocal when she is. A few people have actually caused her to lose her temper and, in turn, they lost their hearing.
Appearance: She is long-limbed and has a healthy build- not overly skinny or terribly pudgy. Naturally, she's on the constant diet because she has poor self-image.
Her skin is lightly tanned, due to her half-hispanic heritage, and her shoulder-length hair is a dark brown color. She dyed it from it's natural dark red recently. She just didn't like the reminder of her childhood trauma.
She has rich brown eyes with gold flecks, like gilded coffee. Her lips are full, like her mothers, but she carries a refinement in the slope of her cheekbones and in the curve of her neck.
Due to a childhood trauma recently relived, she has designs scarred all over her body. She used to cover these up with sleeves and long, loose skirts, but her half-brother convinced her recently that she didn't have to hide and she didn't have to answer questions.
The scars, by the way, were reopened, so they are a little sensitive.
Weaknesses, strengths?:
There are a lot of weaknesses in her character, but it's to be expected. She's a bit jumpy, due to her recent encounter with a past haunt, and her trust is not easily given. As was previously said, she has self-confidence issues and quite a bit of guilt. As a devout Catholic, she has done something she doesn't think is forgiveable, even with the mitigating circumstances.
She loves rich food, and goes through stages of bingeing and the resulting shame purge.
However, she is still the product of her experiences. She is fairly resilient when she has a mind to be, and her stubborness is legendary. When she puts her mind to something (not including diets), she usually pulls it off.
Also, she has a pretty optimistic personality when you get past the entire scars thing.
Plus, her reluctance to talk about her past has made her an excellent listener.
Some history on the character?:
When she was a child, she experienced trauma no person should ever feel. When waiting for her parents to pick her up after school, she was kidnapped.
You know how your parents always warn you about the man asking you to help him find his puppy? Well, she was the stupid child that didn't obey that important adage.
She'd realized something was wrong when they reached a part of the city she didn't recognize. Night was falling and the man's appearance wasn't so reassuring anymore. Caroline said something about going home and the man assured her that he would.
Something clicked in the girl's mind and she hopped out of the SUV as soon as it stopped. However, the emerald-green eyed man caught her and slung the lightweight elementary schooler over his shoulder as easily as a sack of potatoes... if potatoes made the same kind of fuss that Caroline did.
No, she had not discovered her Gift just yet. She still had some hope- somebody would hear her, right? It was a bad part of the city. The buildings around them were gloomy shells of age-old architecture. Almost all of the windows had shabby, drawn curtains.
If people were there, they were ignoring her. Caroline wasn't surprised, but she had been hoping that this situation would be different somehow. This was not the time to be overlooked!
It had been a cloudless day, and the remaining light colored the tops of the buildings a brilliant crimson-orange.
That was to be the last bit of sunlight Caroline would see for about two weeks.
The green-eyed man took her into an abandoned building and they went down. For all Caroline knew it could have been Hell. The man was a lot stronger than he looked and it seemed that Caroline's struggles didn't even perturb him.
During the day, the girl was locked in a lightless room, expected to eat the sleeping-drug-laced food and pass out for a few hours. Caroline didn't touch the food, of course. This only made her even worse for the wear when Lennox returned. During the night, the madman who called himself an artist would light a single candle and set to work with a box cutter and some rope.
Caroline discovered her Gift the day after the first time the man cut designs into her skin. She sobbed but there was no sound, no matter how hard her shoulders shook. She reached out and pounded the walls of his room, but nothing seemed to come of it.
It was like she'd disappeared and been assimilated into the darkness.
The days passed in pitch-black paranoia, the nights crept by in candlelit agony. Soon enough, she'd lost enough blood to be too weak to need ropes or sleeping medicine. Throughout all of this, the madman spoke. Caroline didn't hear him after the first day, but the man had said enough to let Caroline know that she'd been a target for a long time... something about the color red.
The girl didn't understand... but it would not have been good had she really comprehended the reason behind the insanity.
A couple times she hallucinated. Soon after dawn and she was curled in a corner and a light... a dancing reverie of a distant memory would hover in the opposite corner. Her blood-caked fingers moved, as though she wished to reach out and touch it... but her arm was a lead weight.
Later, the police found her and took her away. Even if she had a chance of coming away from that unscathed, there was no way to ever forget.
She recovered enough to lead a somewhat normal life. At least she had her Gift, right? Sure, it got her fired from a school when she lost her temper and blasted some windows with a wave of sound, but it was worth even that for the silence she could create. Mostly, she just moved around and avoided her past like the plague. She even left her parents behind.
Then she relived a nightmare.... the man who had attacked her when she was young escaped from prison. After a couple of weeks of complete terror, the situation came to a head.
She ended up killing the man.
Despite the fact that she loved her job and home in that city, she needed to get away from the bad memories.
Hence the move to Forest Academy.
After a while, she decided that she could do more for the school. She worked through a second masters degree and became the vice-principal.
IC:
They stared for just a minute, then Belisarius murmured from his place in the back of Era's mind, "Felix."
"Felix? Should I say something?"
"N-- yes. I want to see whether or not this is truly who we think it is."
Era, feeling braver for the advice of somebody other than the usual voices, took a few slow strides towards the man around the edge of the lake.
Nikolai stood his ground. This mere child would not scare him away, although her actions were peculiar to an extreme. However, he was not prepared to stand against what she said.
"F-Felix?"
That one word could have stopped his heart. How did this whelp know the name of one of his past personas? His eyes narrowed involuntarily, and he gave her a searching look before forcing his outer appearance to relax and saying, "I'm sorry, you must have mixed me up with somebody else. My name is Nikolai." He folded his arms across his chest. This was somewhat hard to do since his jacket was just a tad too small, but he managed. "Who are you?"
"It's him." Her new ghost had come to that decision immediately
How do you know?
Were you watching his eyes? If he was not Felix, then he would have looked more confused than suspicious. Besides, the denial came a second too late to be just coincidence.
That knowledge in mind, Era responded to the guy's question. I'm Era.
Her mind reeled suddenly. This man was... was... what was he? Her visions had been from the early medieval period, yet he seemed perfectly unchanged, except for his hair and clothes. Her eyes flicked down to take in the entirety of his appearance, then they strayed back to his silver eyes.
You could find out.
What?
You've got the potential here to uncover the truth behind his state of static youth.
I can't contr-
He cut her off with an expletive that was foreign, yet perfectly understandable. You are running away again.
Nikolai was quickly growing disconcerted with the stare. This tiny slip of a girl was getting him nervous with the unwavering, grey-eyed gaze she had re-locked onto his own eyes.
It was like being interrogated, save without physical torture. A mental probe, without the mind-reading. What was her power?
Could he stay this distressed for long without Shifting? Her mention of his past name couldn't have been coincidence, not with this sort of circumstances.
Code words: Festina Lente
Picture:
img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/medias/nmedia/18/60/07/77/18608204.jpg
topnews.in/files/Barbara-Mori_0.jpg
