Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 17:49:14 GMT -5
Full Name:
Avery “Twitch” Sinisterra
Gender:
Female
Age:
Eighteen
Power:
Kinetic transfer, Avery can transfer previously absorbed kinetic energy into other objects, meaning that she can, for example, jump, and transfer the shock absorbed from the jump into an item or store it herself for later use, then release it by hitting something with the item. She can also increase the kinetic energy of herself or an object, allowing for a short spike in power. She has had the power since she was born, but she didn’t learn about it until her early teenage years.
Appearance:
One of the best words to describe Avery would be petite. Avery is quite short, standing at a rather underwhelming five feet, three inches tall, and weighs one hundred and ten pounds. While she is a very thin person, the word scrawny wouldn’t describe her in the slightest, she has taken very good care of herself throughout her life, making sure that she was always in the best physical condition she could handle. Avery’s hands are host to two rows of scars, one of the rows is directly in the middle of her palms, and are extremely straight, the other rows are jagged and seem to have been a series of puncture wounds on the lower half of her palms. She has narrow shoulders and a slender neck. Her face has a bit of a heart shape to it and is dressed with almond-shaped, chocolate brown eyes, her lips are naturally a light pink color, and the lower lip is slightly larger than the upper one, giving her a constant slight pout. If she actually makes the decision to move past her constant, slight smirk, one would see that her teeth are well cared for, straight and white, she will almost always have her retainer somewhere on her person, whether that be in her purse or not, is anybodies guess.
Avery makes a point to make sure that her wavy, blonde hair is kept just about at bicep-height, and she very rarely allows it to go uncared for every day. She can be seen on a daily basis wearing anything from jeans and T-shirts, to fancy dresses and high heels. Avery is the type of person to be constantly moving about, attributing to her nickname of “Twitch”, she cannot sit completely still for an incredibly long time.
Personality:
Avery is a very quiet person, she enjoys spending time with few people, and trusts even less. Unlike most people, she is quiet before she gets to know people, and once they do get to know her, she hardly changes in this regard, she guards her past fiercely and will rarely allow any sort of secret of her past to be heard. She is outgoing whenever the subject has something to do with learning, learning of any kind, Avery absolutely loves to be taught and enjoys learning new things, especially things that have to do with art. Avery is extremely artistic and often finds herself becoming lost in music or drawing, she began to play the mandolin at a very young age and soon moved on to include the piano and guitar to her small arsenal of musical instruments at her disposal. She always has a sarcastic, snarky remark lined up to dispute any argument that may come up that challenges any of her beliefs. When she becomes angry she tends to hold it in, that is unless it’s something that challenges her honesty or integritt, she is a generally unconfrontational person but won’t hesitate to defend her beliefs. At a very young age Avery developed a fear of heights, or more specifically, falling, which tends to hurt much more the higher up you are, along with the fear of heights she is afraid of almost all of the common things: the dark, spiders, and especially fire. When she becomes afraid she enters into the most primal form of fight or flight possible, if it truly threatens her life she will usually fight as hard as she can in the time that she has.
Weaknesses:
She must find a release for the kinetic energy rather soon after absorbing it.
She is slow to trust and as such will often come off as unfriendly.
She must touch the item to transfer the kinetic energy.
The larger the object, the longer the process of transferring energy will take.
If she hasn't taken the time to store up any sort of energy, she herself will lose energy until she loses consciousness.
Strengths:
She can deposit any amount of kinetic energy into an item as she so wishes.
In the absence of an object to transfer kinetic energy into she may release it to add a little bit of an extra kick to any sort of defense she may find necessary.
Avery is a quick thinker and is quite the silver tongued charmer when she so wishes.
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History:
Avery was born on April 19th 1995 in Maine. Avery grew up in quite the picture perfect family, her parents worked hard to support her and her twin brother, they lived a rather happy life doing what they did. Her father was a businessman so her family moved where the business did, they never stayed in one place for quite an extensive amount of time, but she enjoyed this, she thought it was easier to leave when the connections were new, rather than after she established long term friendships. Avery and her brother constantly made good grades in School despite the constant moving around and the difficulties associated with this, however, her brother succeeded in one very specific area where she did not. Her brother constantly spent time away from home with friends and all of that jazz while she would spend time alone with her music, drawing people she saw or otherwise thought up.
Her family discovered that she was gifted on one night that led to a rather terrible chain of events to follow. Avery and her father had gotten into a fight and in the midst of their yelling she stormed off to her room, slamming the door right off of its hinges. She stood there, staring at the decimated doorway with an open mouth. Her parents saw this happen and immediately threw the young girl out at the age of fourteen.
Avery began to understand how her power worked as she stayed on her own, a wanderer, town hopping over and over again until she felt that she had to move on. Without her knowledge she had begun to slowly make her way towards the event that would send her off to Albion.
In Character Example:
Florida, July Twentieth. The air was thick with humidity as the day began to wind down to a close, thick, grey clouds gathering in the sky above. A lone figure in jeans and a hooded tee trudged down the street, weighed down by a military rucksack. The sun finished its time in the sky just as huge drops of water began to smack against the ground. The lone figure stumbled along until it met a bench on the sidewalk, the person plopped down and lifted their eyes up. Avery sighed softly, throwing the hood off of her head as she scanned the area. She nodded quietly to herself and shut her eyes.
*Time lapse*
Avery's eyes flicked open, it was pitch black outside, it was still sprinkling, however it was almost pitch black outside, besides the rings of light beneath the street lamps. She sighed softly, shaking her head vigorously, water flicked off of the ends of her hairs. She let out a heavy sigh and stood up, attention turning to the direction that she had come from, she suddenly went on alert. There were two shadowy figures walking down the street, directly towards her, both were definitely males and the moment she saw them their pace increased dramatically. She placed the hood on her head and lifted her rucksack onto her shoulders.
As the footsteps came closer her hands fumbled in her pockets, they continued a frantic motion until her hands lighted on a small blade. The footsteps behind her stopped and she spun, facing the two men. One of them had a wide, cocky smirk on his face, his shaved head reflected the light from the street lamps quite effectively. The other man was wearing a hood, and as she looked, there was definitely a sharp stiletto in his right hand.
Baldy made a clicking sound with his tongue and opened his palm, the knife in Avery's knife was ripped away from her hand, her stomach filled with fear and she backed up until her back collided with a brick wall. Baldy spoke up.
"Now now, there's no need for struggle, not as though there's any use for it, not much you can do at this point. Isn't that right freakshow?"
Freakshow simply nodded his head, but still stayed back a step or two, he seemed to be straining a bit against something. Avery glanced around, then bunched her hands into fists ready to fight if it was needed.
"What do you want from me?"
Baldy smiled and took a step towards her, he set a hand on her shoulder, acting a bit too friendly.
"We are simply following orders, ya see, somebody has offered us quite a large sum of money, to bring people back to him. Specifically young people who have some sort of... gif-....ability. That's why we came for you, Freakshow here said he thought something about you, so I followed his hunch. And here we are, don't hold back on me, what can you do? Somebody as frail as you... see in the dark? Maybe a healer of some ki- Gah!"
He was cut off by a strong palm slamming into the backside of his elbow, the bone snapped and was jammed through the skin, he released Avery's shoulder and staggered backwards as the young woman dashed off towards the nearby docks her rucksack slowed her down immensely, but she still made it out eventually, as a final measure she slid to a stop beneath a street lamp, picking up a small stone. Freakshow was about fifteen yards behind her as she chucked the item at him, the small stone pelted him in the chest with the force of a small grenade, cracking a few ribs and sending him back, sprawling five meters further back. She nodded and quickly resumed her walk towards the dock.
*Time Lapse*
Avery's brother sat, slumped against the facade of a ruined building, both hands entangled in his hair as he muttered angrily to himself. This continued for a few minutes before a lady in a fancy business suit opened the door to the burned out building.
"Mister Sinisterra, he'll see you now."
He nodded and walked up the steps to the entrance of the building, he grunted in pain and entered the office like space, a man with a shaved head turned his head, only to scowl, another man sat, turned around in his chair, back facing the entrance to the building. The man with the shaved head spoke.
"There's the Freakshow...You'll like this..."
Connor Sinisterra sat in the open chair and the man behind the desk turned, his face half hidden by the shadows in the office space.
"Mister Sinisterra, you have failed us. Leave town within the next week or I will come after you myself, now leave, I'm not wasting another word on you."
Connor nodded and stood, slowly making his way out of the building. He sighed softly as he entered the dark night. With his eyes locked in the direction of the docks, he started walking, a smile on his face.
