Post by Amarie on Nov 14, 2008 21:00:53 GMT -5
The Basics;
[/center]Name: Amarie Anaklusmos
Age: 15
House: Rosewood
Where you stand: Mutant
What are you: Student
Powers:
O Celerity
O Clairvoyance
O Mediumship
O Empathic Mimicry
Likes:
+ Singing
+ Dancing
+ Joking
+ Laughing
+ Imagining
+ Being herself
+ Being in the passenger seat
Dislikes:
- Having to be in control
- Restraints
- Small spaces
- Pain
- Death
- Crime
Personality:
Amarie feels a bit uncomfortable when in control, but she is for no reason shy. She is rather outgoing, and she likes to be independent and not restrained by rules. This girl is one dove who does not like to be caged. Cages are her ultimate place of misery. Her spirit is strong, and she has a free and innocent mind to go along with it.
Amarie hardly ever gets mad, because she feels that if someone says something that could insult her, they weren’t doing it on purpose, or they were doing it to vent their own anger or for some other reason. But if you do happen to hit a nerve, Amarie will usually cry and run away. Amarie is pretty sensitive, but she isn’t at all a crybaby. Her emotions are strong, and she is rather passionate.
Due to her power of mediumship, Amarie sometimes seems to talk to things that aren’t there. Some of these invisible life forms are imaginary; some are the spirits of the deceased. Amarie never really realized that she was actually seeing spirits; she just figured she had a very vivid imagination or something of the like. She does have a rather vivid imagination, however, and she is quite good at fabricating stories and lies, if she would do so.
Amarie likes the truth. She doesn’t like lies, so it is hard to get her to make up a lie unless it is absolutely necessary. Amarie is also a lover of what is right and just, and she won’t easily do something that she knows is not right. She has a good heart, and is over all a good person.
History:
Born into a rich family, Amarie was an only child, and lived happily and got most things she wanted. All that changed at seven years. When Amarie was seven, her parents first realized that she seemed to be able to react and sense things a normal person shouldn’t. Her parents were very boastful and not at all great people, so soon, some anti-mutants were after her. She realized her danger after listening in on her mother’s phone call to one of them, and then she sensed some danger, so she packed a bag with some things and jumped out of her window, running away from home.
Amarie had been a vagrant for a while before she heard of a special place that she could go where there were other children and adults like her. She heard of it while wandering around at night, where she heard some worried parents talking about it through an open window. She didn’t know where this place was, but she started looking for it. She first heard the name ‘Rosewood’ on the streets, where someone happened to say the word mutant, with a bit of disgust in their voice, but with more awe. She searched a few phonebooks that she happened to find in recycling bins or garbage cans, but she hasn’t found an address yet.
She is still currently looking for Rosewood, where she hopes to find a home.
The Look;
[/center]General Appearance:
Amarie is basically pretty average looking. Her hair is blondish brown,, and has bangs that she occasionally flips to one side or the other. Amarie’s face is rather pale, and her skin is smooth and soft as a baby’s. Her eyes are pretty pools of liquid chocolate. Amarie’s lips are full and usually a pretty rosy pink color.
Amarie isn’t too tall of a girl, but average height. If you argue she isn’t average, you would say she was a bit tall. Amarie is slight however, and her smile is reflected into her eyes. When Amarie smiles, she does so with every ounce of her body. Amarie is rather thin, but strong muscle hides underneath her skin. Amarie may not look strong, but really, she is.
Celebrity Name: Kay Panabaker
Celebrity Picture:
The Who;
[/center]OOC Name: My name is Allie, so you can call me that. ^^
OOC Age: I’d prefer not to say.
The What;
[/center]Experience: Actually, I think two or three.
Example:
The sun rose over the horizon, spreading yellow light over the parts of the world that weren't bathed in the coolness of a shadow. Nothing now was good, or evil; nothing was true, or false; everything now just was. It was that time of day when everyone is silent; the world just goes on.
Now, people were normally asleep at this time of day. There was no point, really, to be up this early. Most people didn't get as much sleep, as it is, so why waste some of it to be up this early?
Yet still, a tall man was crossing the street, the only sound heard were the clacking of his books against the worn asphalt beneath them. He hummed a quiet tune under his breath, and he was carrying a small bundle, wrapped tight inside his jacket. You might have looked out your window, and supposed he was going to the post office to drop off a package. But if you had been looking, you would have seen him stroll past the post office casually. That, apparently, wasn't where he was headed.
His brisk pace quickened, and he disappeared around the corner of Apple and Willow Street. Willow Street was sort of the skid row to this town. The houses were dilapidated, and you could tell not many people lived there. Most people who accidentally turned down that street would turn right back around, convinced they were going in the wrong direction. Most were. But some, like this man, did know where they were going.
Now, more sounds than the clapping of shoes against pavement could be heard. If you listened closely, you could hear a couple children crying, and someone shouting, probably at the children. The man walked up to this building, and knocked. All sounds from the inside ceased, and quiet cursing was heard as someone made their way to the door. It opened, and the man was faced with a rather flustered looking woman.
"Yes?" she asked tersely, eyeing him suspiciously and somewhat rudely. Children with wide eyes, dressed in rage, pulled and hung on her skirts; they stared up at the man.
"I'm Arthur," he said, in a strong, regal voice that you might think belonged to a king. "I called to say I was dropping off a Child?" The way he said 'Child' gave everyone listening the thought that 'child' was a word of great power to him, and therefore, was capitalized.
The woman stared up at him even more suspiciously. "Did you, eh?" She seemed to size him up, then her shoulders slumped a bit. She was already in trouble with all the kids she had, and she didn't need another. She didn't want to seem inhumane, though.
The man seemed to sense her discomfort, and he raised a perfectly arched brow at her. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I did call." His lips formed the words flawlessly. Take one look at the woman, and you would know she would take that child in. It was hard not to be enchanted with the man. His blonde hair and striking blue eyes didn't help. He was a man any woman would melt for.
"Yes, well, bring it in," said the woman briskly. She didn't want to appear impolite, but it might have already been a little too late.
"Don't mind if I do."
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