Full Name: Anora Rose Feldington. She’s told it’s a name that’s been in her family for as long as anyone can remember.
Nickname(s): Nora. Her closest friends occasionally call her Cam, which is short for “Chameleon,” gained thanks to her frequently changing her hair color.
Actual Age: 19
Appeared Age: Hears 16 or 17, much to her annoyance. Though, she's also heard in her early twenties, depending on who you ask.
Race: Guardian
Appearance: Nora is of a petite build, stands at about 5’4”, and weighs around 117 pounds. Her hair falls just below her shoulders and, though naturally a golden brown, is currently died black with bleached tips. She has a bottle of pink dye waiting to be used on the bleached strands, but, alas, her current adventure may likely see the bottle unused. However, she likes to change this every few months, rarely going with natural hair colors; the last time it was a gradient of purple and blue. Out of her entire appearance, her eyes are both the strangest and most memorable part about her: a deep amethyst lined in black and flecked with gold. As far as she knows, no one in her family history shared the same eye color.
Distinguishing Marks: She has a “birthmark” on the front of her right shoulder. It’s black and looks more like a tattoo than a birthmark. It’s in the shape of a wonky S with a V through it--a symbol representing her connection to Pahn. Being an adventurous child, she has a few minor scars from misadventures, and always tends to have one kind of bruise or another.
Clothes Wear: Pretty much along the same style as the above picture. She favors lose-fitting black jeans, dark colored shirts, and has a favorite hoodie. If she isn’t wearing the hoodie, chances are, it’ll be tied around her waist. She also always wears some kind of hefty boots designed to be both comfortable, and durable. Depending on the current color of her hair, she adds accessories that match it as an accent color to her normal Gothic (or occasionally Pastel-Goth) style.
Accessories: She has multiple ear piercings, which are always filled with an interesting combination of earrings, sometimes matching, others not. She also has a thing for belts with studs, her most worn one having a pattern of small skulls and spikes.
Occupation: Waitress at a small mom-and-pop place called The Golden Spoon. Normally works evening shifts, and stays until closing. Since she’s known the owners most of her life, they thankfully don’t care about her rather quirky hairdos, so long as it doesn’t become a problem with the customers.
Weapons: She keeps a knife in one of her boots, because “you never know when you’ll need a knife.” She found it at an antique store her mother dragged her to once. Its hilt is what looks like a varnished silver, and has various mythical creatures depicted on it, a couple of them with colored stones for eyes. Whether or not it’s actually legal for her to have something with the blade length it has—around six inches—she can’t say, but she still keeps it on her. Its sheath is carefully attached to the inside of a boot so it still keeps the weapon hidden, but accessible.
Personality: Anora has always been an adventurous girl. Growing up—and even now—she was always the instigator of the misadventures she and her friends frequently had. With a couple siblings, she was the kind of girl who would sneak out at night to enjoy the quiet of the world, and have her own, private adventures. Her curiosity, knowing no bounds, often gets her into trouble, especially when mixed with her rather impulsive behavior. She is extremely open-minded when it comes to mythical things. After all, she has powers, so why can’t there be other things out there shrouded in magic and mystery? Anora is also the kind of person who, once she gets a thought in her head, won't give up until she gets what she's after, her resolve quick and resolute, and she tends to be more self-assured than she should be, in part because of the powers she has and utilizes whenever she gets the chance.
Major Positive Traits: Open-minded. Curious. Adventurous. Feisty. Spontaneous. Independent.
Major Negative Traits: Impatient. Short-tempered. Headstrong. Impulsive. Sarcastic. Sassy. Kind of gullible. Overconfident. Disorderly/messy when it comes to cleaning.
Magic Abilities: From what she's been told, she currently believes that she controls aether. Her powers are far from fully fledged, but she currently has the ability to generate a magical energy that she has experimented with since she was a child. At present, she can use it to move objects, as an offensive strike, solidify it as a shield (though she has had little opportunity to test it against more than projectiles she had her best friend, Janet, throw at her) and potentially as weapons, and manifest it in a raw form that she can play with and form into various shapes. Though, since she was the only person she has encountered who can actually see the purple, crackling energy riddled with gold and black speckles, she does that more for her own amusement.
Physical Abilities: She is extremely quick and agile from years of practice… such as running from trouble in the many instances when she caused or ran into it. It also comes in handy as a waitress, quick reflexes often preventing mishaps. She is a decent singer, and an excellent artist.
Physical Weaknesses: She lacks upper body strength. If it came to a fight of brute strength, she would lose in a matter of seconds. She can't cook to save her life—she’s pretty sure she could burn water. Also, those mishaps I mention that she manages to avoid? She causes—or almost causes—them more often than not.
Magic Weaknesses: Her powers aren't limited. While smaller, daily things are easy to do and don't take up much energy, the greater the magic, the more of her energy it drains. If she overuses it, she could end up passing out, and when it comes to shields, they're only as sturdy as her energy levels. After any of her extended practice sessions, she usually needs to make sure to replenish her body, and take a decent rest. It also has a link to her willpower, so the stronger her will, the stronger or weaker the magic.
Mental Weaknesses: She relies heavily on her powers for small things that most people wouldn't notice, so losing them or finding out that it was all just some sort of elaborate delusion would break her spirit. She would do just about anything to keep her family and loved ones safe, so losing them would also deal a heavy blow. Though she hides it well, she's also rather depressed, hating how normal everything is. One day is exactly the same as the next, which is one reason she tends to try to make as much adventure for herself as she can.
Fears: Snakes. Of being caged, be it physically or mentally.
Ticks and Tags: Ticks: Twirls her hair. Bites lip when nervous. Rarely seen not listening to music outside of work. Always keeps a sketch pad and drawing utensils in her backpack. Has the habit of collecting random things she finds when out and about. Tags: Doodles on her hand all the time with a pen she keeps in a pocket, so always has something inked on the back of the left one. Very animated, and moves her hands frequently when she talks.
Family: Parents: Janette and Austin Feldington. Siblings: Madelyn (fourteen years) and Ethan (twelve years). Grandparents: Anora (deceased) and Jack Feldington.
Other: Is addicted to French fries slathered in both cheese and ketchup. Always brings a backpack to work that has a sketchbook and various pencils in it for something to do while on break. She draws and paints, a lot, and is extremely talented with it. Whenever she uses her powers, the gold in her eyes intensifies and the purple glows slightly.
Short Bio: Since she was a small child, Anora knew she was different, and so did her family. For one thing, while she had her mother’s hair—which her siblings also inherited—her eyes were enough to give anyone pause.
Her parents were loving people, and did their best to raise her and her siblings fairly, but for as long as she can remember, there has always been this nagging feeling lurking in the back of her mind; as much as she loves her family, she has never felt like she truly, fully belonged, like there was something more out there for her, something that she just had not yet seen. So, through the years, she has held onto the hope of finding out what, exactly, was missing.
She found herself drawn to the concept of mythological creatures and beings, studying about them in her free time. Something about the myths and lore seemed to help fill that inexplicable longing.
Then the dreams started. She was around fifteen when her dreams became haunted by lucid visions of creatures and wars she could not explain. From god-like beings and ferocious monsters, to docile creatures she had only seen through fairy tales all ran rampant through her unconscious mind, feeling more like long-forgotten memories than nightmares and dreams merely the product of her fascination.
Around when she was ten, she discovered her powers by accident one night when she was furious with her parents. After storming to her room, a purplish aura flooded her vision, before it swirled with her anger and sent things flying from any open surface.
From then on, she had another thing to devote her time and efforts to: developing and figuring out how to control the new power she had gained. Something about its use just felt right. Like it was meant to be, like she had known it was there all along, waiting for the right moment to manifest. She kept the power from her family. It was her secret, and hers alone. Excluding her best friend, that was.
For the next five to six years, she worked on controlling and using her powers, seeing what she could do with them with her limited knowledge and space to test them. The longing to find that “something missing” only grew. If she had powers, there had to be more out there, others with abilities like hers, right?
But, alas, she never encountered anyone else, at least that she knew of. That is, until she ran into him.
Backpack Contents:
(To be Updated as Necessary)
> Her current favorite sketchbook. It's thick, and its binding was was once black, but is now covered in a graffiti of paintings of random drawings she added to it. Though she hasn't had it for too long yet, it's already about 1/3 of the way full.
> A pencil pouch decorated with skulls and roses. It's packed with various types of pencils and pens for whenever inspiration for drawing strikes.
> Waterproof flashlight. Because she never knows where she's going to end up on one of her daily 'adventures,' or for how long.
> Extra batteries sealed in a Ziploc baggie.
> Three--now two--energy bars just in case she ends up overusing her powers without thinking about it, and needs an emergency snack.
> Bottle of water. One of those refillable ones. She usually tries to keep it full, but does forget about it every now and again.
> A dirt-caked chain. She can't remember where or when she picked that up, but it's decently thick and sturdy, and long enough to wrap her hand about five times. Best guess, she found it, thought it was neat, shoved it in her bag, and forgot about it.
> A couple empty Ziploc bags.
> Her wallet.
> Her phone, which she's shut off to avoid GPS tracking.
> Her favorite black hoodie. Though she usually wears it, it's been impractical to keep it even at her waist.
> Some random stones she found on her adventures and thought looked neat.
> Wrappers and loose dirt. It's in need of a cleaning, but where's the fun in stopping to do that?
