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Name:
Vanessa Williams.
Age:
Twenty-two. (22)
Gender:
Female.
Personality traits:
Vanessa is a free spirit. She loves bright colors and outside the box ideas. She is frequently day dreaming or doing something artistic to express her wild day dreams in a tangible form. She loves expressing herself with her style; this only accentuated by the fact she can't hide how she feels. Most people can tell what her daily mood is simply by her aesthetic of the day.
Some would consider Vanessa love starved, though that's far from true. She simply loves physical contact and proudly states her love-language is physical touch; yes, she believes in love languages. She loves being a girlfriend the most out of anything. She loves feeling important to someone and tries very hard to please and take care of the ones she loves; this can sometimes come off as motherly or mildly smothering.
Some would consider Vanessa love starved, though that's far from true. She simply loves physical contact and proudly states her love-language is physical touch; yes, she believes in love languages. She loves being a girlfriend the most out of anything. She loves feeling important to someone and tries very hard to please and take care of the ones she loves; this can sometimes come off as motherly or mildly smothering.
History:
Vanessa had a relatively conventional upbringing. She was brought up to fit into a certain box of what's normal and staying away from what's not. Though once she was out on her own she experienced so many amazing things outside the box that she sort of fell head first into it. constantly dying her hair bright colors and finding a style of her own; something her parents definitely do not approve of. Her parents are still loving and they haven't disowned her for it, though she always catches an earful when she visits them for her lifestyle.
Vanessa attended an arts school for a couple years after highschool but sadly had to drop out as the cost began to become more than she could handle on her own. So currently she works at a local coffee shop to pay the bills, painting in her free time and offering them for sale on various websites.
Vanessa attended an arts school for a couple years after highschool but sadly had to drop out as the cost began to become more than she could handle on her own. So currently she works at a local coffee shop to pay the bills, painting in her free time and offering them for sale on various websites.
Quirks:
- Clingy - She LOVES being close to someone. She loves the sensation of holding holding hands or any physical contact.
- Goofball/Airhead - She is kind of spacy. She will sometimes mentally drift and get lost in her own imagination.
- Chewing on nails - When Vanessa gets nervous she often chews on her nails; most times she doesn't really notice that she's doing it.
Likes:
- Maddieeeeee <333
- Sweets/Sour candy. (Favorite candy: Watermelon sour chewies.)
- Bright colors.
- Smalls animals.
Dislikes:
- Monotony.
- Spicy food.
- Mean or overly serious people.
Other:
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"At first I was afraid, I was petrified."
[ Twenty-three | 5'7" | Indian | She/Her | 119lbs ]
[FEAR]
APPEARANCE
"Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side"
Molly doesn't especially lean towards dolling herself up. She is almost always seen without make-up and her dark auburn hair left in messy loose curls, lazily pushed out of her face; and that would be the extent she takes towards styling her hair. Despite her lack of care she was blessed with natural beauty, helping her get away with the little effort she puts towards her looks. She has a soft tan, all thanks to her Indian heritage. She has light emerald colored eyes that she often gets compliments on, which she often responds with an awkward 'oh, thanks man.'
Molly has no noticeable tattoos or piercings; all but a strange insignia tattooed between her belly button and reaching down just past her waistline.
Molly has no noticeable tattoos or piercings; all but a strange insignia tattooed between her belly button and reaching down just past her waistline.
PSYCHOLOGY
"But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong"
MAIN GOAL ⫻ To be strong enough that she is no longer afraid of anything or anyone.
WHAT THEY WANT OUT OF THE COVEN ⫻ She may often say she has joined to learn and grow, to become powerful. But in truth she feels she'll never attain the power to not feel afraid anymore. Behind her words she truly feels safe being around entities that can fuck shit up if life goes sideways.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ The world is filled with shitty people willing to use you as a stepping stone to their own success. So better to be the boot than the stone. But Molly's honestly been conditioned to be subservient and often reflexes back to that default, despite her own philosophy.
SECRETS ⫻ Molly cares way more than she shows. She might try to act tough and nonchalant often. But behind the mask she is frequently terrified of repercussions for her snipes and jabs. Scared someone will see how terrified and frail she truly is behind the curtains.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Molly is far more interested in who's wearing the pants than whats behind the zipper.
FEARS ⫻ Where to f*&!in' begin... Pain. Dismissal. Being Used. Being Forgotten. Sharks. Abuse. Violence. Though after she was blessed with a fragment of Hraesvelgr those fears now also give Molly a rush of endorphins; like getting a shot of adrenaline. The sensation akin to watching a horror movie or riding a rollercoaster, only to the nth degree. Though this only happens when her Mark of Dread is activated. Once her connection to the mark is dropped a wave of uncontrollable terror fills her to the core. Over time she has gotten better at hiding it; though the terror is just as bad as it's ever been.
REPUTATION ⫻ Molly doesn't really go out often; or interact with many people for that very matter. She often sequesters herself to dark corners and out of eye sight. But those that have interacted with her would either consider her soft spoken and nervous/awkward. Or cold or dismissal. Though if those who got the latter paid attention they'd have noticed it not being done in a purposefully bitchy way; but in a more guarded manner.
FLAWS ⫻ Fear. Her fear is often a wall she must constantly hurdle to progress. Her mind is riddled with worst case scenarios and wild day dreams of least optimal outcomes. She often keeps these to herself though. Her attempts with opening up about it have only resulted in people steering clear of the downer. So she'll try and mask it, tell lies about how she's fine and she was just daydreaming. Which she guess' is only a half lie.
WHAT THEY WANT OUT OF THE COVEN ⫻ She may often say she has joined to learn and grow, to become powerful. But in truth she feels she'll never attain the power to not feel afraid anymore. Behind her words she truly feels safe being around entities that can fuck shit up if life goes sideways.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ The world is filled with shitty people willing to use you as a stepping stone to their own success. So better to be the boot than the stone. But Molly's honestly been conditioned to be subservient and often reflexes back to that default, despite her own philosophy.
SECRETS ⫻ Molly cares way more than she shows. She might try to act tough and nonchalant often. But behind the mask she is frequently terrified of repercussions for her snipes and jabs. Scared someone will see how terrified and frail she truly is behind the curtains.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Molly is far more interested in who's wearing the pants than whats behind the zipper.
FEARS ⫻ Where to f*&!in' begin... Pain. Dismissal. Being Used. Being Forgotten. Sharks. Abuse. Violence. Though after she was blessed with a fragment of Hraesvelgr those fears now also give Molly a rush of endorphins; like getting a shot of adrenaline. The sensation akin to watching a horror movie or riding a rollercoaster, only to the nth degree. Though this only happens when her Mark of Dread is activated. Once her connection to the mark is dropped a wave of uncontrollable terror fills her to the core. Over time she has gotten better at hiding it; though the terror is just as bad as it's ever been.
REPUTATION ⫻ Molly doesn't really go out often; or interact with many people for that very matter. She often sequesters herself to dark corners and out of eye sight. But those that have interacted with her would either consider her soft spoken and nervous/awkward. Or cold or dismissal. Though if those who got the latter paid attention they'd have noticed it not being done in a purposefully bitchy way; but in a more guarded manner.
FLAWS ⫻ Fear. Her fear is often a wall she must constantly hurdle to progress. Her mind is riddled with worst case scenarios and wild day dreams of least optimal outcomes. She often keeps these to herself though. Her attempts with opening up about it have only resulted in people steering clear of the downer. So she'll try and mask it, tell lies about how she's fine and she was just daydreaming. Which she guess' is only a half lie.
BACKSTORY
"And I grew strong."
Hraesvelgr is an Apparition who began to form when the first humans were terrified of fire and shadows. He was merely a spark when cave men hid in caves to hide from the sound of thunder. As the world grew, so did he. One thing most all humans experience is fear. For one reason to another, caused by one thing to the next. And seemingly as the world grew more populated, the more fear each individual had. As before man feared what he could not see. The shadows possibly lurking in the trees. Smoke in the distance. The potential of predators. Slowly it shifted. Humans began to fear one thing more than any other. Other humans. They saw the potential evil in others. Their potential for violence. Inflicting pain. Their truly vicious natures that simmered beneath the surface.
He became strong. Consuming the fear that saturated the air. Giving him form and power. Through his multitude of life time sentient only one group had known of his existence and treated him like a God. The Vikings. Viking Seers, or the One-Eye open as they are called in this day, were able to see The Apparition of Fear. They saw his visage and felt his power; and they wanted a piece. So they began to worship him, honor him for them to possibly attain a piece of his power. He was amused by this act. They feared as all other humans feared. Yet they bowed at his feet. Out of sheer curiosity he agreed to give their people a Fragment of his being. With that small piece blessed to their people they were able to conquer fear; use it as a fuel to set a fire within them. Use it to instill fear into their foes, and remove their own fear.
During this time the Apparition of Fear was given his name, Hraesvelgr. And for a time Hraesvelgr enjoyed his time. The viking belief and the fear they instilled in their enemies fueled his power far more than any other time in his existence. But men are perishable. And eventually the time of the Viking past. Thus leaving Hraesvelgr without his worshippers; to meander through the world, fueled by the fear that permeated it.
Through the progression of time the Fear he knew shifted. No longer was the masses afraid of swords, war, evil rulers, strange dangers lurking in shadows. Now they feared their electricity getting shut off. Not making their phone payment. Is Billy cheating on me? Inconsequential bullshit that did not satiate his tastes. Humans resorting the thrill seeking and scary movies to feel true terror for but a moment of fleeting excitement. The fear in the world kept him strong, but it's kind left a poor taste in his mouth.
Until he happened upon a young girl; broken and trembling from fright and a genuinely terror that made her bones brittle. And she hadn't even laid eyes on him, yet.
He became strong. Consuming the fear that saturated the air. Giving him form and power. Through his multitude of life time sentient only one group had known of his existence and treated him like a God. The Vikings. Viking Seers, or the One-Eye open as they are called in this day, were able to see The Apparition of Fear. They saw his visage and felt his power; and they wanted a piece. So they began to worship him, honor him for them to possibly attain a piece of his power. He was amused by this act. They feared as all other humans feared. Yet they bowed at his feet. Out of sheer curiosity he agreed to give their people a Fragment of his being. With that small piece blessed to their people they were able to conquer fear; use it as a fuel to set a fire within them. Use it to instill fear into their foes, and remove their own fear.
During this time the Apparition of Fear was given his name, Hraesvelgr. And for a time Hraesvelgr enjoyed his time. The viking belief and the fear they instilled in their enemies fueled his power far more than any other time in his existence. But men are perishable. And eventually the time of the Viking past. Thus leaving Hraesvelgr without his worshippers; to meander through the world, fueled by the fear that permeated it.
Through the progression of time the Fear he knew shifted. No longer was the masses afraid of swords, war, evil rulers, strange dangers lurking in shadows. Now they feared their electricity getting shut off. Not making their phone payment. Is Billy cheating on me? Inconsequential bullshit that did not satiate his tastes. Humans resorting the thrill seeking and scary movies to feel true terror for but a moment of fleeting excitement. The fear in the world kept him strong, but it's kind left a poor taste in his mouth.
Until he happened upon a young girl; broken and trembling from fright and a genuinely terror that made her bones brittle. And she hadn't even laid eyes on him, yet.
Youth~
Molly's birth wasn't a gift. At least she didn't consider it a gift. More aligned with a burden, a burden her parent's reluctantly accepted. She was the first generation of her family to move to be born in America. Expectations for her success were set before she was barely a blip on a grainy monitor. She doesn't remember a time she wasn't enrolled in Ballet, Gymnastics, and advanced learning courses. And these activities she found were not intended for fun and exercise. They were grooming for her future. To teach her obedience and structure. Her father was an angry man, easily provoked to strike Molly in private when she didn't perform to his standards. And her trainers... Let's just say they had very specific techniques to "loosen up" their students. After a time Molly began to emotionally shut down. Despite the beatings she still didn't exert the effort her father expected. She was forced into therapy, though never spoke out against what had happened. So they simply prescribed pills to help correct her. But she only ever pretended to take them. She knew what was wrong. Pills didn't help this particular kind of pain she felt.
Young Adult~
By the time she turned 18 Molly left the home while her father was at work, her mother passed out on the couch with a glass of wine barely balanced in her hand. She left with what she could carry and the cash she had been hiding for the past few years. She found a new life a few states away. She began calling herself Molly and often avoided giving her last name. But like most victims of abuse, they often find themselves in repeated scenarios. She had a few relationships during this time. Some worse than others, but all backed behind some level of abuse. She supposed it was all she knew how to handle up to this point. She didn't understand kindness. This was familiar. The bruises. The names. The pills to help her sleep through the aches. During this time she spent a lot of time jogging, explaining it was to keep up her figure; which her partners didn't argue against the idea. But in truth it was an escape. The idea of running away. Fleeing from something. From someone. But she always found herself walking back to her apartment.
Hraesvelgr~
She was only 22 when she Hraesvelgr found her. She was out on a run late at night. In full sprint until her lungs was on fire and carrying on as far as she could before she collapsed in a local park. She fell to the grass, hidden in the darkness of the crescent moon. She curled herself into herself, sobbing silently as she grasped desperate at her knees; pulling them into her chest. That's when Hraesvelgr smelt her fear and drew him in. Suddenly Molly felt something watching her. In a frantic expression she looked around until her eyes fell upon a hellish visage, it's stature humanoid and made up of indescrimate twisted flesh and protruding bone. Its flesh, if one could even call what covered the creature, shifted and cracked; leaking out crimson flecks that seemed to dance in the evening breeze. She expected to be terrified. But in truth she felt relief. She had seen strange things since an early age. But she always thought they were breaks in her psyche caused by trauma. So she often ignored it and pretended it wasn't there. But this, whatever it was that stared down at her, she couldn't pretend. She could feel the heat this figure expelled simply from his presence. It was a force that she could feel even from this distance.
It remained motionless, aside from the faint sniffing motion before exhaling a plume of steam from it's skeletal face. Despite it having no visible lips, she could sense it was smiling. "Fear..." She heard the words, though the sound enveloped her. Leaving her to only assume it came from the creature. "I had not smelled it so purely in so long."
Molly hardly recalls the rest of the night. Maybe it was her psyche protecting her against the fear that began to swell as the realities of the situation became more and more true. The next thing she remembers is waking up in bed. Assuming the whole thing had been some strange dream. Until she saw the pool of dried blood splattered across the bathroom walls and floor across from her bedroom. Within she found her current boyfriend; well, former. His body was ripped and cut, something that seemed more violent than precise. She couldn't tell what she felt in that moment. It wasn't fear. It wasn't regret. She had a feeling in her that she knew she had done it. And all she felt was relief and the sensation of vomit trying to work its way up her throat; which she quickly. Suddenly reality suddenly shifted. There she stood in the bathroom looking at the curtain of the shower, behind was her very much still alive boyfriend washing himself behind the plastic partition. She blinked a few times in confusion. Apparently it was some weird, vivid daydream.
Unlike before in her life she felt she no longer had to stay here. She had the strength to leave. While he showered she collected what she could fit into a dufflebag and backpack before jumping into her car and driving off in no specific direction.
It remained motionless, aside from the faint sniffing motion before exhaling a plume of steam from it's skeletal face. Despite it having no visible lips, she could sense it was smiling. "Fear..." She heard the words, though the sound enveloped her. Leaving her to only assume it came from the creature. "I had not smelled it so purely in so long."
Molly hardly recalls the rest of the night. Maybe it was her psyche protecting her against the fear that began to swell as the realities of the situation became more and more true. The next thing she remembers is waking up in bed. Assuming the whole thing had been some strange dream. Until she saw the pool of dried blood splattered across the bathroom walls and floor across from her bedroom. Within she found her current boyfriend; well, former. His body was ripped and cut, something that seemed more violent than precise. She couldn't tell what she felt in that moment. It wasn't fear. It wasn't regret. She had a feeling in her that she knew she had done it. And all she felt was relief and the sensation of vomit trying to work its way up her throat; which she quickly. Suddenly reality suddenly shifted. There she stood in the bathroom looking at the curtain of the shower, behind was her very much still alive boyfriend washing himself behind the plastic partition. She blinked a few times in confusion. Apparently it was some weird, vivid daydream.
Unlike before in her life she felt she no longer had to stay here. She had the strength to leave. While he showered she collected what she could fit into a dufflebag and backpack before jumping into her car and driving off in no specific direction.
Present~
The time between her discovery of Hraesvelgr and now she spent discovering the powers seemingly held within the mark that she was left with that night last year. She did a lot of online searching on the occult and magic. She found a bunch of different information ranging from totally bizarre to mildly believable. Until she found on online messaging board. She read through it meticulously, reading what people wrote. Finding truth in the words. Some of what she cast off as trauma induced hallucinations others had also seen. Getting in contact with one of the members and explaining her story she was invited to join their Coven. With little thought given she agreed. Once more she left her current environment for something new. So she made her way to Tampa, Florida and the Lucky Strike Casino.
SKILLS & TALENTS
"And I learned how to get along"
W/o Hraesvelgr:
W/ Hraesvelgr:
Basic Cooking ⫻ Molly is no chef, but she can cook boxed meals and make sandwiches.
Athletic ⫻ As a child she was forced to do gymnastics making her rather agile. In her adult life she kept began to do a lot of hiking and jogging as a sort of escape and to keep up her health.
W/ Hraesvelgr:
Reflex ⫻ The fragment of Hraesvelgr attached to her, when activated, gives Molly a wealth of instinctive knowledge. Unlike wisdom, this knowledge merely gives Molly physical benefits. Such as quicker than normal reflexes to changing circumstances and environments.
Martial Arts ⫻ She also attains the knowledge of how to combat against opponents, rather viciously in all honesty. This is not tactically. It is feral and aggressive. This extends to hand to hand combat as well as weapon proficiency; obviously using weapons of her own creation.
ABSTRACTION
"And so you're back, from outer space"
TYPE ⫻ Apparition [Abscised]
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Dread: While Hraesvelgr is contained within Molly's body he is able to utilize nearly his full power; the body's inherent self altering it more towards the skills of the previous host.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻
AURA SENSING ⫻ Molly has practically Zero aura sensing capabilities. Having only One-Eye Open it is terribly unreliable. Firstly, they would have to be in very close proximity. Secondly, the sensation of sensing another Extra-normals aura is quite similar to indigestion; so it's very hit or miss, and basically useless after a heavy taco bell dinner.
LIMITS ⫻ Depending on the constructs size it yields different results. If she creates something small, like daggers or a shield/physical-barrier, she is able to manipulated that created item freely within her 3ft radius without needing to wield it. Larger constructs, like Scythes/Great-Swords/Sledgehammers, she must manually wield in her hands. Furthermore, the size of the creation dictates how many she can craft at any given time. Small - 5 max, Medium - 2 max, Large - 1 max, and 1 Medium and 2 Small. She can also throw these constructs, or launch if small constructs, as projectiles; though beyond 15ft they rapidly deteriorate into ash.
WEAKNESSES ⫻ Molly is not a true Extra-Normal being like the rest of the Coven, which means that she has no emotional field. This means that she is practically defenseless against the wide range of Extra-Normal abilities out there like mind control and certain other abilities that'd more or less kill her instantly.
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Dread: While Hraesvelgr is contained within Molly's body he is able to utilize nearly his full power; the body's inherent self altering it more towards the skills of the previous host.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻
Molly has no inherent abstraction of her own. What she does have is a blessing/gift/fragment of/from Hraesvelgr - The Apparition of Fear. Once his mark is activated Molly's fear fuels a fire within her, flooding her senses with adrenaline and his power. Hraesvelgr's power had mutated within Molly from her own strong emotions of wanting to feel powerful and capable of protecting herself. This resulting in her able to materialize non-organic objects within a 3ft radius of herself; Seemingly formed out of twisted and sharpened bone, strapped and held together by the sinew and rotten flesh of the damned.
Adjoined Boost: Meat-Suit Molly is able to create much larger constructs in larger quantities than before. She is also no longer bound by size with which she is able to mentally control them and at a much greater distance.
Adjoined Boost: Meat-Suit Molly is able to create much larger constructs in larger quantities than before. She is also no longer bound by size with which she is able to mentally control them and at a much greater distance.
AURA SENSING ⫻ Molly has practically Zero aura sensing capabilities. Having only One-Eye Open it is terribly unreliable. Firstly, they would have to be in very close proximity. Secondly, the sensation of sensing another Extra-normals aura is quite similar to indigestion; so it's very hit or miss, and basically useless after a heavy taco bell dinner.
LIMITS ⫻ Depending on the constructs size it yields different results. If she creates something small, like daggers or a shield/physical-barrier, she is able to manipulated that created item freely within her 3ft radius without needing to wield it. Larger constructs, like Scythes/Great-Swords/Sledgehammers, she must manually wield in her hands. Furthermore, the size of the creation dictates how many she can craft at any given time. Small - 5 max, Medium - 2 max, Large - 1 max, and 1 Medium and 2 Small. She can also throw these constructs, or launch if small constructs, as projectiles; though beyond 15ft they rapidly deteriorate into ash.
WEAKNESSES ⫻ Molly is not a true Extra-Normal being like the rest of the Coven, which means that she has no emotional field. This means that she is practically defenseless against the wide range of Extra-Normal abilities out there like mind control and certain other abilities that'd more or less kill her instantly.
OTHER
"I will Survive."
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"Oh, Welcome child to my... oh fuck, it's just you again. What do you want?"
[ 28 | 5'5" | Mixed (Caucasian/African) | She/Her | 109lbs ]
[SATISFIED]
APPEARANCE
"Hey, buddy. You keep staring, I'm gonna start charging ya"
Maddy's only five feet and five inches, weighing 109 pounds soaking wet. Despite that, or maybe because of it, she holds herself well and exhumes an aura of 'bitch try, see how that works out for ya'. Maddy is definitely the type to take care of herself. Her hair is always styled, often in various ways any given day. But the one constant is the strong curls in her black hair, soft highlights of light brown near the ends of her hair. Her eyes are an alluring burnt caramel color that match nicely to her similarly colored skin tone.
PSYCHOLOGY
"Wonder if a fist full of baby aspirin will make this day go faster....?"
MAIN GOAL ⫻ 1- Make money. 2- Have fun. 3- Repeat #1 when possible.
WHAT THEY WANT OUT OF THE COVEN ⫻ Maddy hasn't joined the Coven. Nor does she ever plan too. There's nothing to gain for her there. But she knows of the Coven, and some know of her.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Life is a shit show. Might as well enjoy the ride while you can.
SECRETS ⫻
SEXUALITY ⫻ All challengers welcome.
FEARS ⫻ The fact she is actually really weak. She has no strengths and knowing what is truly out there terrifies her.
REPUTATION ⫻ To some Maddy is a cheesy fortune-teller that has no abilities. Just tells customers what they wanna hear so she gets paid and they keep coming back; which is true in some respect. Some know of Maddy's true gift and often utilize it to mixed results. Most would say her one defining trait is that she doesn't joke around when it comes to getting paid. Good cause, bad cause. If it pulls a big enough paycheck she'll do whatever. Except sell weird shit to pervs. That shit weirds her out.
FLAWS ⫻ She is content with where she's at in the world. Despite her drive to attain money, she doesn't have big plans with it. She likes the shop she works at and it often keeps her for striving for more.
WHAT THEY WANT OUT OF THE COVEN ⫻ Maddy hasn't joined the Coven. Nor does she ever plan too. There's nothing to gain for her there. But she knows of the Coven, and some know of her.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Life is a shit show. Might as well enjoy the ride while you can.
SECRETS ⫻
From Customers- She doesn't actually have a Jamaican accent.
From the Coven - Wouldn't those nosy bitches like to know.
From the Coven - Wouldn't those nosy bitches like to know.
SEXUALITY ⫻ All challengers welcome.
FEARS ⫻ The fact she is actually really weak. She has no strengths and knowing what is truly out there terrifies her.
REPUTATION ⫻ To some Maddy is a cheesy fortune-teller that has no abilities. Just tells customers what they wanna hear so she gets paid and they keep coming back; which is true in some respect. Some know of Maddy's true gift and often utilize it to mixed results. Most would say her one defining trait is that she doesn't joke around when it comes to getting paid. Good cause, bad cause. If it pulls a big enough paycheck she'll do whatever. Except sell weird shit to pervs. That shit weirds her out.
FLAWS ⫻ She is content with where she's at in the world. Despite her drive to attain money, she doesn't have big plans with it. She likes the shop she works at and it often keeps her for striving for more.
BACKSTORY
"I saw it coming a mile away."
Not many people know the full story of Madelaine Lilith McCreed. Hell, most people don't even know her last name. But something the ones who know her do know is that her shop and heritage have been around a long time. And their gifts have garnered respect in the world of the Extra-Normal. And most extra-normal leave her in peace; knowing she is no real threat in the grand scheme of things and can only offer benefit when the need arises.
Most know that she has a long line of Adepts in her history. Spanning through multiple Universes and times. Some within her line can even commune with others of her lineage through their Abstractions; though Maddy has no power to do so herself. She was blessed and trained in Psychometry. Their family believed a gift their child shows in their Lux at a young age is their calling. And should be focused upon and not branched out from. To master your calling. So when she showed promise for Psychometry, they focused solely on that.
When Maddy came of age to take over the shop, 21, she did so gracefully. Taking over the business from her mother; as was customary in their line. And she has been working there ever since.
Most know that she has a long line of Adepts in her history. Spanning through multiple Universes and times. Some within her line can even commune with others of her lineage through their Abstractions; though Maddy has no power to do so herself. She was blessed and trained in Psychometry. Their family believed a gift their child shows in their Lux at a young age is their calling. And should be focused upon and not branched out from. To master your calling. So when she showed promise for Psychometry, they focused solely on that.
When Maddy came of age to take over the shop, 21, she did so gracefully. Taking over the business from her mother; as was customary in their line. And she has been working there ever since.
SKILLS & TALENTS
"When you've been doing it as long as I have, it's like reading a book."
Small Firearms Training ⫻ Having no way of defending herself with her Abstraction she thought it fitting to learn how to use a gun. Pistols can be found in hidden places throughout her shop; or on her person when out and about.
Cooking ⫻ Her father was an amazing cook, and she learned a great deal from her during her raising.
Sewing ⫻ A hobby she picked up in highschool when she thought she'd do cosplaying for fun. She NEVER tells anyone why or how she knows how to sew.
Cooking ⫻ Her father was an amazing cook, and she learned a great deal from her during her raising.
Sewing ⫻ A hobby she picked up in highschool when she thought she'd do cosplaying for fun. She NEVER tells anyone why or how she knows how to sew.
ABSTRACTION
"Yes, place the object in Madame Solstice's hand."
TYPE ⫻ Adept(Cyan)
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Psychometry: Maddy is able to see the history of any object she touches, if she so chooses. She uses a ring gift to her as her Channeler.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Whenever Maddy touches something and activates her Abstraction she is able to see the past history of that item. Able to see the environment in which the object was in throughout the course of its history.
AURA SENSING ⫻ Maddy's aura sensing is incredibly high. It would be very difficult to hide an aura from Maddy's eyes.
LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)
WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Psychometry: Maddy is able to see the history of any object she touches, if she so chooses. She uses a ring gift to her as her Channeler.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Whenever Maddy touches something and activates her Abstraction she is able to see the past history of that item. Able to see the environment in which the object was in throughout the course of its history.
AURA SENSING ⫻ Maddy's aura sensing is incredibly high. It would be very difficult to hide an aura from Maddy's eyes.
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"Yeahhhh... I'm not touching whatever the hell that is."
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Danielle "Dani" Wicker.
Biker; New to town; Looking for work.
. Essentials .
Age: 25
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 122lbs
Build: Fit
Skin Tone: light-tan
Hair Color: Dirty-blonde
Eye Color: Hazel
Marital Status: Chronically Single
. Extensive .
Languages spoken: English (fluent), Spanish (conversational).
Notable Skills: Good with electronics and other various mechanical equipment; Strong for her size; Can find a way to burn water.
Brief History
Dani had a relatively boring, christian upbringing. Her family attended church every Sunday. They both worked and being the only child she was often in day care before she was old enough to attend school. Though they both worked they always seemed to make time for Dani and insisted upon family dinner every night. She immensely enjoyed that time they spent together, asking about each others day. Feeling like her young child problems truly mattered to them. It was a good life, for a time.
As Dani began to grow she started showing signs of being a tom boy. Liking to rough house with the boys in her neighbor, wear more male styled clothing, show disinterest in the more defined girly things that was expected. But that wasn't a problem with her parents. She was just a bit rougher around the edges, they thought that would help keep her safe out in the big wide world.
As Dani matured more, she realized that wasn't the only thing that was outside the cookie cutter girl mold she expected to eventually fall into. She liked girls. A secret she kept, thinking at first it was just that she appreciated how pretty girls were; they took better care of themselves than the boys did and it made them prettier. It made sense to her. It wasn't more than an appreciation for them. But as time passed She began to realize there was more.
It wasn't for a couple years, shortly after her 18th birthday, that she finally admitted to her parents that she liked girls. They didn't take that news well. Not that they were abusive about it, but they grew up believing that lifestyle was a sin and she would be condemned to Hell. And she needed to repent and ask God to guide her back down the correct path. But this had been something she had struggled with for years. She knew this wasn't a phase. It was just... who she was. Eventually things broke down between them, Dani being forced to move out as a punishment for not attempting to be someone she simply wasn't.
So she grabbed what she could and left, moved to a new state. Another big city. Over the past 7 years Dani had moved to 3 different states, finally finding herself here, looking for work.
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