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: Nora. Her closest friends occasionally call her Cam, which is short for “Chameleon,” gained thanks to her frequently changing her hair color.
Age: 19, though she gets told she looks younger. Much to her annoyance.
Race: Guardian
Appearance: Nora is of a petite build, stands at about 5’5”, and weighs around 117 pounds. Her hair falls just below her shoulders and, though naturally a honey brown, is currently died black. However, she likes to change this every few months, though rarely goes with natural hair colors. 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 is in the shape of a wonky S with a slash through it: the symbol of the Guardians.
Clothes Wear: Pretty much along the same style as the above picture. Depending on the current color of her hair, she adds accessories that match it as an accent color to her normal Gothic style. She also has multiple ear piercings, which are always filled with some kind of interesting combination of earrings.
Occupation: Waitress at a small mom-and-pop place. Evening shifts, normally. Since she’s known the owners most of her life, they thankfully don’t care about her rather quirky hairdos. Though they do still make her wear their uniform of slacks and a simple shirt.
Power: At present, she has only discovered the ability to generate a sort of magical energy. While she can see it in a physical form, humans, at least, cannot. So far, she has used it to move objects, target practice when she got really bored, thinks she might be capable of creating a force-field (though she has not actually tested it), and a simple manifestation that she can play and form into various shapes.
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, 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 is an adventurous sort of girl, and is often the instigator of the misadventures she and her friends often have. She is open-minded--after all, she has powers, so why can’t there be other things out there equally shrouded in magic and mystery?--and her curiosity knows no bounds, which, when mixed with her rather impulsive behavior, is known to get her into trouble. She won’t give up until she’s gotten whatever she’s after, and she tends to be a bit more self-assured than she should be.
Quirks: 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.
Family: Parents: Jannette and Austin Feldington. Siblings: Melodramatic Madelyn (fourteen years old) and nosy Ethan (twelve years old).
Other: Has a fear of heights and snakes. Is addicted to French fries slathered in both cheese and ketchup. Always brings a backpack to work with a change of clothes so she can change out as soon as her shift is over. Whenever she uses her powers, the gold in her eyes intensifies and the purple glows slightly. She draws, a lot, and is extremely talented with it.
Short Bio: Since she was a small child, Nora 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.
Sometime when she was sixteen, she discovered her powers by accident one night when she was furious with her parents. After storming to her room, a purplish aura seemed to flood 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 that 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.
For about the next three 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 with magic, at least that she knew of. That is, until she ran into him.
