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"Lifes a hell of a thing to happen to a person"
Name:Elia Colden but goes by Eli Lovette
Age:24
Gender(or lack thereof): Female but presents male as its easier to hide
What Makes You A Misfit?: Eli is a misfit simply for not understanding nor wanting to hide the only thing she's actually good at. She refuses to keep her 'curse' under wraps to appease her family.
Appearance(face claims are allowed, as well as just descriptions):
Personality: Towards strangers Eli tends to have her guard up, keeping people at arm's length with snark and sarcasm but when you get to know her, she's basically an orange cat in a black cat's body. Seems all spooky and intimidating but is actually rather..well she's a bit of a ditzy dumbass. No common sense, maybe two brain cells and full of chaos. However, when she cares for someone, she's fiercely protective, will go above and beyond to make her people happy and won't hesitate to hunt those who even think about hurting her friends.
Skills/Abilities: Eli grew up in a very rich, very well-to-do family. They made damn sure she knows how to act and behave around those with status and money. She's developed the ability to hide in plain sight, managing to blend into crowds and slip away. She's also rather good at being able to determine if a building or area is safe to hide in and for how long it'll be safe to stay. In her time on the run, she also picked up a few, typical runaway skills like pickpocketing and such along with hustling people in card games. The whole 'I've never played before go easy on me' routine helped Eli more than she'd like to admit
Powers/Magic: Eli's magic, or curse if you ask her parents, is essentially plasma. She can summon a gooey sort of substance from surrounding life, like plants and control it. She tends to use it mostly as projectiles, throwing the goo at cameras to block them, at guns to jam them, that sort of thing. However it can be used in other ways, before now she's used it to bust open a lock from the inside, she's used it to put pressure on one of her more serious injuries and she's used it to soften her fall when tumbling off a roof.
Backstory(Optional): Elia grew up in your typical rich home, her father constantly away at his government job and her mother too busy being a socialite to care for her daughter. She did okay at school, had a couple of friends, and lived her life.
When Elia turned 16, she discovered her powers and, not really knowing any better, headed right to tell her mother.
Her mother was horrified, sobbing about her daughter being cursed and how could this happen to their family. Elia didn't understand what was so wrong about her gift until her father explained she would be 'going away' for a little bit and they'd fix her, make her normal. Elia wasn't that naive, she knew what it meant to be sent away by someone from the government and like hell was she about the vanish into thin air.
She waited until nightfall, packed a few sentimental things then vanished into the night. Elia turned herself into Eli and vowed to never see her parents again.
RP Sample(Optional; helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts):
Eli swore loudly as he ran, feet pounding on the floor hard. He wasn't sure how but he'd managed to catch the eye of some local cops. "Fuuck! I need to figure out how to stop my plasma from glowing."
He scanned his surroundings as he sped down the dank alley, looking for something. A grin spread across his face when his eyes landed on exactly what he needed. He pushed an open palm at the wall of the building to his left, and a ball of plasma seeped up from the ground where weeds had managed to grow.
Eli turned on heel and jumped onto the plasma, the goo giving him the bounce he needed to grab the fire escape ladder that was a ways above the ground. He scurried up the ladder, glancing down at the cops who'd clearly decided he wasn't worth the chase up a building. He laughed breathlessly to himself and gave the cops a final fuck you with his middle fingers before securing over the open onto the roof and out of sight
Name:Elia Colden but goes by Eli Lovette
Age:24
Gender(or lack thereof): Female but presents male as its easier to hide
What Makes You A Misfit?: Eli is a misfit simply for not understanding nor wanting to hide the only thing she's actually good at. She refuses to keep her 'curse' under wraps to appease her family.
Appearance(face claims are allowed, as well as just descriptions):
Personality: Towards strangers Eli tends to have her guard up, keeping people at arm's length with snark and sarcasm but when you get to know her, she's basically an orange cat in a black cat's body. Seems all spooky and intimidating but is actually rather..well she's a bit of a ditzy dumbass. No common sense, maybe two brain cells and full of chaos. However, when she cares for someone, she's fiercely protective, will go above and beyond to make her people happy and won't hesitate to hunt those who even think about hurting her friends.
Skills/Abilities: Eli grew up in a very rich, very well-to-do family. They made damn sure she knows how to act and behave around those with status and money. She's developed the ability to hide in plain sight, managing to blend into crowds and slip away. She's also rather good at being able to determine if a building or area is safe to hide in and for how long it'll be safe to stay. In her time on the run, she also picked up a few, typical runaway skills like pickpocketing and such along with hustling people in card games. The whole 'I've never played before go easy on me' routine helped Eli more than she'd like to admit
Powers/Magic: Eli's magic, or curse if you ask her parents, is essentially plasma. She can summon a gooey sort of substance from surrounding life, like plants and control it. She tends to use it mostly as projectiles, throwing the goo at cameras to block them, at guns to jam them, that sort of thing. However it can be used in other ways, before now she's used it to bust open a lock from the inside, she's used it to put pressure on one of her more serious injuries and she's used it to soften her fall when tumbling off a roof.
Backstory(Optional): Elia grew up in your typical rich home, her father constantly away at his government job and her mother too busy being a socialite to care for her daughter. She did okay at school, had a couple of friends, and lived her life.
When Elia turned 16, she discovered her powers and, not really knowing any better, headed right to tell her mother.
Her mother was horrified, sobbing about her daughter being cursed and how could this happen to their family. Elia didn't understand what was so wrong about her gift until her father explained she would be 'going away' for a little bit and they'd fix her, make her normal. Elia wasn't that naive, she knew what it meant to be sent away by someone from the government and like hell was she about the vanish into thin air.
She waited until nightfall, packed a few sentimental things then vanished into the night. Elia turned herself into Eli and vowed to never see her parents again.
RP Sample(Optional; helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts):
Eli swore loudly as he ran, feet pounding on the floor hard. He wasn't sure how but he'd managed to catch the eye of some local cops. "Fuuck! I need to figure out how to stop my plasma from glowing."
He scanned his surroundings as he sped down the dank alley, looking for something. A grin spread across his face when his eyes landed on exactly what he needed. He pushed an open palm at the wall of the building to his left, and a ball of plasma seeped up from the ground where weeds had managed to grow.
Eli turned on heel and jumped onto the plasma, the goo giving him the bounce he needed to grab the fire escape ladder that was a ways above the ground. He scurried up the ladder, glancing down at the cops who'd clearly decided he wasn't worth the chase up a building. He laughed breathlessly to himself and gave the cops a final fuck you with his middle fingers before securing over the open onto the roof and out of sight