P A I G E
W I N D ◼ J A N U A R Y 2 7 ( 1 7 ) ◼ F E M A L E
"Oh come on, it's just one little jump. One little jump and then total freedom."
She's been told she's a 'small little thing', and as much as she hates it, most people would not consider her to be any threat at all. She is 5 foot 3, and the most noticeable thing about her is her long mess of light purple hair and the undercut you can see if she puts her hair up in a ponytail. If questioned about it, she would point out the shaved hair on the back of her head is so she can feel the breeze better. The second thing of note would be her unnaturally coloured purple eyes that match her hair colour.
She can be seen often wearing a mix of either flowy white, blue and purple tops with leggings or shorts. She used to wear dresses and skirts before she was awakened but ever since the wind decided to take an interest in blowing her skirt up, she quickly changed her outfit choices.
Paige was a loud and playful young woman who spent her youth just hanging with her friends, eating sweet snacks and going from arcade to arcade. Her family life is what she would consider 'normal and boring', she lived at home in a suburban neighborhood with her father, mother and older brother.
Maybe it was the teenager in her, or the fact that she hardly saw her older brother Anthony anymore since he was at college all the time now, but her little world only truly existed around high school and her best friends. To her they were her 'real family', chosen family that was going to last forever. Her best friends and her were a little pack of young women who seemed to have the world in their hands.
The dreams of flying were easily ignored to begin with. So were the little gusts of wind that used to play at her skirt, in fact all of it seemed to be easy enough to deny. After all she had so many other important things to focus on like homework, hanging out with her friends and crushes she couldn't even talk to without turning cherry red.
Well that was until a giant argument broke out between her and her best friend. Claire was in the middle of a date with the same man that she knew Paige had been daydreaming about for the last year and when Paige found them hand in hand at the mall, things got ... rough. Feeling broken hearted and betrayed, she let Claire know exactly what was up. First there was arguing, then yelling and then the building started to shake. Soon there were alarms blaring and people screaming as they had to evacuate the mall as a deadly cyclone came crashing into it.
It wasn't long after this she was seized by the police and shipped off to the academy. Having known what was coming she had meant to either run or fight back, but the mix between the rumours spreading about her and the horrified look on her parents faces had her give up on the idea. There was nothing left for her there anymore.
She has been at the academy for the last couple of months and has been avoiding people like the plague ever since she got there.
Usually standoffish, she will tend to keep away from most people since she first came to the academy. Being labeled as a 'freak' and 'monster' tends to quickly dampen someone's attitude to making friends.
She would much rather talk to who she really considers her only friend, the wind. It's as gusts of wind blow past by her will people see her rare cheeky smile as she smiles back at the invisible friend and chuckle as if she was just let in on a joke. The happiest one would find her is as she lets all her walls be shattered while she leaps from the highest point she can find in the school. To then coast on the air currents on her self made glider all while manically laughing and hooting out in exhilaration.
A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:
Paige is able to create gusts of winds from small little playful breezes to a whole damn cyclone if she is out of control. Though she would argue she isn't creating them but talking to the wind itself and they are the one causing it. She also has very little control over her abilities.
She has been playing with the ability of using wind to help her fly with her glider but also trying to see if she can find a way to change the direction and maybe even force of projectiles.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
I love a good romance shipping but only if it happens organically.