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Christmas has really been kicking my ass, but I wanted to get something up before it was too late. I'll try to have Sydney finished soon but until tomorrow I might be a bit preoccupied.

Happy holidays to everyone, by the way!
Name: Sydney ’Syd’ Marshall

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Physical Description:

Standing at an average 5 foot 5 inches, Sydney is a small framed and mousy looking girl. Over the past few months she’s lost a severe amount of weight, dropping over thirty pounds and weighing in at an unhealthy 108. Anoretic and gaunt, Sydney is exceedingly tiny in person. Covered in freckles with a natural blush, her cheekbones are soft and round while her chin is sharp and angular. Born with natural wavy ginger hair she’s recently cut it short into an a-line. Short and wild in the back, the sides of her hair reach just past her chin while her bangs lay straight above her eyebrows. Lack of sleep has left concerning dark circles beneath her wide eyes. Born with green eyes, flecks and splotches of gold have begun to appear around the rim of her pupil and outer edges of her eyes since the Equinox, giving them an almost hazel like appearance. Sydney's skin is a ghostly porcelain color while her face is smooth and unblemished. However, hidden beneath the many layers of her clothes her arms and hands are littered with scars and scabs. Mostly due to her picking, she keeps her arms and hands covered at all times, often by wearing overlarge sweatshirts, gloves, and form-fitting clothes.

Mundane Skills:

- Studying Art History, along with Painting and Ceramics for four years in college, Sydney has always had a natural talent in art. Drawing, and sculpting was one of her favorite past times, but since her physical changes she can no longer indulge in these hobbies. So she doesn't consider this much of a skill any longer. Much like her interests in art, Sydney also had a passion for music. Learning how to play the piano at a young age, the growth and sensitivity of her nails have caused her to toss this hobby as well, seeing as she can no longer play without experiencing pain.

- Volunteering many hours with her family at the soup kitchens in town, as well as helping her mother with dinner most nights, Sydney can comfortably say she's a good cook. While it's not much of a passion, it's a hobby that helps her clear her mind and calm her down. Certain foods, and spices can be too powerful for her senses at times, and thus makes cooking more of a struggle then it should be.

- Constantly on the move, be it for errands, or just on a typical night drive, it's almost impossible for Sydney to get lost. Great with directions thanks to a photographic memory, she know's the streets inside and outside of town like the back of her hand.

Supernatural:

After the Equinox, Syd began to notice subtle changes in herself. Day by day her senses grew stronger, her hearing became sensitive, her sense of smell became overpowering, and her eyesight was overall inhuman. The lightest whispers could not escape her hearing range while shrill noises, and crowded places became to overwhelming for her to stand. Her sense of smell became sharp causing certain foods and scents such as onions, perfume, or smog to be to harsh for her nose. Despite these changes her eyes and sight experienced major alterations above all.

Her eyes have lost their spherical shape and become flat and large, increasing her field of vision exponentially through means of binocular vision. The lens has pushed forward and can be altered with an easy flex of her newly developed muscles allowing her to control the intake of light received by her retina, while a second set of muscles allow her to control the size of her cornea granting her the ability to concentrate and discern objects or movement from afar. Daylight and other sources of bright light can be too sensitive for Sydney, giving her headaches and more then often throwing her into a bad mood. At night however her eyes are at their strongest. Containing a reflective layer on her retina that gives her eyes an eerie golden glow at night, this increases the amount of light her eyes receive in the dark giving her better vision, or in other words, night vision.

Sydney showed no physical sign of abilities up until the Solstice. Over the course of two weeks she began to notice changes in her finger nails. Her cuticles began to grow excessively over her nails, hardening them and grow long and thick. They've discolored over time, turning a dull black despite all the product and care she's poured over her hands. The tips of her fingers are sensitive and are very subtly growing which causes Sydney an awful lot of pain when cutting, or filing her nails. Growing faster over time, her nails have began to merge with the skin along her fingers, giving them an almost claw-like appearance when unkept. In recent months, thick black quills have begun to painfully grow out of the skin on her arms, chest, neck, and hands. When plucked, they appear to be bird feathers.

Character History:

Life for Sydney Marshall was made up by expectations, rules, and religion. She was to act proper and modest in front of others, and to do no wrong under the eyes of 'God'. Her parents views and own opinions drove her goals and decisions, and ultimately she was not allowed to grow as person on her own. Her adolescent years was made up of studying. School, and church consumed her life and it wasn't until her teenage years that she was finally able to find some freedom through work. Attaining a job at a popular Diner in town, Sydney had not only found a place outside of her parents reach, but she was finally able to socialize with others in her town outside of church, as well as earning her own income all on her own.

As graduation came around and her solid grades provided her a full scholarship for any field she was interested in, her parents pushed her towards Medical school while her own interest had lead her to pick Art behind her parents back. Despite giving her a lecture and refusing to help her through any means with arts school, her parents remained cordial for the remained of the year until graduation. Moving out of her parents house and finally heading off to College, life was beginning to move in the direction Sydney had always dreamed of. Her parents may not have approved much, but this wasn't their choice, or their life--It was hers.

Staying on campus and living in the dorms she quickly fell in love with her new lifestyle, and town. Overprotected all her life, she began to learn and experiencing new things from her own experiences, and through people her parents would have never permitted her to hang out with. Her maturity grew, along with her acceptance and understanding with others, and this was no different after the Equinox. Much like the other students at her University she protested for the rights, and acceptance of emergents despite her parents, and most of the school faculty opposing views against these unfortunate beings. But after the renewal of National Defense Authorization Act of 2011 and Winter Solstice, her life quickly spiraled out of control. Her body began to experience changes, transforming before her very eyes day by day. Avoiding class, and interacting with anyone outside of her dorm room, Sydney began to experience manic episodes of depression, compulsive picking, and self-hatred. Her mental, and physical health plunged, and by the time she received her expulsion letter, she had become a shell of the person she used to be. Kicked out of college with a debt larger then any paycheck she had ever received, she soon returned home to Pennsylvania to live with her parents.

Psychological Profile:

There was once a time Sydney had been an active, and healthy member of her community. Kind, and intelligent, she was a friendly girl who couldn't quite get past being simply seen as 'The Pastors Daughter'. Quiet, and passive from the very get go, she carried around a pure and innocent facade under the eyes of her parents and before most of the church. Their strict, and conservative views controlling just about every aspect of her social life, Sydney never truly felt like herself until she started College. Growing into the person she had always dreamed of becoming, she matured with age and became more confident and assertive.

Upon the Equinox she harbored no fear, or hatred for Emergents, their abilities, or the magic that was now manifesting in the modern world. She accepted these changes with open arms, unlike her parents, but when her own transformations became more obvious and the National Defense Authorization Act of 2011 went into action, everything went down hill mentally and physically for her. With the demonization of emergents being spread through the media tensions began to rise within her own group of friends. Views began to change, and soon Sydney found that she could to turn to no one in such a frightening time.

Fully aware of what was being done to emergents, paranoia and anxiety began to take its roots in her mind, forcing her to take up gloves and bulky clothing to hide her hands, and arms when outside. Terrified of her parents and their prejudice views of emergents, as well as others in town seeing her in such a state, Sydney now spends hours filing her nails and picking at her skin. Unfortunately, no matter how many times she plucks at her arms, the dark quills continue to sprout by the hour. Because of this her arms are almost always covered in scabs, welts, and scars from her picking. Unsure of how to take all of these changes herself Sydney has become anxious, and drawn from others. With no one to reach out to she's become untrusting and reclusive, locking herself in her room for hours or driving out to the woods to sit with herself. While she'd never admit it, suicidal thoughts have come to her mind more then once, but she's never had the guts to act on them.

In person Sydney is now a quiet, and reserved. Never speaking unless spoken too, she avoids eye contact at all costs and never raises her voice higher then she has too. No longer assertive it's hard for get her to do anything really, but thanks to her parents pity for and lack of understanding her struggle they don't object to her lack of communication, activity, or appetite. Solitude has never appealed to her, but as her 'deformities' become worse and worse by the day, Sydney feels that she has no choice but to isolate herself--be it because of fear of judgement from others, or punishment from the higher authority.

Possessions:

- 2001 Toyota Corolla: Given to her as a graduation present, the old car has been in her family since she was little. Despite it's age it has a good mileage and gets her from point A to be B with little to no trouble. She spends a considerable amount of time in her car, from driving her mother around town to help with errands, to simply cruising by herself in town or along the backroads near her house. Typically kept clean, Syd's car has been unusually messy for the past few weeks. Spending more time away and hanging out in her car outside of town, trash, clothes, and junk food litter the floor.

- Hidden beneath the drivers seat of her car is a four inch spring assisted knife. Always kept folded as to avoid anyone, including herself, from getting she has yet to use the knife for any real means other then playing with it or carving into armrest.

- Unable to afford a place by herself Sydney currently lives at home with her parents. With her room cut out two years ago to widen the kitchen, she currently resides in the attic-turned-bedroom. The walls are high and covered in worn floral wallpaper, while the tall ceiling extends to a point. A considerably large but empty room, a futon sits in the furthest right corner of her room while a large computer desk sits opposite of her bed in the corner beside her dresser. A large six foot bookshelf is placed neatly between her bed and the closet, while a second bookshelf stands on the opposite side. Old paintings from college, and high school decorate her walls and cover up the worn areas of her wallpaper. Sculptures and pottery are neatly placed in specific spots with the books along her bookshelf, while candles decorate the top of her dresser and desk. While she may not be all that comfortable being at home, Sydney does find some sanctuary within her own room.

Occupation:

Currently unemployed, but before leaving to College she was previously employed at Earl's Diner, a local restaurant located in town. Offered the job upon her return, Sydney's turned down the offer many times, as her parents like to bring it up daily.

Relationships:

| Wayne Marshall | 56 | Father | Pastor of The Holy Trinity Church |
A respected man amongst the community, Wayne Marshall is the definition of right wing conservative. His views are highly skewed as religion often mixes in with most of his life decisions and reasonings. Despite his intentions being good, he comes off aggressive both in a friendly, and intimidating manner. A stern man, with a stubborn outlook on life, he's highly prejudice against emergents and remains undeterred with his opinions.

| Louise 'Henderson' Marshall | 54 | Mother | Head Nurse at Haye General Hospital |
Like her husband, Louise Marshall is highly respected and liked within Haye. Strict in her earlier years, time has softened her and made her more understanding. Still holding conservative views she's open to listening, and hearing others out before placing judgement. Despite this she still holds some prejudice against Emergents. Mostly afraid of the changes happening in the world, she's chosen to stay out of any conversations relating to magic, or emergents with her husband.

I placed my interest in this idea before, but at the time personal matters prioritized my time and I couldn't make room for a CS. But now that everything's settled my interest in this is set in stone, and I've already got some ideas for a character. ^^
Hey guys, I'm really sorry, but I think I'm going to have to butt out of this. It's been fun, but I just can't seem to keep my interest in this right now. :c
Sorry again. I hope your roleplay continues going strong, Art!
Lance as well, cause he was in the room too. Everyone else is only a few rooms away too, or at least that's how it sounds, so I'm sure they were in earshot of the whole ordeal.
Raijinslayer said
Something I've noticed so far is that Lance and Zach are the only ones who seem to have a positive relation with thier Mori. I find it kinda weird, yet u derstandable.


Since Evangeline's Mori represents her own self-hatred, I thought it'd be fun to playing as both a figure of encouragement and struggle. Dee is neither good, or bad, in a sense. Even though she may seem like Eva's enemy, this is simply how Eva treated herself, so Dee is only acting like such. If that makes any sense.

There's also more too her personality wise, but I'll let that come out in the IC.~

Raijinslayer said
Thanks. Yeah, and the reason for his targeting of Evangeline is because: A)She looks and acts very vulnerable and innocent, which causes his vampiric side to rage to devour such easy and delicious looking prey, and B)His mother acted similar to Evangeline when she was in the deepest throughs of her depression when his father left her. Unlike Evangeline, she got out od it, but some of his earliest memories as a child was seeing hs mother in that state. Normally, that would, and will, make him just highly protective of Evangeline, but his vampiric side perverts that protective urge into a dark attraction. More than anything else, his vampire side wamts to drain her dry, because more than anyone else, that is who Zach wants to protect.How is that plot thread though, is it too weird?


And this isn't too weird. She's someone he can relate to on certain terms, so I think its pretty natural that he'd feel this way(The protective feelings, and comparing Eva to his mother, that is). Down the line I could see a brother - sister relationship forming between the two, of course that's only if you'd like for it to go down that path.
Evangeline is not to far off from that, but that doesn't mean your character can't have some narrative, even if its to herself. It doesn't even have to be with others, but you can always have Monica going off on her own intentions, like after the Bloodhounds, or to seek the other Reaper. Its just a suggestion, but its some progression for your character nonetheless.
Koyuki, Argo, and Lance are still in the room. You can always have Monica interact with them, and there's also Ikiriyo, you can always have her ask him questions before everyone takes off.
Once introductions were finished, Evangeline kept to the sidelines as everyone talked amongst themselves. Bouncing around from person to person, her attention drew to Koyuki as she criticized the rest of them. Her words were cold, and heartless. Even if she spoke as if she were trying to encourage them, Eva could still hear the cruelty behind her tone. It was then that another figure caught her attention. Sitting beside her, Evangeline watched out of the corner of her eye as Oda, if she recalled correctly, stood up abruptly.

While her intentions weren’t to be nosy her gaze shifted towards him as he began to dig into his pocket. Trying not to seem obvious, she watched as he brought out a piece of candy and placed it within her hands. Eyes wide in shock by this, the soft pat to her head was all that it took to snap her back into reality. Stunned by his actions an unfamiliar warmth seemed to fill her chest before she safety tucked the candy into her own pocket.

The mans kindness did not go unnoticed by her Mori, and neither did the small, almost unnoticeable smile along Evangeline’s face. Watching Oda carefully, Dee sat still, and quietly along the opposite side of its master as he left the room with another girl following behind him. The grin along its face seemed droop, and the edges of its lips curved into a large, almost irritated frown. But before Eva came to notice, the same, familiar grin had already returned to its face.

It wasn’t long before Ikiriyo—or rather, The Chief Enforcer—began to speak again. What little information he gave them about their condition was a little disheartening, but then again, it didn’t sound like he understood much about their resurrection either. From the looks of it, if she wanted any answers she was going to have to find this other Reaper on the island. Brought out of her thoughts, the conversation seem to focus on Jimmy as he seemed to criticize Zachary’s plans on hunting down a vampire. His own Mori, however, was quick to counter his words with the bitter truth. “Well you could try to kill heroin. Maybe by taking it all at once. Oh I am sorry, too soon?"

It wasn’t her right to judge someone on their issues, so even as Jimmy grew angry his Mori and shouted at the rest of them, Evangeline didn’t take any of his words to heart. “You understand me! You even killed yourself!” His words caught her by surprise, but even as the truth stung, she knew he was right. She never asked to be resurrected, and she had never asked to do ‘deaths bidding’. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if she had the strength to reap anything.

It was then that Zachary began to talk, his own frustration evident as he called Jimmy out. Listening to his proposal to find the other Reaper within the city, Evangeline couldn’t help but find herself siding with him even though she didn’t agree with the latter of his plans. She didn’t have any personal vendetta against any Vampires, and it didn’t seem too smart to rush in on a coven this early into their resurrection, but before she could voice her concerns he had already left the room.

Turning her attention to Jimmy instead, she tried to reason with him instead, “Zachary’s right,“ She said quietly, unsure if anyone was even listening to her. “Maybe.. maybe if we find this other Reaper he’ll know more about why we were resurrected, and how to get out of this situation faster. I’m not sure about the whole vampire thing thou—” Hopping up eagerly from the ground and interrupting its masters words, Dee began to skip around Evangeline chair, the sudden action frightening the little blonde, “Adventure! Adventure!” Grabbing the girls hand, her Mori pulled her from the chair and aggressively lead her towards the door. Looking back at Jimmy and the others seeing as she hadn’t been able to finish her sentence, Eva shot them a look of apology before she was pulled out by the Doppelgänger.

Reaching the hallway, the grip along her hand was let go as Dee suddenly ran to the left. “Ah—Hey, Dee, don’t leave me!” Running after the Mori, Evangeline could hear faint noises, and grunting coming from down the hall. While she speculated it to be Oda, and Prudence, the small blonde slowly crept up to the edge of the doorway noticing the silver haired boy hunched along the ground. “U-uh, Zachary?..” Peaking out from the door, Evangeline's eyebrows knitted together in concern before shooting a look of concern up at the two others sparring. Licking her lips anxiously she began to take slow, careful steps forward, “Are you alright?”
Hey guys, I just wanted to apologize for taking so long. I've had bad migraines all day, and its been a little hard to focus on writing, but I should be finished soon! Sorry again, though.
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