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I'll bite.
Yay looking forward to it ^_^
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You'll have to elaborate some more on that power because I have little idea of what it is. lol


It's the ability to sense/create/transform/manipulate astral energy. Think of, a ESP/necromancer with some teleportation. It wont be OP I promise.
Interested.

I have some ideas, what do you think of an astrakinetic type (astral manipulator) of character?
Aaaaand there's my post. It only took a long while.
2006


There wasnt a single word spoken on the entire 14 hour plane ride, like her parent's constant indifference was nothing far from unusual. She's used to the silence, mostly engaging in a conversation or two about school and hospitals, only this time there was an overwhelming tension involved. It was because the whole overseas business venture was a bad idea in the first place, forcing the family to leave Philadelphia immediately. But the core of it was their daughter's involvement with a shabby group of delinquents. And like the obedient daughter she is, there wasnt a single objection from her when they decided to leave.

And now what of her friends? How would they feel about her immediate leaving? Sad, furious, uninterested, as much as she wanted to say goodbye she has never been really good with it, fearing that she'd probably make the whole situation worse. Or maybe, she hated the hurt it brings after, the thought of never seeing them again, and to ignore and forget was her way of avoiding that. It made her anxious, the connection she developed with these people that it came to the point where goodbyes would leave her devastated. She never really want to leave. And if there were any other way for her to stay, she would take it.







The wooden turntable record player, a gift from a friend, was the only piece of furniture distinctly fancy (and pricey) than the rest. Nico has always had a fascination for worn out records, more so the vintage tune that drives her to a sweet nostalgic trip. This dingy little apartment studio is comfy and extremely organized, with very little furniture to save what little space it has. Everything in the room was pristinely white with the exception of the vibrant paintings piled on the sides, and a bunch of random sketches uniformly pinned on the huge cork board. In the middle of the room is a peculiar human sized sculpture of a human figure, unseemly in some angles, with it's morphed head forcefully detached on the table, sculpting tools and the molds of bronze colored clay lied bedraggled next to it.

Nico casually sits by the window seat, looking out the small wood framed window at nothing in particular but the gloomy Philadelphia weather. She took a roll from her leather cig case, taking a deep breath of the aromatic cannabis, as she does so regularly to give her ease from the frequent creative block, w/c doesnt entirely help that much as pot is just making her sleepy most of the time. It has been going on for days and evident to the recent opus she just recently neglected in the middle of the room, she was slowly losing patience.

It's not right.

I'm not feeling this piece.

Must start over.


Her weary breath let out a thick puff of smoke, decided to ditch the whole piece (again after three or so tries) and start over from scratch, but good thing Mowgli, who was now bored of watching the pigeons dally by the window decided to bother his master by playfully nipping her leg, giving her a word of advice. The tiny creature was light enough to be carried with a single hand over his master's face, his eyes playfully focused on the dangling strand of her hair w/c the tabby proceeds to paw.

"What do you think, Mowgli?" The kitten curiously stared at the woman's intelligent eyes. "I greatly need your professional advice right now."

"Meow."

"What would Bellmer and Giacometti do if they were in my shoes? Do they finish up a bag in one go too?"

"Meow."

"I dont know if I'd want to. The weather's pretty wet. And cold. Mostly cold."

"Meow."

"Change my art style to Genre? Are you sure?"

"Meow."

"It's far from what I usually do. Although it'd be nice to try. And you're right, cooping up for days in this apartment is getting pretty unhealthy. I guess I should check out around town. See which would catch my inspiration."

"Meow."

"I suppose you'd like to come with?"

Mowgli switched his attention to the fascinating piece of candy wrapper by the night stand, jumping away from Nico's lap to rush over it.

"Suit yourself."




Thornhill hasnt changed that much since the last time she was here. The very same street where her parents used to drop her to the studio, which is now, coincidentally is just right next to the apartment building she's renting. There are a few changes here and there, but overall it's the same old Thornhill street. Taking a few steps out of the complex, she opened a black umbrella, her black trench coat catching a few droplets from the regressing rain. The first thing on her mind was to get some milk, always a number one priority above anything else, and maybe a walk at a couple of significant places around town. She got a glimpse of a towering silhouette over the grey sky, which is the church.

I should start there.
I have a post half written but I should probably work on the relationships first, w/c I will be starting tomorrow after I deal with school/work stuff.




Nico Gōngsūn




" Splash a little of your own madness, and you might just have a masterpiece. "




Name: Frances Nikolai Gōngsūn

Nickname: Nico

Birthdate: December 17

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual (Demiromantic)

Relationship Status: Single

Family:

William Gōngsūn - Father
Margaret Lin-Gōngsūn -Step-Mother
Unknown biological mother



Occupation: Freelance Artist, Tutor

In Depth Appearance:

Nico's a brunette, her hair reaching the length of her mid back. Standing at 5'8 and weighs about 123 lbs, herbody is a naturally lanky/athletic despite how rarely she maintains it. She has a mixture of asian and european features and her eyes are greyish in shade. Her fashion sense is casually rugged with a touch of old school elegance spme would say, w/c consists of a loose buttoned up shirts tucked in her low waist jeans, although alternatively she'll don a zipped up leather jacket and a pair of boots. Her tattoo of a heart pinata is hidden on her right shoulder blade, and a line art of Klimt's "The Kiss" on her left thigh. The words "Lorem" is tattoed just below her left collarbone, and "Ipsum" on her right in gothic font style.


Biography:

Then:

Nico was born to a Russian woman, according to her father, who he once had an affair with. His wife unable to bear a child was willing to accept and raise Nico as her own for the sake of the couple's career and reputation, both who are pominent business moguls in the city of Shanghai. As a young child growing up in a modern yet strictly traditional Chinese household, Nico was required to live up to her parents impossible expectations. Most of her childhood consists of back and forth visits to the hospital due to her frail and sickly health, and her parents who were mostly out of the country for business trips often left their daughter under the care of a nurse. It's obvious that Nico had a very lonely childhood, with her parents away so very often, isolating her in the comfort of their home, add up the pressure they give in honing her into the perfect daughter they strictly demand her to be. Her parent's dream for her was to one day take over the family business, but didn't even pause to think of what their daughter truly feels about it. The only comfort she gets is painting w/c she started to develop at a young age, and one days dream of making it a career, probably when her parents finally come to realise that it's her true happiness.

Nico's growing illness had became a hindrance to her studies, so she started homeschooling for the rest of middleschool. It was bad enough that she never had the chance to go out and mingle with the other kids, but with her snobbish and independent nature, this didnt really bother her much. At 14, that's when she was diagnosed with mild schizophrenia w/c was a real struggle to her growing up, and started developing an erratic behaviour due to anxiety and paranoia. Thinking that it would be best for their daughter a change of environment, they moved to the states since initially, the couple planned on staying there much longer for a business venture and thought to bring their daughter with them to keep a close eye.

One of the things that kept Nico distracted from her health was making art. A lot of it. Her parents then agreed on enrolling their daughter at an art studio one summer, and she had come to frequent there almost everyday, even if it's just by herself. She then met Nick an his brother Paul who was filming for Nowhere, and allowed them to watch some of her sessions, showing a wonderful artist way ahead of her time. And through her art, from the colors and strokes on the white canvas, one could get a glimpse of the peculiar complexity that is her mind.


Between:
The three years she stayed in Thornhill made her appreciate art even more after the film became a huge success. The family moved back to China, once their business in Philadelphia was done, exactly after the filming of Nowhere ended. She never got to bask in the fame once she left, nobody heard from her eversince. At some point during college, without her parent's knowledge she applied and got a scholarship at an art school in Germany, ditching business school much to her parents disappointment. She explained wholeheartedly how art was her true passion but her parents countered her words with brash demands, realizing that they were never truly concerned at what she wants. There was no way either team can convince the other, and as stubborn as Nico is, her parents did twice the effort. Eventually, after an angry night with her father, Nico was eventually kicked out of the house, from then on she was disowned by the family. She moved to Germany the next day after that. There Nico had all the freedom she didnt even know was possible have, although at first it was a struggle to mingle with her fellows, find her way around socially, until a group of underground artists recognized her as the quirky schizophrenic painter from Nowhere and asked her to join their community. The community brought her inspiration and recognition, although they werent exactly the ideal crowd to get with. They helped her come out of her shell even if what she's getting involved with is the wrong crowd. Adapting their bad habits altogether neglecting her career and health. Her schizophrenia got worst, had an episode one time where she almost killed someone, the idea of happening again terrified her and took the peril more seriously than before.


Now:
For almost a decade living and making a career in Germany, she thought of moving back to Thornhill one evening while having an artist block. Packing her bags, she blocked all contact with her friends in Germany at least until she gets back, leaving everything behind for a fresh start. She hoped that going back there would be a refreshing change of ambiance artistic wise, aside for the nice little nostalgic trip. She rented a small apartment next to the art studio she used to go in and made herself at home, even got herself a tabby kitten, Mowgli, to keep her company. She then applied for work at the same art studio as a freelance artist and instructor, a much lighter job and life compared to her previous one.


Centric Episode/s:

Conscience is a man's compass. - 2 days after returning to Thornhill, Nico visits the town's locales, her trusty Pentax in hand to gather ideas for a project in mind. (WIP)


Theme:








Relationships:


Extra:
- Has a habit of talking to herself, and to Mowgli audibly even when there's someone around.
- One side of her home is hoarded with various sketches occupying am entire wall.
- Doesnt care much for modesty and you'll sometimes see her take the trash out in her bare undies.
- Had piano lessons as a child and plays it rather well.
- Ducks fly together, yo.


I think I have a stored character in my vault that I could use in this rp, just give me a couple of mins to update the cs.
@SgtEasy sounds good.
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