Post by Tara V'Sani on Jun 17, 2006 18:31:58 GMT -5
Name: Tara V'Sani
Code Name: Angellic
Powers:
Relatives: Father, Mother, older brother, and younger sister.
Personality: Shy, quiet, and neive, Tara has the tendency to latch onto people, making them the most important thing in her life, only to be dissappointed each time. She doesn't uderstand the reality of life, that most people simply look out for their own interests, and not those of others.
Appearance-
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black, somewhat wavy/curly
Skintone: Pale/fair
Build: Thin, fit. Model-like build
Other: White-feathered wings
Picture:
i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/Lillya/MESadAngel.jpg
Opinion On The Cure: Anti
Affiliation: Currently Unaffiliated. Will be X-Men.
Mutant or Non-Mutant: Mutant
History: Tara was born into a troubled home. When she was a child, she was abused in various ways, yet still kept hoping that he family would change. When her wings grew out, at age 14, she ran away from home after a nasty encounter with her older brother and a cigarette lighter. She encountered a mutant-researcher, who bribed her into coming to stay with him - unknowingly becomeing one of his "projects". She gained empathic abilities, when he crossed her DNA with that of another mutant. When it worked, he had her sent to a facility for furthur tests. After a month, when she was being taken for a walk, she escaped. She is still being hunted, tracked. She'd scared to rest anywhere for more than a night.
RP Sample:
Wiping the black-streaked tears off her face, Tara watched the rain hit the window. This was the best she could fine by way of shelter tonight - a burnt-out barn, only half of it not leaking. It smelled like mold, ash, and something dead.
She had been running for a long time. She didn't know how long, anymore. She was tired of running.
She found a mostly-clean area, near the window, and lay down, spreading her wings over herself, almost acting like a blanket. She hoped by morning the rain would have stopped. Flying in the rain was too hard. She couldn't stay up for long, and she didn't want to simply sit here all day.
Besides - if she stopped, they could find her. And she didn't want to go back there - ever. She'd die first.
Closing her emerald eyes, she fell asleep.
Code Name: Angellic
Powers:
- Flight (feathered wings, retractable)
- Minor self-healing (helps in wing retraction)
- Empathy (The ability to alter, sense, and effect the emotions of others. Very strong, and very unreliable.)
Relatives: Father, Mother, older brother, and younger sister.
Personality: Shy, quiet, and neive, Tara has the tendency to latch onto people, making them the most important thing in her life, only to be dissappointed each time. She doesn't uderstand the reality of life, that most people simply look out for their own interests, and not those of others.
Appearance-
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black, somewhat wavy/curly
Skintone: Pale/fair
Build: Thin, fit. Model-like build
Other: White-feathered wings
Picture:
i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/Lillya/MESadAngel.jpg
Opinion On The Cure: Anti
Affiliation: Currently Unaffiliated. Will be X-Men.
Mutant or Non-Mutant: Mutant
History: Tara was born into a troubled home. When she was a child, she was abused in various ways, yet still kept hoping that he family would change. When her wings grew out, at age 14, she ran away from home after a nasty encounter with her older brother and a cigarette lighter. She encountered a mutant-researcher, who bribed her into coming to stay with him - unknowingly becomeing one of his "projects". She gained empathic abilities, when he crossed her DNA with that of another mutant. When it worked, he had her sent to a facility for furthur tests. After a month, when she was being taken for a walk, she escaped. She is still being hunted, tracked. She'd scared to rest anywhere for more than a night.
RP Sample:
Wiping the black-streaked tears off her face, Tara watched the rain hit the window. This was the best she could fine by way of shelter tonight - a burnt-out barn, only half of it not leaking. It smelled like mold, ash, and something dead.
She had been running for a long time. She didn't know how long, anymore. She was tired of running.
She found a mostly-clean area, near the window, and lay down, spreading her wings over herself, almost acting like a blanket. She hoped by morning the rain would have stopped. Flying in the rain was too hard. She couldn't stay up for long, and she didn't want to simply sit here all day.
Besides - if she stopped, they could find her. And she didn't want to go back there - ever. She'd die first.
Closing her emerald eyes, she fell asleep.
