Sidra Odette Cotton
Jul 2, 2010 19:22:30 GMT -5
Post by Sidra Cotton on Jul 2, 2010 19:22:30 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Sidra Odette Cotton
Nicknames: Si (pronounced “see”),
Age: 17
Orientation: Heterosexual (not interested in dating at the present)
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Personal Molecular Manipulation. That is to say, she has the ability to change the molecular structure of her body to the extent that one part of her could be as dense as diamond while another as insubstantial as air (doing both at once is *not* something she's able to do at the moment, but it's the ultimate goal). It would only affect her, not her clothes, not someone she's touching, her. Side effects include: Headaches ranging from the usual to full blown migraines, nosebleeds if overused, potential for broken bones if "caught" in a structure while intangible by suddenly becoming tangible due to loss of concentration, and the potential for fatigue.
Play By: Emilie Autumn
The Details
Hair Color:Chemically altered on a regular basis. Most often bright reds.
Eye Color: Dark hazel
Any Piercings? A series of piercings taking over her left ear, a single lobe piercing in her right.
Any Tattoos?No real ones.
Any Scars? A half inch scar in the webbing of her thumb and fore-finger from a guinea pig incident at a petting zoo. Several small pin-prick scars from sewing accidents and carelessness (ie: she wasn't paying attention)
General Appearance: Gothic Burlesque. Sidra is unnaturally white (literally, she takes great pride in making sure her skin is as pale as it can possibly be, and often enhances that with a loose powder) with wide, dark hazel eyes. Her natural hair color hasn’t been seen since she first discovered the wonders of dye and hair falls (very easy to make, and she sells them in her etsy.com shop along with an assortment of very strange corsets) but occasionally dark brown roots can be spotted through whatever color she’s gone for that week.
Her eyes are always, ALWAYS, lined in makeup, either with a little glitter heart beneath where the typical emo/goth teardrop would be, or with some other funky design she whipped up because she was bored and had her makeup bag with her.
Occasionally she’ll be seen with tattoos, none of them are real. It’s an amazing thing, what the movie and entertainment people come up with. It’s a technology Si uses to her advantage. The tattoo designs are water-proof and smudge-proof for the better part of two days. She loves them.
As far as clothing style goes. It varies from ragged rags to what some might describe as “steam punk” in a very high fashion. Most of the clothes are alterations from the GoodWill or made by Si herself. She has a desperate love for both her electric violin and her sewing machine.
When Si smiles, many people are often shocked to find two, elongated canine’s. They aren’t real, but they’re form fitted and color matched to the rest of her teeth and connected to each other with a bridge that crosses the roof of her mouth in an otherwise invisible line. Vampire fangs. Custom made, just for her. They were a pretty penny, for sure, but definitely worth the price of $70.00 plus the shipping costs of both her impressions and the fangs themselves from a guy back in Georgia. She never could tell if his name was actually Conan or not. Either way, he was a hot older guy who made fangs. What wasn’t to love?
Personality: Enjoying the challenge (or is it really a challenge?) of “squeaking mundane” Si goes out of her way to look strange. Not a very difficult task really, not like it would have been if she were in say, New York during Halloween. It’s possibly a sick and twisted pleasure, but Si doesn’t really care. Her life, her world, was changed drastically when her mother came out of the closet and scaring her dad.
Finding joy in music, more specifically that of E Nomine, VNV Nation, and other “dark goth” sounds Si is very much a part of the subculture. It doesn’t bug her one way or another about what the rest of the world thinks is “normal” and she can be heard arguing that “normality is a delusion of the masses built by the subconscious so people can feel like they fit in. It’s stupid stupid stupid.” Yet she refers to people as “normals” if they wear what she feels like commercialization has told them to wear.
If it were ‘real’ Si would have sought out a vampire long ago to turn her. The horror behind them, the sheer misunderstood villainy of them pulls her to them. Draws her like a moth to the flames.
Your Vices
Likes: Vampires, Werewolves, Violins, E Nomine (German Band), corsets, squeaking mundane, turning heads, challenging the norm, steam punk (this also applies to diesel punk, romantigoths, circus punk, etc), horror movies, horror books
Dislikes: Mundanes (this varies depending on the person), romantic comedies (unless they involve vampires), Twilight (those are NOT vampires), Buffy (Joss got it wrong. The vamps would have won), Angel (whiney little vampire boy. Ugh!), when her brother steals her eyeliner (never mind that she has enough make up to put MAC out of business), being referred to as a “meta”, when people take her dislike of “mundane” and translate it to be “non-meta” rather than the scope of imagination
Strengths: Taught herself German, Plays the violin quite well, strong willed, outgoing, debates, self aware, talented seamstress and costumer
Weaknesses: Impulsive, stubborn, judgmental, hypocritical, bad night vision, burns easily, a rather high opinion of herself, elitist (very self consciously different), moody, horrible monthly cramps
Fears: Being considered average, guinea pigs, her father dieing.
Secret: In spite of his connection to Twilight and his questionable acting talent, she thinks Robert Pattinson is hot. And she'll beat the snot out of anyone who suggests she likes him. Also, she plays in online slash-tastic role play boards with a historical flare.
Family Ties
Father:David Cotton (divorced)
Mother: Deborah Branscombe (divorced, re-“married”)
Step-Mother: Sandra Benson
Siblings: Thaddeus Cotton, Fallon Cotton
Any Other Important People:Conan, her custom fang supplier
History
Sidra grew up in Tyrone, GA with her parents and two younger siblings. Happy, or as happy as a wanna be vampire could possibly be in the south. When she was in the 8th grade her mother came out of the closet. Literally. Deborah was found in a supply closet making out with Sidra's brother's Biology teacher during a middle school open house. Soon after that her mother sought a divorce from her father, who was devastated by the unfaithfulness but would have remained with Deborah for the children's sake.
Prior to the divorce, Si had a rather (un)healthy obsession with all thing horror. Her book shelves were filled with the classics of the genre. Frankenstien, Dracula, et cetera. Every Halloween without fail she dressed as a vampire, the costuming getting better as she got older and learned how to sew. Make up techniques were acquired and the Halloween tradition became everyday wear. Corsets were incorporated and a look that had been traditionally set aside for burlesque and romantigoths become Sidra's signature look.
With parents who held education in high regard and enrolled Sidra in almost every extracurricular activity they could find until one stuck, the now teenager has been playing violin from a young age. Recitals are one of the few times she's seen looking relatively normal by societies standards. Even more rare, she doesn't complain about it at the time. However, if there is photographic evidence of such, they tend to be destroyed as soon as spotted.
Elementary and middle school was, as any school, something to be survived. Nothing of particular interest happened outside of Sidra's gradual transformation into “vampire”. It wasn't until the 8th grade and the very beginnings of the divorce proceedings that things started to get strange. What would have been a usual trip to the doctor's office for the usual bloodwork done for yearly physicals resulted in a letter to her parents and a visit from a “Hammel Institute” recruiter. The divorce was hard enough on everyone as it was, that the general idea was it would be easier on Sidra if she wasn't in the middle of everything. So, it was agreed and the moody broody teen was shipped off to Vermont and a whole new life she didn't want.
Slowly she adjusted to life in the mountains of Vermont and being called a "flatlander" by the locals. That didn't mean she enjoyed it and made several attempts for "late night strolls" without being caught. All of which failed. She still makes those attempts.
Roleplay Example
The room was beautifully decorated, the table laid with all sorts of silverware with intricate designs on the handle. Each plate had food that could only ever be described as gourmet art and yet none of it appealed to the young woman in corset and bustle skirt. Burgundy hair wafted around her stirred by an unseen breeze as a toothy, fanged smile lit her face. Her host and the other guests were arriving.
Two men entered, both dressed in the elegant styles of the 18th century French nobility complete with the painted on moles in the shape of little hearts. Taking their seats they introduced themselves while waving scented handkerchiefs hand embroidered by ladies with nothing better to do. Polite conversation with false laughter prattled on for a few moments before the lights flickered and another presence was noted. A black form of moving shadow and smoke. None needed to be told that their host was death, for both the French noblemen had been dead for quite sometime and were much used to the games played in Death’s court. As for the young woman?
Sidra had planned and prepared for her place for the span of her life. When Death had finally embraced her and given her the unlife she’d so craved the young woman had agreed whole heartedly to joining him in his court and play his games. For what was eternity without the thrill of a hunt of some kind or another.
Welcome the voice sounded in their minds as a shadowy extremity waved at his guests. I am pleased you have joined me.
No more was said before an unseen instrumental quartet started up and all four members of the table began to move, each circling the chairs and eying the dinner plates and goblets filled to spilling. A chair evaporated without so much as a waft of smoke, sound, or inkling and the music stopped as suddenly as it had started. Everyone scrambled, though Death’s scramble was more of a glide. One of the men was out, he pouted prettily and waved his perfumed square cloth as though it were no matter.
“Iz for little girl. She iz… how you say, new.”
Sidra laughed, her teeth flashing, any excuse to show off her fangs. Real fangs. “Don’t even, Jean Luc. You lost your chair, and your plate in fair play.” The man pouted again, but stood back with a smile and wiggled fingers at the three remaining plates.
“Eat, before ze next round.”
Yet nothing appealed to Sidra, save the goblet. O negative, tangy, sweet, a good year as well. Possibly in their 40s. Aged well, but with enough youthful spice left that it gave the blood an interesting flavor. A little fruity too, but she couldn’t place a region.
Too soon the music started again and the three remaining became two. Sidra played in a cutthroat way, stealing the chair from beneath the other nobleman’s tush with a triumphant laugh.
“It’s just you and me, Death.”
As it was meant to be.
The music started again after a few moments and after it’s sudden stop, Sidra fell into the space where the final chair was supposed to be only to open her eyes onto a black bedroom with a graveyard motif and as the teenager sat up with a suspicious look around as though she expected Death to be in a corner somewhere.
“Cheater,” she muttered, falling back into her pillows with a huff. Shame too, she had been about to beat death.
What About You?
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Name: Urchin
Age: 28 (presently, though that tends to change about once a year)
Experience:
How Did You Find Us? Dry kept talking about this place. I figured I better join before she brained me. Though she CLAIMS that she wasn't going to brain me. Riiiiiight.
Ready To Play? I play with my food too.
