Annabelle Coronova
Dec 1, 2010 17:23:10 GMT -5
Post by Annabelle Coronova on Dec 1, 2010 17:23:10 GMT -5
The Basics
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Name: Annabelle Joelle Coronova
Nicknames: Bells, Anna
Age: 17
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Retrocognition
Play By:Laura Marling
The Details
Hair Color: Naturally brown, although known to dye hair on occasion. Preferable color is platinum blonde.
Eye Color: Grey
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? Half-sleeve on her upper right arm, compilation of a bunch of Chondricthyes.
Any Scars? Back of upper thigh, approximately two inches long.
General Appearance:
Fair in appearance, with near porcelain skin, Annabelle seems to blend in with world around her. Her hair differentiates greatly, though, and is naturally a dark chocolate tone. Annabelle has eyes much like her father's; they seem to be indecisive in color, and switch from hazel to grey, depending on the weather. Her smile is small, but all around genuine. She smiles for the sake of others, as if her shining light will in turn, make them happier, or at least that is her attempt. But she is not completely selfless, and does enjoy a few luxuries of her own, which of course, bring out the upward curl of the corners of her lips.
She is of petite stature, a lean figure sculpted and toned from the seemingly endless years of various forms of dance she has been involved in since a very young age. Standing at only sixty-two inches, Annabelle has quite the hard time seeing above other people, one of the main reasons she hates larger crowds and gatherings.
Personality:
Miss Coronova is a lover of simple pleasures and of the natural world. Earth, wind, fire, or water? Why choose one? She is indeed a naturalist, and finds most solace beside the woodlands, rocks, and shrubs. As a child, she grew up along the northeastern coast of Maine, where she was lucky enough to be surrounded by both forest and ocean. With such a lifestyle, preference for environment had become quite specific to her current home. Maine was a place all of its own. It was seclusive, with far fewer inhabitants than of places like Miami, New York City or Southern California. The people around her helped shape her into a helpful, kind, and friendly young adult.
Because of events that have occurred in her recent history, she has a few emergent personality traits. A tragic car accident that left her mother in a coma for five days seemed to have created traits and abilities she'd never imagined having. Post collision, Annabelle had her first experience in the otherworldly senses. The closest and clearest definition she could possibly give to her visions would be retrocognition. She was in no way a mind reader, but instead could only catch blurred and meshed images of others' lives. As these sights have only come into her mind recently Anna has become both exhausted and intrigued by the ability she now possesses. But of course, it has brought both advantages and disadvantages into her life. Although Anna can now perceive a lot more about the people around her, so as long as she makes physical contact with them, she also has rather severe migraines that seem to control her mind as she overanalyzes the memories and pasts of people that she knows and loves. The overstimulation of her brain is enough to cause serious fatigue on both her mind and her body, causing her to nap more, and consequently, lose much of her focus on other matters that she genuinely cared for pre-tragedy.
But before these visions had come to her, she certainly had flaws much like any living human would obtain. Since a child, she had been a bit of a perfectionist. Dance was probably to blame for this, as it was either right or wrong, and only the best got to be in the front, or had the stage to themselves. But before her parents could try and curve it out of her senses, it had taken over, and would never leave. This habit also invaded her art classes, and the other various hobbies and requirements that she enjoyed. Fine art, ice skating, and music, all were of the same suit.
In addition to perfectionism, Annabelle has a knack for keeping her mouth shut, even when things really need to be said. She was always the listener in the group of friends, and the one who would talk the least and say the most. Her introverted behavior would give her time to analyze the situation, but again, that trait caused some hefty problems. Usually she would end up over analyzing many situations that didn't even deserve all of the wasted energy on thought. If only she had shrugged off these small matters, that energy wouldn't have been wasted. But merely blowing things off interfered with her perfectionism, and simply wouldn't do.
Before Anna ever had an inkling of an idea that she was different from others around her, she despised crowds. There were too many people in one isolated space, which made her quite uncomfortable. She was rather petite, and being so small also made her lose her bearings more readily, and made her a target for getting lost. This had actually happened on more than one occasion in her childhood, and those memories became ever alive when she was placed in this sort of predicament. But now that she was aware that a simple brush of the hand on someone else could leave her mind on overdrive, she specifically despised any sort of crowded scenario all the more. Her mind would begin to clog up with images and visions, and could cause migraines or even worse situations, making her collapse or become unconscious. Certainly crowds were not her place to be and she would avoid them at all costs.
Although she is usually a complacent person, with her now modified mind that allows her to peer into peoples' pasts, she can see recent and further back memories. And if there's one human characteristic she hates more than anything its lying, whereas backstabbing comes in a close second. If only she could wield her powers to search for a specific event in time, she might actually be able to catch someone in their lies. But would others believe she was telling the truth?
Your Vices
Likes:
Musty coffee shops
Excursions with friends
Hot tea
Underground and Indie artists and concerts
Oil painting
Swing dancing
Figure skating
Wilderness
Animals
Loyalty and trust
Dislikes:
Superficiality
Crowded places
The void of the unknown
Coffee
Hot climates
Spiders
Backstabbers and liars
Opera
Fighting
Strengths:
Figure skating
Dance
Fine art
Hiking
Culinary arts
Foreign languages
Weaknesses:
Mathematics
Physical Education
Swimming
Over-analytical
Perfectionist
Introverted
Fears:
The unknown
Death
Spiders
Loss of family and loved ones
Secret:Fear that she will see a vision of another individual that will haunt her mind until her demise.
Family Ties
Father:Mr. Reginald "Reggie" Coronova
Mother: Mrs. Lucy Coronova
Siblings: August Coronova, aged 7
Any Other Important People:Bruno, the family's ten year old Irish Wolfhound
History
Born into the small town of Machias, Maine, Annabelle Joelle Coronova resided with her mother, a tailor, and father, a fisherman, in a small bright yellow colonial on the outskirts of town. The family life was that of a happy and simple existence. At the age of nine, an unexpected gift came to the family in the form of a younger brother and son, whom her parents named August. Throughout the years, both of the siblings got along quite well, getting by without substantial income, but enjoying the free things in life,like the bid and beautiful ocean and the endless forests all around them.
Since the age of three, Anna had been taking dance classes at the local studio in the most commercial part of the town. To her, dance was an outlet, a release for any bit of drama in her life. If she was upset, angry, frustrated, or broken she would dance. This also applied to figure skating, a hobby she took up approximately a year after her brother was born. With the family's main attention on her younger sibling, she felt closed out of the most important people in her life. With feelings of abandonment, Anna sought something to capture her love once more, and through all of her searching, she found art on ice. It was much of a crossover from ballet, and her body was already built for the sport. With just a bit of getting used to putting all of her weight on two blades, she successfully managed to skate at a proficient level. This too, became her crutch, but not so much with negative situations as was ballet. No, ice skating was as important to her as anything else was. It expressed her feeling and emotions more than ballet ever could, and gave a whole new dimension to what she could accomplish.
Eventually, Anna worked out her issues with her family, and after countless sit-downs and conversations that smoothed out all of the bumps, the family was back together again as a whole unit. They supported each other and made promises of complete loyalty until death do them part.
Annabelle's teenage years brought new friendships, specialized classes, and even more high school drama. But from her past, she knew it would be useless to cry over spilled milk, so instead of going along with the drama, she did her best to avoid it. She made friends with kind, caring and intellectual people like her. These friends, a healthy mix of both males and females, were quite inseparable, and stuck together in their clique throughout the year and a half they had known each other. Together, they went on all sorts of trips across town, and made plans to vacation together in Canada for the upcoming spring break.
But fate seemed to twist the reigns of Annabelle's seemingly perfect life. It was the early morning after Thanksgiving, and her mother had asked Anna to come with her for the traditional Black Friday shopping spree. She agreed to the offer, happy to spend some quality mother-daughter time together. The snow had fallen the night before, and the ground was covered in a solid three to five inches of white powder. They drove down the twisting road, talking and laughing. They were enjoying each other so much so that her mother had inadvertently let go of the wheel, but with a scream of terror and a thunderous crash of metal on metal, the happiness came to an end.
With a great deal of effort, Annabelle managed to open her eyes from the darkness, and take in her surroundings. She wasn't sure exactly what had happened, but there was blood. Blood on her hands, and as she felt, on her face as well. And then, to the left of her, was her mother. Panic ensuing, Anna made her way out of the seatbelt that had bruised her body but kept her from flying over the cliff, and tried to reach over and wake her mother. She was whimpering, and as her senses came back to her, she was in a great deal of pain as well. Her chest felt as if it had been crushed, but she knew that if she worried too much on her own problems, her mother might die, so she reached over to her mother, and went to feel her face, to turn it towards herself. And with that skin to skin contact, her mind was filled with memories, memories of a younger self, of her mother and father getting married, of her brother being born. It was all a rather fast flurry of images and moving pictures. Shocked and confused, Annabelle immediately withdrew her hand from her mother, and with that, she returned to the real world. What had she seen? Was it a hallucination from the accident? Certainly she had never seen that before from holding her mother's hand or hugging her.
Confusion now contributed to her list of emotions, and panic began to take over her mind, she started screaming for her mother, screaming for help from anyone. She was shouting as loud as she knew how to, until all faded to black, where she was left in a world of darkness.
How much later on, she had no idea, but when she opened her eyes once more, she saw a blaring white light from above. Was it heaven? No, it couldn't be. She concentrated on the sounds around her, and heard a steady monotonous beep from behind her. And then there was her father, grief-stricken and hovering over her. The next few lines that dripped from his mouth were unimaginable, yet true as the doctor confirmed it to be. Her mother had suffered brain injury from the accident. It turns out she had swerved to avoid hitting another car and rammed right into the metal barrier that separated the road from the edge of the cliff. That barrier had saved both of their lives, but it hardly seemed so. Although Annabelle was conscious and survived with minor injuries, her mother was in a coma, and they weren't sure when she would get out.
In search for any bit of help and comfort, she reached out for her father's arm, and grabbed it. But again came these rushing blur of images. She gasped and let go, her mind trying to make out what had happened. What was happening to her? Did she have brain damage? All tests proved negative for any signs of damage, although doctors did see a difference in the concentration of tissue, and although she was eventually released from the hospital, the doctor’s reassured her that they would look in depth at the sudden change.
About a week later, her mother woke from her coma. The family rushed to the hospital and welcomed her mother back. It turns out that she ended up having complete memory loss of the event, although her cognition was just as great as it was before. Thankful for the wonderful news, the family went to gather their mother’s belongings and leave, but just before they could exit the building, the doctor that had treated both Annabelle and her mother had approached her father, and took him aside. He spoke only a few words to him, but Anna could pick up on four distinct syllables. “Meta-human”. Thoughts came rushing to her mind, filling it with possibilities. They had to be talking about her, there wasn’t anyone else in the family that had shown signs of any odd behavior. And this would explain the visions she was seeing. But the biggest question that kept popping up was how all this could happen? Why had it happened? Aren’t meta-humans different from birth? She had known for a fact that skin-to-skin contact had never affected her like this before. Had the accident forced this ability out of her? There was so much she didn’t know, but so much she wanted to figure out.
Only a few sleepless nights passed before a young gentleman came knocking on the Coronova’s front door, asking to speak with Mr. and Mrs. Coronova, as well as her. Skeptical and unsure of who this man was and how he had anything to do with any of them, Anna listened intently to what he had to say. He had mentioned a school in Vermont, high in the mountains of Vermont. He also mentioned that it was a school specifically for people with special abilities that not every other human had. Here at this school, Hammel Institute, he called it, she would be safe from anyone dangerous. It was indeed a safe haven for special people like her.
But of course, Annabelle didn’t know how on earth he would know anything about her. How could he? She’d never met this man in her life! Still, he reassured her that he knew what she could do. He put out his hand for her to hold, and although she initially hesitate, she reached out and touched the middle of his open palm. Again, all of these images streamed into her conscious, although none of them were recognizable, she could definitely make out scenes of his life. She withdrew her fingers from his hand and at that moment, she knew she could trust him.
Within a week, she said her goodbyes to her friends and family, packed her bags, and arrived at Hammel Institute in Vermont. The school was beautiful, and looked just like the colleges that she always wanted to go to, what with its old-style academic facilities, brick exteriors and paved paths. This place indeed appeared to be all it was cracked up to be. Hopefully, the academics and overall environment would match her expectations as well. It was all she had.
Roleplay Example
(From another RP site I use, I hope that’s alright.)
It was weaning towards the start of a brand new month, while the old was dying away, on its way out. The days grew shorter and shorter, without end, the sun falling from the sky earlier and earlier ever day. By just 4:45 in the afternoon, the sky would be turning shades of maroon and navy, the sun on its way out while it let the moon take hold of the sky. This certainly wasn't Emma's favorite season of the year, at least the soon-to-be season; winter was coming. Life would die off, the flowers would disappear, the deciduous trees would lose their leaves, and much of the life around her would go on a seasonal hibernation.
Emma certainly wasn't pleased, but she was no stranger to this environment. Lucky for her, La Push had mild winters, much unlike the rest of the northern part of the country. Living near the only temperate rain forest in the continental United States had its benefits. Up here, winter rains were more common than snow storms, although the clouds hardly ceased from staying eternally grey and overcast. In the winter, sun was a rarity, and warm weather was even less likely. But then again, there were positives to this. Many less people would be at the beach, which meant that she could have it all to herself. Sure, it was slightly greedy and predacious, but why shouldn't she be protective to her native land? In the summer time, there were always bunches of Forksian kids and teenagers wasting brain cells and leaving their garbage all over the place post-party or celebration. It was just wrong, and it frustrated her. But now, now that the winter season was rolling around, she would successfully be able to reclaim her bit of land.
But those nights where she'd creep out of the house and watch the chilling waves roll in with the tide were going to have to wait until at least tomorrow night. As for now, she had to get spiffied up, as her family and fellow neighbors had a monstrous dinner party to attend. Not to say she hated crowds much anymore, no that she could handle, especially if she knew the people and was on good standing with them. It was more along the lines of formal courtesies and arranged events and speeches that really got under her skin. People that never talked to you would come up to you, smile, shake your hand or hug you, and ask about your life, as if they cared. Emma wasn't much for lying or anything of that sort. If she didn't like you, she'd let you know, or at least have the courtesy of leaving you out of any sort of conversation. To put on the mask of concern really wasn't in her mental dictionary. But still, as much as she had attempted to weasel her way out of the event, her efforts were to no avail, and she would indeed be going to this dinner party.
It was more for her parents that she went. They wanted to 'catch up' with old friends from the past, the sort that didn't really make the attempt to get in contact with her family whatsoever, but still, they insisted that this event would be the perfect chance to do so. Emma saw no use in arguing with their opinions, and instead, decided upon getting ready, in the nicest way she could imagine. Her closet had little to offer in the lines of formal evening wear, so she just went with her gut, and wore what she would feel most comfortable in. In a hurry, she added the last bit of eyeliner to her eyelids, and headed out the door with her parents.
The place was crowded, and that was an understatement. The large meeting hall was filled with people from around the neighborhood. All of them seemed to be...well, natives. Obviously no one from Forks was invited. Then again, she wasn't even sure who the host was. If she cared to know, she would find out herself, but Emma decided she'd head over to the drink bar and find some punch. Making sure not to spill any on her black sequined and studded mid-thigh dress, she ladled the sherbet and punch mix into one of the crystal glasses that were offered next to it. There was enough crystal here for an entire army. And with the price of crystal these days, who the heck could be holding this event? From what Emma knew, no one from around these parts was that rich. But whatever, it was of no matter.
She grabbed her punch glass firmly in her hand and headed over towards any empty corner she could find. The age group was highly varied in the place. There were some wee children with their parents, dressed in sundresses or those toddler ties, button downs, and pants, in short: decked out. Then there were young adults, some couples, married and dating alike. There were of course, the older people too conversing amongst each other like they'd been friends for a lifetime. And then... Emma squinted around from where she could see (being only five foot three had some of its disadvantages) there were indeed some people her age! Finally she breathed. She looked around and noticed some of them from school, although they definitely weren't the people she'd most likely go and talk to. So decidedly, she stood there in her corner, leaning against the wall and sipping the night away.
What About You?
Name: Bells
Age: 20
Experience:About two years or so.
How Did You Find Us? Shadowplay Topsites
Ready To Play?If you give me the privilege, I’d love to.
