Leila B. Gold
Sept 17, 2010 1:49:42 GMT -5
Post by Leila Gold on Sept 17, 2010 1:49:42 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Leila Beth Gold
Nickname: Lee, Lee-lee, Airhead
Age: Twenty-seven
Member Group: Institute Official
Power(s): Aerokinesis
Play By: Drew BarrymoreLet it F L O W . . .Leila's always been a bit of an airhead (thus her nickname), even before her powers began to manifest. However, her parents were always impressed by her skill at debate and the way that she quickly grasped the concepts of law and government. Her parents, Monica and Richard Gold, were both doctors, and they always wanted the best for their daughter. Leila's powers began to manifest around her thirteenth birthday. She'd received a blood test for her thirteenth birthday check-up, and two days later she was walking in the snow and it began to blow up in flurries around her. When she got home, the recruiter from Hammel was sitting in the living room with her parents, waiting to speak to her. She was taken from her home in Colorado and sent to the school. She graduated at nineteen and went to college at the University of Vermont. She continued on to graduate school and graduated from Princeton with a law degree. She just passed the bar last spring and is on her own for the first time. She’s taken a job as an intern with a new law firm in town, working as the bright new face of the Blue and Gold Firm.
Leila has often received a lot of grief for being a white girl from a rich family, but she takes it all in stride. Leila is a very happy person in general and always works to think the best of people, even with evidence to the contrary. She’s been on a couple dates, but often the men get driven away by either the wind or her appearance of flightiness. Still, she enjoys looking at all the gentlemen and dreaming. Her power takes the form of a constant breeze around her head, one that she cannot banish and that works as either an assistant or a poltergeist depending on its mood. She can work the air into a stronger wind and use it to move things, including people. On the other hand, she suffers from a constant headache to go with the wind—and thus has a constant supply of painkillers on hand—as well as having the disadvantage of being unable to keep the breeze from whipping into a storm when her emotions become too intense.
Leila has good people skills and is the main spokesperson of the law firm. A big reason she joined the firm was because of the opportunity it provided her to work with other meta-humans and try to work on changing some of the laws in order to make it easier for them to work in an environment outside Hammel and the surrounding community. She has a pet Corgi named Athena that follows her around most places. When she gets some time off, she loves to go up into the mountains and hike around. She also enjoys going to museums and looking at some of the paintings. She enjoys many different kinds of artwork, including classic paintings and architecture to modern music and photographs. She even likes reading some comic books every once in a while, though with books she tends to read more legal texts than novels. She much prefers the outdoors than the indoors, and she is claustrophobic. She has allergies and asthma, so she always keeps an inhaler and different allergy medicines in her large purse as well. Her frequent headaches has led her to depend constantly on different painkillers—she always has at least three different kinds with her. She has found that painting works to decrease the pain and increase her focus so that she can use her gift more effectively, and she has gained quite a bit of skill with the brush. She’s also discovered that her constant breeze sometimes means rips in her clothing, which means she has learned how to work well with a needle and thread.Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Stephanie
Age: Eighteen
RP Experience: Some practice on another forum, nothing dedicated to RP
How did you find us?: Recommendation through KaitlynShow your S K I L L S . . .Twelve years ago...
Leila careened down the hallways of Hammel. It was an odd sight to watch, since the papers were whisked out of her arms and then caught up by a gentle breeze and carried in front of her face, where she snatched them and stuffed them back into her stack. She glanced around as she went, then stopped with a screech in front of a door.
She gently slid the door open and stepped inside. The teacher looked up. “Leila, you are five minutes late. I would like to see you after class.” The lecture continued as Leila slid into a seat in the back of the room.
A boy next to her slid a piece of paper onto her desk. “What’s up this time?” it read.
Leila sighed as she looked at the paper, then looked at the earnest young man next to her. She grabbed a rock and put it on the note before continuing to straighten her own pile of information and stack it on the desk. Finally she grabbed the note again and pulled out a pen to scribble out a response. She handed it back, then looked up at the teacher.
The boy slid the paper in front of her again. Leila sighed and blew some hair up out of her face. She glanced down at the note again. “Just having some problems finding everything,” she’d written hurriedly. That had been an understatement—her entire stash of painkillers was gone, and she had nothing to get rid of the constant headache. Plus, after a full year on a constant cycle of Tylenol, Excedrin, Motrin, Advil, and ibuprofen, there were certain drawbacks from not having some sort of pill. She’d forgotten how bad the headaches were.
The new message on the note read, “Wanna talk about it? Maybe after class? I’ve got some candy still.”
Leila scrawled on the note again. “Sure,” she wrote, and passed it back. She put her head down on the desk and tried to think of something other than the pain.
At the end of class she went back to the teacher and nodded her way through the obligatory lecture about coming in late. She stumbled out the door and leaned against the wall.
“Hey,” came a voice. Leila opened her eyes and saw an Airhead candy bar in front of her face. She cautiously took it and began to eat. “Your favorite, right?” the boy said, crouching next to her.
Leila nodded. “How’d you know?”
The boy shrugged. “I just pick up on stuff. So you’re what, fourteen?”
“Fifteen. Been here two years now.”
“And you still haven’t found something to help you focus the power?”
“Look, I’m not so sure this is your business…”
“You may want to try art. You seem like an artsy person.” The boy stood and walked away. Leila stared after him.
Actually, she thought to herself, the few times I have worked on my artwork, I’ve felt better. Maybe…maybe it’s not such a bad idea.
That afternoon she signed up for an art class. At the end of the school year, her painting of a girl in a field of daisies was put on display for its work with color and shading. Everyone was shocked at how realistic the girl looked in the field and how dramatically her hair whipped around her face. Leila stood to the side, smiling. She slowly reached into her pocket, pulled out a bottle of Tylenol, and took a couple more pills.
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Present day...
Leila fumbled with her folders, trying to stuff them into her suitcase. She frowned at the door—one of the push-open kind—and it opened for her. She grabbed a few loose papers zooming around her head and stuffed them in her mouth.
“Morning,” she mumbled as she walked in the door. “Everything still okay?”
After some reassurances and basic “how are you” comments she made her way back to her desk. She set all of her things down and quickly grabbed one of the many paperweights that littered the area. Placing it on the entire stack, she sat back in the reclining chair and sighed.
As she sat forward and began to reorganize the papers, she whistled to herself. Each paper that blew away was carefully corralled back toward the desk where she snatched it from the air and stacked it into its own pile. She sorted through all the mail she’d picked up, dumping the hate mail automatically in the recycle bin and tucking the important letters into one file to give to the boss. The things she was working on were put in their own piles, and one last letter was left over.
Leila scanned the letter, which was written on special calligraphy in a beautiful hand. She sighed and pulled out a scrap of paper to write a reply. She scrawled out a quick time and location, then blew the paper forward to the outgoing box.
“I’ll just have to make the time to meet with him, I guess. Probably more girl talk,” she said with a smile. “Ah, I love meeting with some of those cute boys. It always brightens my day.”
She tucked her feet under her chair and got to work on the latest case.
