Angela Nicole Chambers
Dec 12, 2011 22:14:32 GMT -5
Post by Angela Chambers on Dec 12, 2011 22:14:32 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Angela Nicole Chambers
Nicknames: Angie
Age: 14
Orientation: Hetero
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Anatomic Separation- Ability to remove and reattach body parts, while maintaining control over the removed parts. Right now though, I can only remove small body parts, a toe or finger, even an ear on a rare occasion. And it usually takes a little while before I can put it back.
Play By: Emily Osment
The Details
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Any Piercings? No
Any Tattoos? No
Any Scars? Quite a few on my lower back and legs.
General Appearance: I’m rather short, only five feet and one inch. I wish I were taller. Longer limbs. Legs, to be exact. I’d like to be able to run. Fast. That’d be nice. And I’m thin. Thinner than I’d like to be. I generally feel like pole. And my hair, it’s long. Down to my back. Blonde. People expect me to be bubbly and chipper because of it, which is… Annoying is the best word, I guess. And it’s not quite curly, but not quite straight either. Wavy I suppose is the best way to describe it. But I keep it tied up. It’s usually dirty anyway. But it’s more of a dark blonde color?
My nails, they’re chewed down and I chew my cuticles too. My arms, legs, and everywhere else easily hidden by clothes, are covered in healed wounds and scars. I usually wear long sleeves and pants because of them. My eyes are green. But they have brown spots in them. My grandfather used to call them ‘floaters’. Which I thought was kinda gross. I don’t usually wear my glasses, though I should. I’m not blind. Just makes reading a little more difficult.
The clothes I have are a little baggier than other kids my age? A tad… Out of a date too. They aren’t what I would pick to wear. But they’re fine I suppose. They’re a bit worn too. Hand me downs from my mom and dad mostly.
Personality: I don’t really have much of one? I’ve never really spent much time around anybody but my little sister and brother and parents. I keep to myself mostly. I don’t really enjoy the company of others. I tend to clam up. And my voice gets lost somewhere in my throat. I’m kind of hoping that coming here will help? Being around people like me?
I prefer to be on my own right now though. And read. You’ll see me reading a lot. I usually curl up somewhere and read. I can read a book, cover to cover, in a matter of hours. Of course it depends a bit on the size. I also like listening music. Um, mostly Rage Against The Machine. I suppose the thing that says the most about my ‘personality’ is that I’m a survivor. But honestly, I don’t feel like one. It’s just what somebody told me.
I do day dream a lot. I watch other people and think of different and exciting things they’ll do with their lives. And different places around the world. Mostly, when I day dream, I pretend to be a character in one of my books. Having all those great and wonderful things happen. It’s fun… For awhile.
Your Vices
Likes: Reading, Music, Being alone, I like doodling too, I have entire sketchbooks filled with little doodles, the stars.
Dislikes: Loud people, aggressiveness, bananas, wearing jewelry, sports, spiders... And I'm kinda iffy on birds, though I am jealous of their ability to fly.
Strengths: I’m fairly good at writing and math. And I know ASL.
Weaknesses: History. Really bad at history. Spanish. Making friends. Meeting people.
Fears: My father… People that remind me of my father. Again, spiders. And most creepy crawlies for that matter.
Secret: Well… A secret… I’m not sure I’d actually mind company. But I’m afraid to ask for any company.
Family Ties
Father: Charles Chambers-47 years old
Mother: Anna Chambers-40 years old
Siblings: Nolan-brother, 5 years old, and Riley-sister, 12 years old
Any Other Important People:Officer Ryans. He’s the officer who came to my house and helped me to find this place.
History
My parents aren’t particularly accepting people. They have nasty things to say about anybody and everybody. Especially meta humans. To my parents, people unlike them are deplorable yet tolerable, but metas are grotesque beings. ‘Crimes against nature’ as father put it once. On occasion when I came home from school, there’d be buzz about a kid in a neighboring town having… come into their abilities. Mother would normally be muttering something along the lines of ‘filthy mutants’. They both said how ashamed they’d be if any of us were ‘mutants’. Of all the people different from my parents, they hated metas the most. They were never violent towards other people. But they certainly thought it was well deserved when it was reported on the news. I tried to protect Riley and Nolan from it as best as I could from their… awful views.
They didn’t have much patience for Nolan though when they discovered he was hearing impaired. They didn’t want to be burdened with it something like that. I had to beg my mother to buy me ASL books. And I only convinced her because I pointed out that I could translate and make communication easier. So Riley and I taught ourselves and we in turn taught Nolan. And that made life a little easier.
When I was 13, my ability made itself known to me. On the news there was a report about a black boy who was meta. I’m not even sure what the report was about. But because he was both black and meta, father was… especially crude, yelling all sorts of awful things. I still can’t fully understand how a person could hate people like that. Especially for something they can’t help. For whatever reason that particular day, he was angrier than I’d seen him before. I was so scared of him that night. It was awful.
In the middle of his yelling and ranting, my left thumb fell off and onto the table. Then it began wiggling. Of course I shrieked. Mother panicked. But father seemed to know right away. Mother and I were in such shock, that we didn’t realize there wasn’t any blood. So when mother ran to get her first aid kit, father stopped her.
My father had always had a belt that he’d threaten to use on us if we misbehaved. I’d always thought it was for show. But that night, finding out his own daughter was a meta… It was over faster than I would’ve thought.
The next day, I was kept home from school. Mother kept me locked in my room. Her and father didn’t want Riley near me, so she had to sleep on the couch. Then I didn’t go the next day either. When Riley got home from school, she reminded mother that I hadn’t eaten in two days, so I ate then. And they moved Riley’s stuff out of our room. She had to share with Nolan. I didn’t go to school for six days. And they didn’t offer an explanation to any of the neighbors. I suppose it was one of them that called the cops.
That was how I met Officer Ryans. He knew I was scared. My ear popped off. It took him a little while to get over the shock and put it together, but he did. He told me his sister was a meta and he’d help me. And that’s why I’m here now.
Roleplay Example
Angie stood by the window in her room, watching as kids were getting on the bus to go to school for the day. She was jealous. Yes, she was still sore, but Angie liked school. It was her salvation, her safe haven. At school, she learned about people who weren’t like her parents, people who fought for others to get fair treatment. Of course, they also taught at school that everybody had a right to their opinion. That was the part that she couldn’t totally agree with, when obviously some people and their ways of thinking were just wrong.
When the bus was out of view, she lay in bed, on her stomach, and stared at the wall. How nice, she thought, it would be to be one of those people who brings about change. Though Angie was rather convinced she’d be destined to live out the rest of her life in her room, watching the paint chip on the wall and watch from the window as others lived their lives.
She was sure she’d be able to manage. After all, she hadn’t seen her father since they discovered she was a meta. And her mother hadn’t spoken to her at all. She simply opened the door, placed a plate of food just inside the room, and then closed it immediately.
Perhaps with time her mother would speak to her again. And then Riley could move back into the room with her. And it’d be normal again. She wondered if her father would continue his ranting about metas. It would be horribly rude. But than again, this was her father. So mostly likely he wouldn’t give a flying leap that Angie was meta and would always bad mouth them.
Through the walls of the house, Angie heard the doorbell ring. She assumed it was another neighbor coming to check on her. The voice, though it was muffled, sounded like a man, which struck her as odd. Only women had been by to come check up on her. Then there were raised voices. And she heard her name being called. “Yes?” She called back. Though she regretted it instantly. If whoever this was wasn’t able to help her, she’d be sure to pay for speaking to them.
It sounded as if there was a bit of a struggle. And she heard her father’s booming voice. Angie hadn’t realized that he’d stayed home from work today. There were more sounds of struggles. Beginning to be frightened, Angie moved to the furthest corner of the room and hugged her knees to her chest.
Slowly, the struggles began to stop. And it was minutes before she heard any noise again. Her breath was caught in her throat. The squeaks on the stairs felt as if they’d never stop. Then her door was unlocked and it swung open. “Angie? I’m Officer Ryans. Are you ok?”
Terrified of what was happening, Angie’s ear fell off on to the floor. Shock and concern covered the officer’s face.
What About You?
Name: CuppyCake5, Cuppy, CC, L, Lauren. All of the above.[/blockquote]
Age:22
Experience: Going on 4 years
How Did You Find Us? Random happenstance
Ready To Play? YES! Very much please!
