Lizzie Lovental
May 28, 2014 12:51:10 GMT -5
Post by Lizzie Lovental on May 28, 2014 12:51:10 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Lizzie Maria Lovental
Nickname: Liz
Age: sixteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Camouflage; Lizzie can pretty much blend into the surroundings by changing the colors (not her form though). Sometimes the backgrounds stick to her body, but they “decay” over time and return her skin tone to the normal one. Due to the color changes, sometimes even accidental, Lizzie is relatively anxious and nervous, especially when it comes to changes.
Her sensing of colors is a bit different than other humans see them. To her, the colors are either too bright (during the day), or in the night she can either sense them; or, during the dim light, the colors have certain “shadows” that no one can see besides her. After the change she can experience temporary color blindness as well as nausea.
Play By: Charlotte FreeLet it F L O W . . .As the middle child of the Lovental family, Lizzie grew up in a society where nothing much was expected from her. Her parents paid more attention to her younger sister due to her illness, and her older brother was busy with school and work and eventually he even moved out.
Her younger sister, Eleanor, suffers from schizophrenia and is provided with as much support as her mother and father can afford. The moods and the acts, even the views of her younger sister have had an effect on her and although Lizzie is older than she, this all has had an effect on her as well, especially when it comes to hiding or stating her opinions (or even talking out loud, seeing humans as threats).
Her personality, relying on the fact that she was not as highly appreciated as the younger, is quiet one, although every now and then the girl can be “heard” crying for attention. Lizzie has always been a girl who loved to study and read, though. Ever since her older brother gave her his first book, she became obsessed with learning and reading. Despite of being an “inspirational” child in her home class, Lizzie suffered (and still suffers) from the urge of stealing things. She is not exactly aware how or why she does that: her hands simply grab something without anyone noticing and she feels utterly sated and satisfied when she gets what does not belong to her. Admitting that, however, has never been an option, especially to her mother who happens to be working at the police station and her father, who is a chemical scientist and also a professor at a University.
How exactly her powers surfaced, Lizzie is still not aware. Simply one day, few months after her thirteenth birthday she discovered that she can partially blend in with the surroundings: in particular – the grass on which she was sitting. Her surprise was big when she discovered that her hand became transparent, but the poor girl also began panicking. The last thing she wanted was to completely disappear from this world. With her anxiety though, her hand “disappeared” till the very edge of her shoulder and she cried out for her parents. Apparently, her mother also possessed the same ability, therefore it was inherited to her.
After her power was revealed, her mother was the one who actually contacted the Hammel institute and within two days they agreed they would bring Lizzie to study and develop her powers there. At this time the girl had changed her appearance several times, blending in to almost everything. She suffered from depression and fear for many months, even after the teachers tried to help and solve her crisis. Her camouflage did not listen to her intentions or thoughts either, which meant that Lizzie had to walk into the dorm as pretty dotted or patterned girl. When the changes became rapid, she even lost her sight and sense, later that reduced to color blindness and over some time she was able to see normally again.
Due to that, during her first year at school, she avoided any contact with other students in terror of being abused for her inheriting such powers. Over time, of course, she accepted that this was something that could not be taken away so she began studying her “ability” to blend in. Although years have now passed, she still has not made any good friends. The fear of being victimized still terrorizes her thoughts and the only reason she communicates with people is only when its necessary.
Her powers, though, have not reached perfection. Far from that. Although she can control the changes a bit more now, they happen relatively randomly still.
Kleptomania, which is the reason why she has the urge to steal, is barely under her control. She has great difficulties when it comes to containing herself and therefore she can be really anxious, especially when she is in a shop or in a place where there are many items.
As for stealing – she is relatively good at that. Lizzie's acts of crime have not even once been captured by a camera or by an eye of a spectator. She is, therefore, very cautious and suspicious when strangers approach her.Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Pixi
Age: early twenties
RP Experience: ever since I was fourteen. English, however, is not my first language, so I warn you: I will most likely have many mistakes, especially because I am a self-taught student.
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“R-r... No,” Lizzie furrowed her golden eyebrows as she fixed her blue eyes on the sheet of paper. She was doing her best to study French, a language of love and all that. Not that the girl herself believed in any of that, but in her opinion, knowing at least more than one or two languages had its advantages.
She ran her thin fingers through the dyed pink hair; her own real color was light brown, almost blonde and it turned even lighter once she attempted to sunbathe. Dying her hair into pink has been a habit of two years now. She would not call it a love towards the color: more likely it was just something that suited her thin face and big fairy like eyes most.
“Ra-racc-rocher,” she tried again, wincing at the strange sound her voice did when she tried to pronounce that strange phoneme. Why couldn't they just think of an easier way to pronounce that letter? Disappointed in her own failure, she muttered:”râler” and yet, too stubborn to give up, she kept repeating the same word over and over again until she, finally, was capable of pronouncing it somewhat in a “proper” manner.
