Nimah O'Carroll

[Nimah O'Carroll]

The easy S T U F F . . .

Name: Nimah Lynn O'Carroll
Nickname: Red, Crim, Nimes
Age: Seventeen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Non-fixed matter state is the best name for Nimah's ability. This involves her being able to shift from her usual solid form to a liquid or gas form. Mind you, she doesn't have to go back to solid form if she wants to change from a liquid to a gas or vise versa. It is a bit more difficult for her to regain her solid form though, as it's almost like she has to build herself up again in a way.When in a liquid form, she is almost always red in colour as it seems to be a default for her though the amount of coloring depends on just how much of a liquid she has become. For example, if she is the consistency of pudding, she will be more of an opaque red, when like water she will be "watered down" and transparent. The same goes for her gas form; when she is thicker like dense fog, she would be a deeper red than when she's thinner.

Like mentioned above, it is difficult for her to regain her solid form once she has become a liquid or a gas, so this puts a strain on her when she changed back and she often has to pop a couple of pain pills to fight back the body aches that comes as a result. Another down side is, although she is fully aware while in her liquid or gas form, she is unable to speak. Sure she could spell things out, but that doesn't work so well in situations where a person can't read or the visibility is just not good enough to be able to see her in. Ever since her power has manifested, Nimah has found that she needs to drink two to three times the amount of water than a normal person should need to, otherwise she ends up getting overly dehydrated. This is because unnoticed by her, she is in a constant state of evaporation in a way. As she goes longer without drinking, she becomes thirsty, starts to develop a headache, and suffers from dizziness.

Play By: Susan Coffee

Let it F L O W . . .

Looks!: M' hair's naturally a brown-red but I like to see it a deeper richer red, borderin' on red-velvet. I wear it long, even if it's in different styles an' don't often have it any other colour 'less it's on accident. I've taken a likin' t' th' look of both natural an' false lashes so I alternate 'tween th' two from time to time. I always like t' keep m' brows done up neatly though. No wild-brows for me. No way.

If I wanted some muscle tone, I'd have it. Buuut, I don't. I prefer my more smooth look rather than havin' all those dips an' lumps all over m' bodies. I'm happy enough with th' shape I 'ave that comes wi' normal every day activities an' th' like. I'm not athletic, no, but I'm fit. Slender, but fit. An' in m' opinion, sexy as all hell.

Really, I am. M' eyes are gorgeous green an' clear. M' lips pink an' fun, skin pretty damn clear an' without any scars.... except on th' body that used to be Anna's. She's got a scar just sittin' there on the side of 'er hip. Damn 'er. Damn 'er an' 'er love of see-saws when she was younger... Anyways, back to how pretty I am. I've got pierced ears. Not big on wearing dangling earrings for too long seein' how they just end up stretchin' your ears out. No thanks. I'll wear 'em, just not often an' not too long at a time. There's a bugger of a scar on m' left hip from an accident involvin' a seesaw an' a plot t' learn 'ow t' fly when I was five.

Personality: My personality? Really? I don' usually 'ave to talk about that much so I'll start with listing what others say 'bout me an' add in my comments...

*narcissistic*
Oh come on. There's nothing wrong wi' enjoyin' th' fact I'm pretty, an' smart, an' fun. I mean, it's not like no one else can see it! Look at me! I'm cute!

*easily irritated*
Oh now that's just a stereotype! You really think I'm gonna let 'oever it was that said that get away wi' it? Which one of you gits put that down as something to describe my personality!?

*energetic*
Damn straight I am! I've got ten times th' go that most anyone else has!

*playful*
Hey, I wouldn' be as awesome if I wasn' fun, now would I.

*stubborn*
If I argue against that, you're just gonna get your win, so I'm not.... Wait a min... You're tryin' to trick me!

*curious*
Curious about what? Come on, spill it. Don' leave me hangin'.

*busybody*
Hey now, I just happen to like spending my time actually doing things rather than sittin' aroun' with my thumb up my fuckin' arse...!

M' likes, I suppose... Presents. I love presents. Making jewelry... Well, I keep th' ones I like, and sell the ones I don't so it's win-win. Hot Tea. It's a must. Really, it is. Rainy days. It makes me think of home, so of course I like 'em. Greek Mythology. What, it's interestin'! Opals. Prettiest stone ever, 'ands down.

Ah an' here's m' dislikes as well, while we're at it... Turnips. Really, 'oo in their right mind would like th' stuff? Just thinkin' o' eatin' it makes me wanna gag. Admitting Wrongs. Well, I'm usually right. An' on th' rare case when I'm not, you already know 'bout it so there's no point in rubbin' it in m' face. Popcorn. It gets all stuck b'tween m' teeth. Spiders. It's not that I'm afraid of them, it's that if I see one I'll squish it back to th' hell it came from.

Talents: Makin' jewelry. Multi-tasking. Well, it's a given. I've gotten pretty damn good at it. Fluent, in fact. Baking. My cakes and cookies are .. wait for it..... awe... some. Keeping entertained. What, it's a talent. American Accent. Well, I'm gettin' good at it. Sometimes I even hit it dead on. So I'm countin' that.

Not so talents: M' temper supposedly, I get distracted from bein' in all these places at once from time t' time, can't get those damn child-safe bottles f' th' pills open f' th' life o' me. I ent too good wi' needles either, I spot one an' I'll likely get th' feck outta there.

Sexuality: I like BOYS. So straight, very straight.

Th' Fam: Ma: Biddy Lynn O'Carroll, Da: Eoin Fion O'Carroll. Sis: Anna Cara O'Carroll, Second Sis: Keeva Fiona O'Carroll. We're triplets by th' by. I just happ'n t' be th' special one.

History: Well, I was born in Cork, Ireland an' as a triplet. My sisters were pretty gammy all our lives. Eejits, the both of them. M' power actually did me a favour, it did when it came t' lettin' me away from 'em. Alright, I'm not gonna give you the horse's hoof here, that'd take ages. The fact is, it wasn't intentional. It just kind of happened and I just kind of see how it wasn't hard for it to. Let me start this from th' beginnin'...

Th' three of us were born just hours from each other, me bein' the first one to be pooched out int' th' world. No big surprise there, now is it? Anyways, th' labour had been smooth enough, and we were home th' day after as th' beginnings of a middle sized happy family. I won't bore you with th' babby stuff, seein' how all babies really do is drool over themselves, load their diapers up, and make odd noises while growing and losing teeth everywhere. So let's skip to the childhood, yes?

I'll admit it, I come from a family of bogtrotters. We lived in such a rural area that it actually took hours to get to school. Suppose that's where I got into the habit of waking up at an ungodly time of th' morn. It also might be why no one thought twice about the fact that Anna and Keeva were so fecking bland. I've met cows with more personality, seriously. They'd blather on about th' most mundane things that nobody cared about besides the two of them. Best buds, but always following me about like ducklings.

I'm not saying I was one of the cool kids, I'm just saying I could have been if I didn't have those two stalking me everywhere. Couldn't even go to the jacks without them, which was annoying as hell now that I think about it. I was used to it back then, but now I know better.

Fourteen's when m' powers came in, an' not in th' most gentle way either. Felt like I was feckin' meltin', it did. Out o' nowhere too, not a single warnin'. One minute I was normal th' next, a puddle on th' ground for a good ten minutes b'fore I managed t' crawl back outta it. Gave me th' jeebies, but it gave th' sheep an' m' sisters it even more. Though, maybe I should just call 'em all sheep seein' how they all kind of reacted th' same an' had about as much smarts as each other...

I swore 'em to' secrecy. M' sisters, not th' sheep. Th' sheep were smart enough t' not learn how t' talk. But secrecy didn't seem t' be enough seein' how Da got a call from Some place called Kocher with a series of events followin' soon after ending with me bein' packed an' sent off t' Kocher wi' th' rest o' th' "talented" or gifted or whatever.

That, was when things really hit th' fan. Come t' find out, puddin' wasn' th' only thing I could change into. I could turn t' almost a red water, or even shift into a bloody fog. Not lit'rally, though it does look pretty bloody now that I think o' it. Th' more I played aroun' wi' it, th' easier it got. Though, not so much wi' th' changin' back. It got harder th' more I got int' usin' m' power an' I'm kinda worried that I might jus' get stuck one day even if I've been told it'd not be happenin'.

Well, it was 'bout two years I spent there, learinin' an' practicin' an' th' like b'fore this program popped up with other "special schools" er whatever one decides t' call 'em. I volunteered o'course. Why not? A free trip t' another country an' more of a distance b'tween me an' m' sisters in case one o' them pop up as a late bloomin' meta or somethin'. Seein' 'ow I've got a decent grasp on m' powers an' all, an' I can be a bit of a nag when I want somethin' I managed t' weasel m' way into th' exchange program an' m' arse was flown right on over so I could start attendin' Hammel Institute.

Anyways, Hammel. Yeah, I've been 'ere f' 'bout what, nine months now? Yeah, about that. In that time I've learned how t' speak almost like a proper 'merican when I want to, 'cept when I'm pissed. Then I'm in no mood t' play aroun' with accents an' th' like. I've also learned 'nuff t' not have many accidents wi' m' changin' an all so not t' wake up as a puddle in th' bed or findin' m'self in the vents. I've found that I'm missin' m' borin' family an' mooncalf sisters, but it ent like I'm gonna admit that to them, now is it. Regardless, I might jus' try an' stick around here. I've grown quite attached t' th' states after all.

Behind the M A S K . . .

Name: Lurker
Age: Ageless and over eighteen
RP Experience: 10+ years
How did you find us?: Lurkin'

Show your S K I L L S . . .

------See Anthy------

[Admin!]

Almost!

Lurker, Nimah looks great, but you need to make one change before she can be accepted.

Students in Ireland would be sent to Kocher, which is the European meta-human school. Hammel does not have jurisdiction in Europe. After that, you would need to find a reason for her to be at Hammel now, a reason for a transfer.

However, we have an IC plot device that might be of assistance to you: this past spring of 2014, there was an exchange program; some students and staff from Kocher and the Japanese school were sent to Hammel, while Hammel sent some students and staff to the other two schools. We have established that exchange students might be allowed to stay in the U.S. after the fact to attend Hammel. So if you want to use this plot device, you may; be sure to update her attendance timeline accordingly (two years at Kocher and about nine months at Hammel; exchange began in January 2014).

When you have made this change, please bump the application so that staff can review it again.

[Nimah O'Carroll]

Thanks! Hopefully this does it

bump

[Admin!]

Accepted!

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