Amelia Blane
Jun 2, 2010 12:31:33 GMT -5
Post by Amelia Blane on Jun 2, 2010 12:31:33 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Amelia Blane
Nicknames: Almost everyone she knows calls her Amy.
Age: 15 years old (soon sixteen)
Orientation: Bisexual (but mostly straight)
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers:
Possibility calculation:
Amelia’s metahuman ability is the power to subconsciously calculate and respond to risks (in connection to actions or choices). This is something that happens entirely involuntarily, and can often make her seem slightly precognitive or unusually lucky. Around people she knows well or has spent a lot of time with, this will often result in an intuitive knowledge of how that person might act or what they will say in a given situation. From she was around ten years old she has also had an uncanny ability to make correct “guesses”.
Physical aspect:
In a physical situation Amelia’s ability will enable her to perceive an attack or action a fraction of a second before they are carried out. If someone for example throws a punch at her, her abilities will calculate the probability of where that punch will end up, how fast it will get there and how hard it will be. Due to the subconscious nature of her ability she will also be able to respond to the information her ability sends to her body, given her the appearance of having enhanced agility and much quicker reflexes than what is usual. If she is in a fight with someone for longer periods of time she will also be able to pick up on weaknesses to their physiology such as former injuries. Again, this is entirely subconsciously and might take the form of giving her the impulse to land a blow at a specific part of an opponent’s body.
Limitations:
For Amelia’s ability to work she is reliant on actually giving in to the intuitive “suggestions” her ability sends her. If at any time she freaks out or tries to think or act “rationally” in a way that conflict with her abilities, her power will naturally not be effective. Without letting go of control and allowing the intuitive signal she receive to take over, she will be just as clumsy and uncoordinated as everyone else.
Her ability is also affected by knowledge. While her power is always active it will be more precise depending on how many factors are known. If Amy walks into a situation with no knowledge at all, she will still often make correct guesses, but if she is aware of different aspects of that situation, her power will become much more precise.
Side-effects:
- Headaches
- Paranoia
- Makes her become overly cautious and hesitate to make choices.
Play By: Darla Baker
The Details
Hair Color: Amy’s hair color changes with the seasons. During the winter months it is a dark brown nuance that almost boarders to black, while in the summer the sunlight pales it to a warmer, almost auburn shade. It is always a little messy and sometimes curly. In length, it reaches to about her mid-back. She usually wears it in a pony tail to avoid getting it in her eyes. Lately she has been toying with the idea of getting it cut or colored, but so far that has been too big a change to actually go through with.
Eye Color:Green/blue in color
Any Piercings? Both her ears are pierced, but nothing else.
Any Tattoos? None.
Any Scars?A thin scar stretches across her right knee, left after a fall during a dancing lesson when she was twelve.
General Appearance:
On first glance Amelia Blane looks like a poster girl for an American small town sweet heart. She isn’t the first girl you would notice in a crowd, but she has a nice smile and has often been told she is pretty. This description sometimes bothers her, not so much due to the compliment, but because she finds it to be boring, safe and predictable. At times she wishes she had the guts to make her appearance bolder, so that it would actually say something about her personality, but she has never dared to go through with it.
In build Amy is fairly petite and slender. Her completion is generally rather pale, and although she tries to tan in the summers, she usually only succeeds in burning herself. She’s 5’5 feet tall and weight in at around 125 lbs, making her one of the shortest girls in her class. She has long since stopped hoping for a sudden growth spurt, seeing as both of her parents are fairly short as well.
The only thing that sets Amelia’s appearance apart from most girls her age is her body language. Whenever she moves without thinking, her motions become unusually graceful, almost as if her joints aren’t properly strung together. This only a happen on rare occasions, however, and mostly in connection to her dancing lessons.
Amelia is also the kind of person who wears her emotions on her sleeve, or rather on her face. Usually a person can tell what mood Amy is in after a matter of minutes in the same room as her. Her default expression is one of thoughtful seriousness.
Personality: More than anything else, Amelia Blane is a perfectionist. Nobody is harder on her than she is herself. Being an only child she has always measured herself after a standard that is never quite reachable. Even as a young child Amy was serious, quiet and conscientious. She tries to the best of her abilities to get everything just right, whether this is in regards to academics, her dancing or the expectations from her family.
Amelia’s biggest problem is also her strongest personality trait. She’s extremely thoughtful, and can’t help but to mull questions over in her head. If something doesn’t make sense to her, or if she cannot understand the reason behind the action of someone else, she has trouble with pushing it aside and accepting it to be right. Feeling like she isn’t in control of herself or her surroundings is one of the things Amy hates the most. As a side-effect of this she is also very organized. Amelia has a way of seeing patterns in the world around her, and works very well with tasks that require a clear head and an ability to separate what is merely important from what is essential.
When it comes to his friends Amy has always been fiercely loyal. The people she truly cares about she will go to great lengths to keep safe and happy. Socially speaking she sometimes comes off as being slightly introverted and uncomfortable, but this is a barrier that mostly dissipates once she gets to know someone properly. With those she feels she can trust Amelia can be a real chatterbox, and she’s not above playing pranks or jokes on her friends. In the occasions when she just hangs out with people she can rely on, Amy becomes a more relaxed and cheerful person than she is normally.
In general, however, she has a sarcastic and dark humor. Sometimes certain people find this offensive, but Amy rarely means any ill-intent. Most of the time her jokes or sarcastic remarks are aimed towards herself rather than other people in any case.
Your Vices
overly cautious, too high demands, a need for control, high-strung
overly cautious, too high demands, a need for control, high-strung
Likes:
+ To dance: “Makes me feel weightless.”
+ Coffee: “You won’t want to meet me before I’ve had at least one cup.”
+ Overcoming challenges: “Is one of the best feelings I know of.”
+ Singing: “Only in the shower, and if you tell anyone I shall personally have to hunt you down and kill you.”
+ Reading: “Boring, I know. But at least I prefer fiction to non-fiction.”
+ To feel like she’s in control: “Even though that hardly ever happens.”
+ Ice cream: “My favorite is pistachio, but I’ll settle for almost anything as long as it’s creamy, sweet and cold.”
+ Summer: “Sun, vacation and long nights. What’s not to love?”
+ Friends: “I suppose that sounds kind of like a cliché, but I’d do anything for my friends.”
+ Being challenged: “For God’s sake don’t tell the teachers at school that though, they’d take that as a sign I need more to do.”
Dislikes:
- Arrogance: “People who think they’re better than those around them usually aren’t.”
- Immaturity: “Act your age. Appearing like a five year old is just not cute. Ever.”
- Broccoli: ”Should be counted as cruel and unusual punishment.”
- Rain: “No special reason. Just makes me depressed.”
- Being wrong/loosing an argument: “Tends really tend to leave me cranky. Just so you’re warned.”
- Mondays: “Things always happens on Mondays.”
- Things she doesn’t understand: “Tends to drive me insane.”
- Drawing/painting: “The most I can do are stick men. I don’t have an artistic bone in my body except when it comes to dancing.”
- Being treated like a child: “And don’t answer that by saying that I am one.”
- Dogs: “Are big, drool and unpredictable.”
Strengths:
1. Resolute: Amelia can be very determined. Once she makes up her mind about something she will go to great lengths to see it through.
2. Observant: Not being the most talkative girl around can sometimes be an advantage, as it gives you plenty of opportunity to observe those around you. Combine this with Amelia’s metahuman ability, and you’ve got yourself a very observant girl.
3. Loyal: To those she loves Amy is a rock.
Weaknesses:
1. Letting go of control: Maybe this is an affect of being an only child, or maybe it’s just her general personality. In either case Amy has rather big problems with not being in control of herself or her surroundings.
2. Stubborn: If she’s made up her mind it takes a lot to get her to change her opinion.
3. Insecure: Amy sometimes has trouble trusting her own abilities and being satisfied with herself.
Fears:
Amelia has been slightly claustrophobic for as long as she can remember. There is no big reason for this, nothing traumatic in her past or something like that, she simply dislikes closed spaces.
Secret:
Up until recently Amy was the only one suspecting that something wasn’t quite right with her. These days that secret is out in the open, however, and she’d do anything to change that fact.
Family Ties
Father: William Blane (45), architect
Mother:Cecilia Anne Blane (neè Hart) (38), high school teacher
Siblings: None
Any Other Important People:Her cat Watson.
History
Amelia was born in Deerfield, Illinois on the 5th of June 1995. Her parents had been trying to conceive a child for years, and had almost given up hope when Cecilia finally became pregnant with Amy. The pregnancy was not without complications, however, so out of concerns for Cecilia’s health the couple decided not to have any more children after Amy was born. As such she was given the full love and attention of both her parents.
Amy’s childhood was nothing exceptional in itself. She grew up in the same town she had been born in, in a quiet neighborhood with quiet neighbors. Both of her parents worked, but still managed to take time off for their daughter. At an early age Amy began dancing with her mother, who taught beginner classes in ballet at the local high school where she worked. Soon Amelia had exceeded the level her mother was teaching, however, and was enlisted with better tutors at higher levels.
Aside from her talent in dancing, few things set Amelia apart from her peers. She did well in school, particularly subjects such as math and natural science and made friends fairly easy. At the age of 11 she won a regional dancing competition much to the pride and joy of her parents.
As the years passed by, Amelia started to notice she was changing, even though no one else did. She found herself increasingly being able to intuitively know the answer to complicated math questions without actually consciously solving them on paper. More and more she became able to guess outcomes of things happening around her before they happened. Being a fundamentally rational and logical person, she suppressed these notions to the best of her ability.
Only when it came to her dancing lessons did she let go and allowed herself to listen without inhibitions to the signals her subconscious sent out. Her performance gradually improved and became more impulsive and creative. The year she turned fourteen she won several smaller state tournaments, but found increasingly less time to compete as her school work became more difficult and serious.
If her power had been of a different kind, she would probably have been noticed much earlier than she was. If her life had been a different one, the same might have been true. As it were the only thing changing in Amy’s life as she hit puberty was the fact that she seemed to become a little more lucky and a lot better at dancing. Nothing that couldn’t be explained by a normal teenager’s development.
The year she turned fifteen, however, life as she knew it ended for Amelia Blane. She was on her way home from a dancing lesson when she unwittingly ended up in the crossfire between robbers and the police. Despite the fact that several shots were fired with Amelia positioned directly in the middle of the two groups, not a single one hit her.
Personally she claims not to remember any of what happened, but one of the police officer on scene said that the girl moved in an unreal manner, twisting her body aside from the shots mere fraction of seconds before they should have hit her. A couple of days later the family Blane received a letter from Hammel Institute.
Amelia took the idea of being sent away very hard, seeing it as her parents rejecting her due to her abnormality. She also denies having any of the powers she has been accused of having, calling the incident with the shooting a freak accident. She strongly dislikes the idea of having to leave her home.
NOTE: If any of the recruiters or teachers would be up for it I would love to rp Amelia being picked up and brought to the Institute. If not I can modify her background and place her there already.
Roleplay Example
(Post from a previous rp-site I was on. It’s a bit longer than what I usually write).
A week had dragged by without anything happening. Had James Sanders been a lesser man he could perhaps have made himself forget the dreamlike visit of London's night time phantom. But each morning that he got up from his bed his eyes fell on the shaft of the dagger out on his balcony. It mocked him with its presence, teased him, and more than anything else it reminded him of his dangerous and exposed situation.
His life continued pretty much as it had before the thief had broken into his life and shook his sense of reality; of invulnerability. In the mornings he would tend to his different business ventures, both those that were out in the open and those hidden in the shadows of a carefully spun web of lies and deceptions. Sometimes he wondered if he should stop his business of selling weapons to Britain's declared enemy of the moment, but he brushed these worries away. His secrete was already in the hands of another, and should it be revealed then his destiny was already sealed, no matter the quantity of his crime.
In the evenings he would go out, despite the fact that the extravagant dinner parties and festivities of the upper classes bothered him more than ever before. He would find himself scanning the faces of his so called equals, wondering if they too were at the mercy of the unknown intruder, and what secrets they were hiding deep inside their black and pitiful hearts. Never before had he felt so helpless and defenseless. Sometimes he would realize that he had been watching laughing people moving around out on some lavish dance floor, half expecting to see dark eyes staring back at him from the faceless crowd.
But nothing happened.
He did hear of his tormentor however. News of burglaries and daringly accomplished thefts would reach him through various cannels, and he could not help but to feel a small twitch of admiration for the rugged man that had broken into his house. For there was no doubt in his heart when it came to who held the responsibility for these actions. The streets were still simmering with the rumors of phantoms and demons, using black magic to conjure their ways into the households of the rich, stealing from under the pillows of sleeping aristocrats. In his mind James found himself thinking that they were not that far off.
In the end however, no amount of magic would save the man that had broken down his defenses in such an insolate way. Sooner or later everyone slipped up, and James was determined to be around when his extortionist did, ready the break his fall with a loop-noose around his neck.
Unfortunately his efforts of pinning down the identity of the man had so far been fruitless. He had followed the breadcrumbs of the man's nightly adventures to a colorful ensemble of the city's more dodgy entrepreneurs, but each time it seemed as though he was about to get a solid lead on the thief's identity or whereabouts it would slip away from his fingers like water between his hands. This did not dissuade him. Rather it spurned him on to work harder in his mission to catch the unknown. In a city that did not sleep there was always someone watching. He just hadn't found the right eyes yet.
By the middle of the next week however, the problem itself came knocking on his door.
Literarily.
James Sanders had always known that the impertinent man would come back sooner or later; he had too much of an advantage over him to simply let it go, but somehow he had subconsciously assumed that their reunion would occur at night. It was a stupid notion, the final evidence he thought, that he was somehow losing his touch. He was falling for the same myths and fantasies as the uneducated crowds of the streets. The stories of a demon.
Even so he was well on his way to reprimand the maid that entered his dining room and announced the arrival of a Mister Cevalier. However he managed to stop his angry remarks before they were ever uttered out loud and his normal relaxed expression turned into a preoccupied frown.
“Russel Cevalier?”he said thoughtfully, as though tasting the unknown name. It was highly unlikely that it was more than anything else he had found out concerning the man. Only smoke and mirrors.
The maid was still bobbing before him, and having picked up on her master's strange mood she seemed very nervous indeed. It was hardly more than a week ago since James Sanders had fired one of the guards without bothering with an explanation, and she had no desire to follow in his steps.
“That was alright Sir? I mean, he was ever so polite, and he told me he was a friend of yours?”
In distress the girl was repeating herself, but James' lips curled up in the semblance of a smile without answering the hesitant question at the end of her sentence. Polite? Somehow he had rather big problems to make this image fit with the Russel Cevalier that he had met.
Rising from his seat curiosity drove him through the rooms of his mansion, finally leading him through a straight hallway and into the foyer. His maid followed closely behind him, nervousness still radiating off her.
As he entered the room his eyes widened in surprise. Before him stood the very image of a gentleman, albeit slightly marred by a leering smirk on his otherwise handsome face. It took James a couple of seconds to transfer the man's appearances back into the rugged and slightly filthy thief that had been standing in his bedroom over a week ago. He shuddered at the realization that he could probably have passed this man on some of his nightly festivities and been none the wiser. Maybe he had?
Remembering his manners, and the fact that he was still watched by the maid (accompanied with the clear knowledge that no one gossiped as much as servants), he strode across the floor with a radiant smile on his face that by no means reached his clear blue eyes.
“Russel dear friend, it's been far too long.”
Coming closer he could not help but to notice that no matter how much the man's appearance might have changed otherwise, his eyes was still as cold and dangerous as when they had first met. He fought down an urge to call out for the guards and have the man forcefully removed from his property. Instead he turned towards the maid. It annoyed him to realize how much he disliked exposing his back to the other man.
“Mister Cevalier and I will retreat to my study. We have a lot of catching up to do, and I will not tolerate any disturbances.”
And with that he turned around and walked off in the direction of his office without waiting to see if the other man would follow. Perhaps it was a childish impulse. A need to somehow show that was still in control of his own life. On the other hand it was not as though the man needed guidance to find the room, seeing as he had already been there, although that had been without an invitation.
What About You?
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Name: Mshana.
Age: 22 years old.
Experience: Couple of years now.
How Did You Find Us? the amazing google
Ready To Play? YEAH! Looking forward to it ;D! And just let me know if any changes are needed.
