Willow Kovacs
Apr 4, 2010 16:25:08 GMT -5
Post by Willow Kovacs on Apr 4, 2010 16:25:08 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Willow Altheda Kovacs
Nicknames: Willow - never call her Willy.
Age: 26
Orientation: Bi-curious? (this keeps changing, sorry Tony)
Desired Rank/Job: Recruiter
Powers: Shape-shifting into a reptilian humanoid - by shifting she will gain full-body scales, a tail, claws, sharpened teeth/elongated jaw and forked tongue. Ability includes heightened senses and agility; and all around intimidation. Downsides include fatigue, easily cracked skin, low body temperature and back and jaw pains.
Play By: Morena Baccarin
The Details
Hair Color: Dark brown/black
Eye Color: Brown
Any Piercings? Two in each ear
Any Tattoos? None
Any Scars? A few here and there from obscure occurrences.
General Appearance: Willow's heritage includes Greek and Afghan, making her skin an odd mixture of pale and dark. She takes good care of her body, her skin is smooth and flawless, vacant of any blemishes or indents that may pass in her skin. Her body is a healthy sort of thin, with toned muscles that aren't disturbingly large, but still there. Her waist is small and her limbs are long, but not an awkward sort of length, but rather proportioned.
Her facial features are angled and sharp, with drawn eyebrows that give her a mischievous sort of look most of the time. She holds a knowing smirk on her face a lot, but it can turn to a frightful scowl in a matter of seconds. She wears her hair short and smooth, showing off her slightly pointed ears and long neck. Her clothing style generally leans toward the business casual, going more for slacks than for jeans most of the time. She's partial to the colour gray, and wears it quite often. It's very rare to find her in lightly coloured spring clothing, and generally goes for darker shades rather than light.
Personality: Willow has always had a, "I'm better than you and I know it." sort of likeliness about herself. She's prideful, and even a bit snide sometimes. Sarcasm and snarky comments tumble from her lips quite often when she speaks, especially to new recruits. It's not that they did anything wrong - she just really doesn't care that much about other people. She never got the motherly gene, and has never actually really liked kids. Teenagers can be okay, but children Willow really just tries to avoid. She likes to be right, and can get into pretty heated debates over the simplest of things to prove her correctness.
She's not incredibly social as a person, usually feeling that she's too good to waste her time on silly things like parties. But secretly it has bothered her before when she's not invited to something. Willow doesn't like uneducated people, or people who ask too many stupid questions. Which is why being a recruiter probably wasn't the best occupation choice for her.
All around, she isn't a bad person. Just a bit haughty and arrogant. In the end, she will save you if you're in trouble. But that doesn't mean she won't call you a bumbling fool afterward.
Your Vices
Likes: Books, reptiles, vegan food, languages, intellectuals, rainy days, vodka, puzzles, sewing, shopping, older films, cooking, tennis, Italy.
Dislikes: Stupid people, children under the age of 12, bright/neon colours, birds, overly sweet desserts, being incorrect, Disney movies, obnoxious music, arrogant teenagers.
Strengths: Debating, sports, answering questions (stupid or not), speaking multiple languages, cooking
Weaknesses: Socializing with children, keeping her cool when talking to uneducated adults, sympathy, doing the things she really wants to do.
Fears: Rabid animals, dying alone.
Secret: She's insecure about having companions. She used to be afraid of snakes.
Family Ties
Father: Assef Kovacs
Mother: Melantha Galanos-Kovacs
Siblings: Neveah Ajax Kovacs, Jupiter Hamon Kovacs, Terra Nestor Kovacs
Any Other Important People:N/A
History
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The summer of 1982 was a hot one - the age of the hippies was dead or dying, but a few "peace & love" enthusiasts were still scattered around obscurely across the United States. In a trailer park in Southern California, a young man lived with his parents and two siblings. His mother was Afghani and his father was the average American man, of European decent, maybe Russian by the last name. It was one of the things no one in the family chose to think about. The young man was named Assef, by his mother, and at this point was nearly 19. The family wasn't wealthy in the least, but they were happy. Their home was filled with love and the openness that one would expect from a peace-loving family. In that summer, Assef had begun to work in the nearby town at a diner, as a chef. The days were long and hot, but everyone there was nice and homely. Life was good, and about to get better.
In the middle of scalding hot July, Assef first laid eyes on Melantha Galanos, a Greek immigrant brought to the United States with her single-mother to find a better education. Attending school at the local community college, she had stopped at a small dinner to grab a bite to eat before classes. Assef looked over the counter to see the lovely 18 year old with a million dollar smile. He fell in love with her at first sight. After twenty minutes of mustering up the ability to speak to her, he approached her table. And ran into a waitress, spilling a pitcher of ice water over himself, the waitress and Melantha. That was their first meeting, and lucky to both of their lighthearted attitudes, not only laughed off the accident, but also hit it off almost immediately. They began dating a few weeks later.
After dating for a little under a year, Melantha was shocked to discover her pregnancy. She was still in school, getting her journalism degree and her boyfriend was still a cook at the local diner. There was no way they could handle a child. But when she told Assef, he seemed right-out enthusiastic about the situation. He was going to be a father! Melantha decided to keep the child, and they were married two months after the birth of their first child - Willow. Moving into a trailer near to the home of Assef's family, Willow was raised in the hippie community with her grandparents and aunts, surrounded by friendly adults and children alike. But Willow was never as social as her parents had hoped her to be - she practically disappeared for hours on end at the library, not returning until she had read at least one book all the way through. So it wasn't much of a surprise that in school, she was discovered to be advanced. She skipped a grade, but the young girl still complained that the children in her class were foolish and didn't know anything. Her parents found this disturbing, telling her not to judge or insult others. She responded with hostile words, but begrudgingly stayed in the same grade to pass with flying colours.
By the time Willow entered middle school, she had three younger siblings, all of which kept their parents hippie mentality. Willow felt like the black sheep, choosing not to keep up with her family, and rather isolate herself as much as possible. Though on the exterior, she acted as though she was so much better than those around her. But truthfully, she felt there was something defective. She didn't act like her parents, nor was she joyful and upbeat like her siblings. Willow buried herself in school work, staying at the top of her class all through middle school. At age thirteen, the young teen began to experience severely dry skin. It would crack with the simplest of forces, and bled easily. Taken to the doctors, they believed that she just must have genetic dry skin, though there weren't traces of it in her immediate family. Satisfied with this, her parents used lotions and creams and other things of such sorts to keep her skin moisturized and less dry. But only a month after this, she began to complain of lower back pain, and doctors discovered an unusually low body temperature. All of which was unexplainable, baffling her family and medical experts alike.
Given pain killers and put under observation, Willow tried to remain calm. The situation was scaring her, the pain was becoming unbearable. Like something was trying to push its way from her back. In the early hours of the morning, Willow awoke with a start, and agonizingly shifted into her secondary form for the first time. A recruiter was there within the hour, and pushing through the awestruck nurses he explained to Willow and her parents what had just happened. That same day, the teen was whisked off to Hammel in hopes to learn how to control this power. She still never figured out what he told the nurses to cover up what had happened.
At Hammel, Willow kept mainly the same composure. She was introverted, and read nearly every book in the library by her senior year of high school. She didn't have many friends, and actually got fed up with her roommates and classmates within a few weeks for their lack of understanding. But really most of that frustration was directed toward herself - her ability was painful, and it still scared her every time she tried to transform. It was agonizing and bothersome, and she just wanted it to go away and to never have to do it again. But after much deliberation, Willow began to think of the training courses as another class, and became headstrong toward the ability, setting out to master the reptilian transformation. She wanted to be the best, to prove that she was better than those around her. It took three years to get it right; to transform fully from a human to a reptilian then back to human. The last remaining year of school, she worked on her other skills that came with the ability. Mastering the quick speeds and heightened senses that came with her scaly form, Willow graduated top of her class in both grades and ability comprehension. She also graduated with only two people she could consider her friends and lost contact with them soon after they left the mountains.
Willow went to a university in California, working in a cafe to pay her school expenses. She studied Linguistics and Psychology, for lack of anything else that particularly peaked her interests. Without much anything else to do, Willow decided to return to the Hammel Institute, feeling it was one of the only hopes for her to ever fit in. She keeps up with her family, sending letters back and forth with them, but at the same time is afraid to approach them because of their lack of common ground. Now Willow has been working at HI for five years, and still has hardly any companions to speak of.
Roleplay Example
"...and the campus is in the mountains, so it's mostly cool year around. I suggest you pack jackets. It snows in the winter." As if that wasn't obvious enough rang in her head. A light twitch went through her arched eyebrow as she studied the preteen in front of her. Twelve years old, and just discovered the ability to turn invisible. Offhandedly, Willow wondered what it'd be like to be completely invisible. And then her mind switched to wondering if this student would be a prankster. She'd keep her eye on the girl.
Snapped from her thoughts as the girl's skittish mother, cradling an infant in her arms, questioned the teachers on campus. A perfectly reasonable question - but she had heard it so many times, answering had come to feeling like a CD on repeat. Answering, she flattered the teachers really. Saying they were open and kind, and patient with the students. They would work with them to help master the abilities, and were always open to private sessions. Regular school classes were considered some of the best in the state, with generally okay-sized classes, and teachers willing for one-on-one time with the students for tutoring. Blah, blah, blah, blah... It was getting nauseating, and honestly Willow just wanted to get back to the school, and back to the new stack of books she had gotten from the store in town. But it would take at least three days here, especially with this sort of parent.
Some parents practically tossed their children at her. Others, like this one, hung onto their child, nervous and afraid of what would happen to their precious child at boarding school. Willow kept the smile on her face, but in her mind she remembered her parents split second of hesitance, then almost eagerness to get her to go to the Institute. Honestly she couldn't blame them; she was in a lot of pain, and he said he could help. Which he did.
Willow nodded at some of the words tumbling from the mother's lips, answering questions, giving a light tone of reassurance and she girl seemed to look at her with adoration. Well that was sweet.
Too bad they were in Vancouver. Hello six hour plane ride with obscure, unfamiliar child.
What About You?
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Name: Manda!
Age: 19
Experience: Roughly three years
How Did You Find Us? Tonyyy.
Ready To Play? Yes, of course.
