November Adams
Mar 27, 2010 14:49:12 GMT -5
Post by November Adams on Mar 27, 2010 14:49:12 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: November Gail Adams
Nicknames: Ember
Age: 17
Orientation: Bisexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Time Control - November can slow time down, or speed it up. She hasn't every had the ability to fully stop time, but has come very close to it. She gets powerful headaches when she uses this power for long periods of time, and has pretty constant shakes and twitches in result of her ability.
Play By: Ellen Page
The Details
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Any Piercings? Two in each ear, one industrial in her left ear.
Any Tattoos? None
Any Scars? Various scars on her upper arms and lower back
General Appearance: November doesn't like to stand out too much, and dresses to accentuate this - her clothes are generally pretty bleak looking; faded jeans, vintage t-shirts, gray sweatshirts, worn down Converses. Her hair isn't done to any special style, usually just hanging in her face or pulled back in a pony tail. She wears cover up and eyeliner, but not enough to really make people look at her. She stands at only 5'5", weighing in at 113 pounds. Her skin is pale, her face dotted with tiny freckles that only added to her baby face-features. She thinks she looks like a six year old most of the time, which kind of bothers her to be honest, prompting her to actually wear the little bit of makeup she does in an attempt to make herself look older.
Personality: November is a quiet kind of person, with a bit of paranoia sprinkled in. She's kindhearted, and easily manipulated, but not quick to trust. Generally nice to everyone she meets, but has a cautious side of herself that causes her to not have many close friends. She can be jumpy and easily startled, and usually avoids events with lots of people. She's shy and not very talkative, usually preferring to keep to herself with a good book rather than do extra curricular activities like some of her mates. She does well in school, usually in the top percent of her class, and works hard to try and master her power. She has a certain nobility about herself, foolishly putting herself in harms way on multiple occasions to help those around her.
Your Vices
Likes: Classic literature, candy, comfy sweatshirts, bonfires, guitars, pasta, her stuffed octopus, children, her 1960 VW van, road trips, making brownies, soda out of glass bottles, big dogs, Death Cab for Cutie, Star Wars, the beach, pocket watches.
Dislikes: Large groups of people, alarm clocks, too-deep water, her scars, when people get hurt, doing badly on tests, people who talk too loudly, nightmares, frilly things, paper cuts, jingling spare change, bad literature.
Strengths: Working with children, academics, playing the guitar, comforting people, running.
Weaknesses: Standing up to people, not crying when other people are, uncontrollable shaking, fear of falling, night terrors.
Fears: Her dreams, car crashes, losing the people she cares about, deep pools, accidentally shifting to a completely different time period.
Secret: She's actually quite perverted, but doesn't express it.
Family Ties
Father: Richard Dorian Adams
Mother: Caitlin O'Leary-Adams
Siblings: Galen Ann Adams
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History
In 1989, two young college-goers met in Dublin, Ireland. One was working as a waitress in a restaurant when she accidentally spilled beer over a cute American boy, visiting for the semester. Soon they got to talking, and after much persuasion on Richard's behalf, Caitlin finally agreed to go out with him. Neither of them thought the relationship would last, seeing as they only had a few months before Richard had to return to his school in Pennsylvania and Caitlin would continue her life there in Ireland. But what neither was expecting was to find such comfort in each other, and before the semester was over, Richard had proposed. Friends and family were shocked by this, again calling that their relationship would never last, that they would never get married. But they were wedded that summer, Caitlin at the age of twenty and Richard twenty three. Their relationship was long distance until Caitlin finished her hospitality degree in 1991, and moved to Pennsylvania almost immediately. Richard was still in college, getting his PhD in Literature, but that didn't stop them from renting an apartment and moving in together. Only a year later, Caitlin discovered she was pregnant, and thus November was born in the midst of Autumn leaves.
Richard and Caitlin upgraded to a small suburban home in an average neighborhood, and never once regretted November's birth. She brought joy to them both, a happy child with a big smile and sunshiny attitude. November was always happy in school, keeping good friends throughout her elementary and middle school years. She was immersed in art programs and track&field, all around a social person. When November was ten years old, she got the news that she would have a younger sibling. At first she was a bit skeptical, it being kind of weird for her to get a younger sibling while being so much older already, but soon enjoyed the idea of having a mini-her around. Galen was born in August, and she received her younger sister who had her mother's red hair and father's brown eyes, just like hers. Her sister was just as bubbly as she was, energetic as ever, and November soon took such a liking to her that she acted much like a mother already.
When November hit age twelve, something seemed to shift about her. Not only was she growing up and developing into her newfound features, but she noted a small occurrence that happened every once and a while. Sometimes when she was just sitting there, at home, or in class, or even just laying in her room, she would feel the world slow. People moved like molasses, the clock ticked in minutes, not seconds, and only she seemed to move normally. Convinced she was only imagining things, November soon got used to these small things that would only happen on occasion. It wasn't much to worry about, only concerned about the small twitches that ran through her hands and lack of sleep. She was diagnosed with insomnia later that year.
With time moving quickly, November soon entered high school with her friends, prepared for another adventure. Ever since she had noticed the small time warps, she had become a bit more cautious about her surroundings, a little more introverted. This cost her a few friends, which made November upset, but at the same time blame the weird time warps for her problems, beginning to feel a hatred toward the strange experience whenever it happened. After a few months, she settled down again, and was content with her small friend group.
Summer of 2008, November had received a red, 1960 VW van for her birthday in which she spent much time fretting over. She loved the van, and taking long road trips with just herself and a few friends. It was the early afternoon, she was driving down the highway with her now seven year old sister in the back, as she had just picked her up from summer camp. She was spacing out, only sort of listening to her talkative sister who was going on and on about something about origami. November was wrenched from her thoughts as the undeniable sound of screeching of tires filled the air. She could only watch as the sixteen-wheeler's tire blew out less than half a mile in front of her, cars turned and twisted, trying to avoid the truck as the driver desperately tried to keep the heavy vehicle straight. The truck flipped onto its side, cars unable to avoid the huge mass blocking the road, piling over themselves. November breathed in, watching the site as it slowed down in front of her - shrapnel moved at the speed of lazy ladybugs, fire that looked as though it was going to burst out of cars any second only moved a fraction of an inch. With shaky hands, November unbuckled her seatbelt, twisting to propel herself in the backseat, curling herself over her sister's small body as time jump started again. The van was totaled, along with sixteen other cars that day. Both November and Galen survived, the younger with only mild injuries to the head, the elder spending three days in the hospital for blood loss. It was then when November decided she needed to learn how to control her power.
Roleplay Example
November let out a short sigh as she pushed her hair out of her eyes for the umpteenth time that hour, idly scanning the words on the book in front of her, not drinking them in with her usual enthusiasm for old leatherbounds. A queasiness was in her stomach, and had been for the last hour, ever since she had gotten home from the hospital, and told her parents the truth. Of what had happened that day, and what she wanted to do about it. She let out another huff of aggravation, rereading the same sentence, mind lingering elsewhere. There was a tentative knock on her bedroom door, she looked up at the Phantom of the Opera poster, quietly approving entrance. Her mother stood at the door, her eyes looked tired. More tired than they had ever before - it really must have been hard for her. The crash had nearly cost her both her daughters lives, and now her eldest wanted to leave and go to some bizarre school in Vermont that could "help" her with her "ability"?
Yeah, that probably wasn't so easy to take in. The brunette sat up a little, resting her elbows on her knees as she studied her mother.
"So... You really wanna do this, eh?" Her Irish accent had been lost a little throughout the past twenty or so years of being in America, but it was still evident in her words. November nodded soundlessly, resisting the urge to itch the bandaged arm where her skin was healing slowly.
"And you really think you have this... ability?" Her mother spoke with uncertainty, making an odd face at her daughter.
Letting out a short sigh, November stood up and placed a hand on her mother's shoulder, "Yeah, mum... I don't think... that Galen or I would be here right now without it." She said in a quiet, even tone, trying to hide the little hitch threatening to break in her voice.
Her mother's blue eyes seemed to fog over a little, the mere though of her daughters being dead enough to bring tears to her eyes. With a defeated sigh, she gingerly wrapped her arms around her daughter in a hug, trying desperately to avoid the bandages scattered over her from the accident, "I'm gonna miss you. So much." Her mom sniffed into her shoulder. November could only sigh in agreement.
What About You?
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Name: Amanda//Manda
Age: 19
Experience: About three years I believe.
How Did You Find Us? Tony was a jerk and tempted me with this site.
Ready To Play? Quite so.
