Post by doreyg on Oct 25, 2008 6:34:15 GMT -8
Name: Coraline Berith (Cora)
Age( and age they look like if you please): 16
Birthday and/or Zodiac Sign: 31st December 1992 (11:59PM if anybody wants to be precise)/Capricorn
Species: Lost witch/Old power
Height: 5’6
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark brown
Brief Look Description: Cora has long black hair which is naturally curly and falls halfway down her back, she’s never bothered to cut it but when it gets too long…. Well let’s just say it never gets to that point, in the morning Cora wakes up with shorter hair, that’s it.
She’s in good shape, long arms, long legs… In fact her most remarkable feature is her eyes.
Her eyes… Broken and dreamy, scared and terrified… Her eyes are the eyes of death.
Which is kind of convenient really…
Personality: Dreamy, babbles a lot, soft… And completely insane.
She giggles randomly, tells random people their deaths, kills who she pleases and has managed to escape from every restraint to date.
She isn’t malevolent, not really… She’s just been driven insane by the fact that everybody around her seems to die really easily… And horribly, usually it’s horribly.
Don’t worry; she’s always been a bit like that.
Short Bio: In her old life she was a traveller, and wherever she came the grass shrivelled beneath her feet, the birds dropped from the trees and babies hearts stilled in their mothers wombs, signs were made against her, people hunted her… But all came to nothing, nothing can chain Death after all, it is final for everybody.
Sometimes she travelled with cousin life, and then the babies hearts restarted, the birds were only stunned and followers sprung from the dead grass… But usually she travelled alone, until eventually she grew tired and lay down in a field and stopped her own weak heart.
And so there was peace and death continued as usual… Until in 1992 a cold child was born in a hospital in Maine, her mother despite every medical marvel around her died in childbirth… her father followed a week after in a freak car crash.
From then Cora was shunted around, both of her grandfathers died from heart attacks, her grandmothers respectively faded away or were stabbed in the night, her aunt miscarried her first child and slit her wrists two months later and as for her uncles…
By 14 Cora was all alone in the world, no close relatives, and no distant ones who would take her.
So the night her cousin died in bed she walked out of his house and has been wandering ever since… And where she comes death follows.
And now she has come to Vegas and is hoping for once that her powers will behave themselves, especially among all the uncanny and the undead,
Social Connections: Probably all the other old powers, once she gets around to meeting them.
Model (the person you will use to portray your character): Summer Glau
Optional Info-
Likes: Cemeteries, meat, blood, ice, December and shadows.
Dislikes: Maternity wards, flowers, pollen, farms, sunny days and vaccines.
Quotes: -A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.
-Death? Why this fuss about death. Use your imagination; try to visualize a world without death! ... Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.
-Thus that which is the most awful of evils, death, is nothing to us, since when we exist there is no death, and when there is death we do not exist.
Anything else you'd like to add:
Old powery things:
She’s death, and a little out of control about it.
She can see if a person’s death is close, she’s completely infertile… And because she has little control over her powers things die more quickly around her, life expectancies are reduced, those that would have pulled through do not and miscarriages happen more easily.
Try not to get her mad, when she gets slightly irritated bugs start dropping from the sky, when she gets slightly mad birds fall and flowers start to wilt And as for when she gets extremely mad… pregnant woman miscarriage immediately, trees start to wither, birds drop from the sky, healthy people fall ill, unhealthy people almost reach the point of death… And if she gets mad enough… Well she can easily kill the person getting her mad in any number of interesting ways, just with the bat of a eyelid.
Don’t get her mad.
Age( and age they look like if you please): 16
Birthday and/or Zodiac Sign: 31st December 1992 (11:59PM if anybody wants to be precise)/Capricorn
Species: Lost witch/Old power
Height: 5’6
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark brown
Brief Look Description: Cora has long black hair which is naturally curly and falls halfway down her back, she’s never bothered to cut it but when it gets too long…. Well let’s just say it never gets to that point, in the morning Cora wakes up with shorter hair, that’s it.
She’s in good shape, long arms, long legs… In fact her most remarkable feature is her eyes.
Her eyes… Broken and dreamy, scared and terrified… Her eyes are the eyes of death.
Which is kind of convenient really…
Personality: Dreamy, babbles a lot, soft… And completely insane.
She giggles randomly, tells random people their deaths, kills who she pleases and has managed to escape from every restraint to date.
She isn’t malevolent, not really… She’s just been driven insane by the fact that everybody around her seems to die really easily… And horribly, usually it’s horribly.
Don’t worry; she’s always been a bit like that.
Short Bio: In her old life she was a traveller, and wherever she came the grass shrivelled beneath her feet, the birds dropped from the trees and babies hearts stilled in their mothers wombs, signs were made against her, people hunted her… But all came to nothing, nothing can chain Death after all, it is final for everybody.
Sometimes she travelled with cousin life, and then the babies hearts restarted, the birds were only stunned and followers sprung from the dead grass… But usually she travelled alone, until eventually she grew tired and lay down in a field and stopped her own weak heart.
And so there was peace and death continued as usual… Until in 1992 a cold child was born in a hospital in Maine, her mother despite every medical marvel around her died in childbirth… her father followed a week after in a freak car crash.
From then Cora was shunted around, both of her grandfathers died from heart attacks, her grandmothers respectively faded away or were stabbed in the night, her aunt miscarried her first child and slit her wrists two months later and as for her uncles…
By 14 Cora was all alone in the world, no close relatives, and no distant ones who would take her.
So the night her cousin died in bed she walked out of his house and has been wandering ever since… And where she comes death follows.
And now she has come to Vegas and is hoping for once that her powers will behave themselves, especially among all the uncanny and the undead,
Social Connections: Probably all the other old powers, once she gets around to meeting them.
Model (the person you will use to portray your character): Summer Glau
Optional Info-
Likes: Cemeteries, meat, blood, ice, December and shadows.
Dislikes: Maternity wards, flowers, pollen, farms, sunny days and vaccines.
Quotes: -A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.
-Death? Why this fuss about death. Use your imagination; try to visualize a world without death! ... Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.
-Thus that which is the most awful of evils, death, is nothing to us, since when we exist there is no death, and when there is death we do not exist.
Anything else you'd like to add:
Old powery things:
She’s death, and a little out of control about it.
She can see if a person’s death is close, she’s completely infertile… And because she has little control over her powers things die more quickly around her, life expectancies are reduced, those that would have pulled through do not and miscarriages happen more easily.
Try not to get her mad, when she gets slightly irritated bugs start dropping from the sky, when she gets slightly mad birds fall and flowers start to wilt And as for when she gets extremely mad… pregnant woman miscarriage immediately, trees start to wither, birds drop from the sky, healthy people fall ill, unhealthy people almost reach the point of death… And if she gets mad enough… Well she can easily kill the person getting her mad in any number of interesting ways, just with the bat of a eyelid.
Don’t get her mad.
