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• • • [ Jᴀᴄǫᴜᴇʟɪɴᴇ Vɪʟʜᴇʟᴍɪɴᴀ Hᴇʀᴀʟᴅsᴇɴ | H E R A ] • • •do not call me jack, jackie, or jacks. my name is j a c q u e l i n e.
P E R S O N A L I T Y | ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ‘‘ Make no mistake: Jacqueline is an ambitious woman. For her whole life, she's been under the radar, and she hates it. She wants to be the best. She wants to make it far. She wants to shine. And she's going to work until she does.
Jacqueline has a remarkable work ethic — once she sets her mind to something, she's committed. In life, commitment is one of the most important things to Jacqueline. She's seen what happens when people aren't committed, and the results are destructive.
And Jacqueline hates destruction. Because structure, building, connection — that's what gets you places in life. And Jacqueline is willing to cling tight to toxic relationships if it will help her advance to her Big Goal.
What exactly is Jacqueline's Big Goal, you ask? To earn her doctorate. She wants to dedicate her life to history — the foundation of the world, the civilizations that gave birth to the modern ones, the greats and the terribles, the rise and fall of empires. Jacqueline Heraldsen is someone who wants to be great — and what better way is there to learn how than from the greats of the past?
Jacqueline may be set in her ways and stubborn as hell, but she would go to great lengths to help a loved one. She's always cared very deeply, and in many ways, she's a sensitive person. The neglect and emotional abuse from her family has hurt her more than she's willing to admit. She's ambitious because she fears inadequacy so much that she will go to extremes to ensure that she'll meet expectations. She can't bear to disappoint people. While she's independent, she's always needed the affirmation of others. Others who she is loyal to. Because no matter how many times she's hurt, no matter how much she knows it's wrong, she still remains loyal. She knows it, too. She knows that her loyalty to her family and her loved ones is her weakness. And so she tries to hide it. She doesn't want to be Jacqueline Heraldsen, Pathetic Human; she wants to be Jacqueline Heraldsen, Successful Individual. And so she'll keep on putting up that overconfident, self-assured mask.
After all, they say to fake it until you make it.
H I S T O R Y | ɪ'ᴠᴇ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴀʀᴇ‘‘ Having five brothers is difficult; but living with five perfect, brilliant, wonderful, older brothers is impossible. For her entire life, Jacqueline's parents have always adored her brothers, leaving her in the dust. It didn't, of course, help that her mother was absent for most of the life. Estelle always left for her native France due to her “homesickness,” returning only in the winters when hearts were the coldest and Jacqueline's spirit at its lowest.
It should be made known that Heraldsen women have never gotten anywhere. It isn't for lack of intelligence, or ambition, or capability; rather, it is that the Heraldsen men have always dragged them down. For her whole life, Jacqueline has been told that she can't do this, she can't do that, she can't succeed in life: all because she is a girl.
A house is not a home, and the Heraldsen household is certainly not a home. When Jacqueline wasn't being ignored, she was always doing something wrong. Her grades were too low, or she wasn't working hard enough, or she was working too hard. Life becomes downright exhausting when you can't ever do something right.
It never helped that her family (if they could even be considered that) was inescapable. Even at school, Jacqueline was tormented her brothers. Cristophe — the youngest of the five brothers, only a year older than Jacqueline — was the only one who let her be. After all, it wasn't like Jacqueline had a ton of friends anyway. Although she wasn't friendless or anything of the like, it always seemed that she was more committed to her relationships than the other party involved.
Really, though, it wasn't Cristophe — the least terrible brother — who left a large impact on Jacqueline; it was his old best friend, [Zeus]. He could be annoying — positively insufferable at times. But he wasn't mean; no, he was never cruel. And that counts for a lot in Jacqueline's eyes, because anyone could be like her brothers and father. Anyone had the potential. But some choose to not be like that, and that's something that Jacqueline respects.
It took Jacqueline a long time — as in, not until her freshman year of college — to truly acknowledge the fact that her family had been emotionally abusing her for her whole life. And even then, they're her only chance at a future — she's twenty; she can't afford anything on her own. And despite everything — despite holding strong resentment — she still cares deeply about them, and isn't anywhere near being ready to give them up, no matter how much she knows she should.
R E L A T I O N S | ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅɪsᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇ— dick; father
— estelle; mother
— reginald; brother, m. rachael
— frederick; brother, m. elisabeth
— antoine; brother, m. rosemary
— eliott; brother, m. francine
— cristophe; brother
— [zeus]; crush
A B I L I T I E S | sʜᴇ's sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ— atmosphere manipulation; zeus' feminine counterpart, her powers are complementary to his. primarily used to protect those in her favor and as a form of vengeance, as well as self-defense.
— persuasion; primarily used to form alliances. in the myths, hera often enlisted the help of others to achieve her goal, knowing that her power alone was not enough.
C R E D I T | ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɪ ᴀᴍ— template; aubree
— collage; moldiv
— lyrics; rodgers and hammerstein's cinderella (“in my own little corner”), if/then's idina menzel and james snyder (“here i go”), the fray (“over my head”), the script (“superheroes”), taylor swift (“the best day”)
— inspiration; jennaybaby, fiend, paro, chrys
╭•╮ jacqueline vilhelmina heraldsen
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ᴇʀᴍᴀʜɢᴇʀᴅ, ʙʀɪʟʟɪᴀɴᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ!
█║▸ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs :: well, Caramine might not know it, but she's a reincarnated goddess that's just slightly more human than she was before. She never really focused on the extra things she could do, but they're sort of popped up when she's least expected it. Like, seriously least expected it.Caramine Azalea Lafayette
█║▸ bɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ :: born September Twenty-First, Cara isn't some miracle child. God, no; but she is helpful. Working on a farm in Kansas'll put some brawn on a girl, and it kinda shows on her.
█║▸ wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs :: For real? That's really weird. But, she does keep a can of mace in her bag, just in case.♛║ Most people like to think that Cara is straight up stupid, because Southern Blonde apparently screams stupid. But, that's something she's had to live for. Having to hear the comments about her gap tooth, her curves, and the wonderful muscle she's put on from manual labor--it's an everyday thing. She gets by, usually on the fact that most people are stuck on the stereotype of her sweating in a field or driving a tractor, and she gets her shit done. There's a lot more in that pretty little head than most people think. She's curved and she knows, but she's not always flaunting it.
Cara still dresses like she's in the hottest month of the year, jean shorts and boots. She likes to dress for comfort, and that's her idea of comfort. She might be seen frolicking in a dress or skirt, but that's only really for parties. Otherwise, it's plaid and denim all the way.
♞║ Cara has always been an independent woman. Since she's was old enough to start feeding the animals on her own, she's taken on a sort of do-it-herself attitude, finding solutions to her own problems. She stopped relying on her parents and siblings for things that she knew she could handle, and found herself cooking for herself by the time she was ten. She didn't do any of this to please anyone, though; just because it felt good to be able to do something on her own when she could ask one of her many siblings for help with. With that. she started learning better ways to efficient, work faster and smarter. She's probably the best worker anyone will ever have, with a whole helping of humble pie to go with any conversation. Cara can multi-task like she's sold her soul to the devil, but that only means she's just that good.
Being loyal has been a family trait for the Lafayettes. The entire family sticks to those they find kinship with, no back uncovered. It's only expected that Cara got the same deep loyal commitment to others. Once there's some sort of friendly bond between her and another person, there's no going back. It's sorta the best deal anyone could get in their life, having such a loyal friend. Only problem is: she's stubborn as an ox. Once she has an opinion on a matter, it's difficult to get her to change her mind. The same could be said in regards to her feelings towards another person. It kinda sucks if she doesn't like you, because it'll take quite a lot to change her mind about you. She's set in her ways, in that sense; like an elderly person doing the same thing everyday. There's little chance of her changing.[ lɪᴋᴇs :: strawberry milk · fireplaces · cooking · animals · hot places▷ Cara doesn't have the worldest most interesting life story, but she had a life. There were three kids before she came along, and four more after her. Her family was quite the big one, John and Kate plus Eight big. Her aunt and uncle lived in the house with them, because they all worked the same farm. They wanted it to stay in the family, and had thus decided that the entire family might as well live on it. It'd be passed down to the oldest first, and then [ Hephaestus ]. But, both of them had no interest in it. In fact, her older brother [ Heph ] was quite interested in other things. He was the first of the children to take off when he reached college level.
[ dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs :: the cold · family spats · bananas · working inefficiently
[ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs :: multi-tasking · loyalty · efficiency
[ wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs :: stubborn · over working herself · pushing herself too much
Now, Cara was never bitter about this. She was like an independent working unit by the time he left. Though, before he left, she did something bad. No, she didn't kill anyone, but she felt that she might as well have. When she was eleven, she decided she could handle a tractor. She took it out of the shed and drove it to the field. The vantage point on the thing was pretty sweet, but she still didn't see her younger brother. Or maybe she didn't think he'd just stand there and gawk at her on the tractor. When he did move, he'd never be able to move his legs again, his left arm was broken, and his jaw would always be just a bit crooked. She was too much in shock to stop the tractor, just kept rolling--wide eyed and ready to puke. When she did stop, it was quite clear that the damage was done.
▷ She never forgave herself, but [ Heph ] being the family's mechanic extraordinaire, fixed everything. Well, sort of. He made their brother a wheel-chair and brace, but then he left shortly after. Cara was left with the aftermath of trying too hard to be independent, and a festering need to get the hell out of Dodge. She, of course, didn't tell anyone about this. Why would she? Their neighbors looked at her funny from then on, whenever they were over, and her parents no longer trusted her to be on her own. She felt like they were cooping her up, and that just made her want to leave more.
When she turned sixteen, she started saving up. She studied hard in school to get scholarships, ready to use when it came time for her go to college. She took the first chance to get the hell out of there, leaving behind her mistakes. Her brother might have forgiven her, but it wasn't something they could just forget. He did, sometimes, when he'd ask to do things like he used to. Then, they'd all remember it again, and Cara would feel that pain all over.
▷ As luck would have it, she'd picked a two year course in college. She wasn't looking for something fancy, just something to get by on. She decided that her affinity for working and taking care of those around her would do well in some sort of business, but she had to earn money in the mean time. So, she started working as a cook, and that somehow brought her to where her brother was.
Go figure.[ ʀ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s ××× ‟ ᴅɪᴅ ɪ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴏss ʏᴏᴜʀ mindcredits ::
╭•╮ caramine azalea lafayette
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ, ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ, ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ!
╭•╮ rosmarie maelle fallows
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ɴɪᴄᴇʟʏ ᴅᴏɴᴇ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ!
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❝ O h, honey, what's stopping you?❞
↬theme made by ɯɐɔ.↫
(view spoiler)
▲▼nora drew whitaker▲▼twenty-five ▲▼bisexual▲▼bartender▲▼
the mortal reincarnation of kakia, the greek personification of vice, sin, and moral wrongdoing
take a listen right here
▲▼ from chicago ▲▼ born in 1990 ▲▼ neutral evil ▲▼ ESTP ▲▼
⋖appearance⋗
People often say she looks remarkably like Adrianne Palicki, but Nora doesn't see the resemblance.
Nora's hair used to be light and long, the color of the daffodils that used to grow in the planter in front of her apartment. Tresses used to cascade down to the end of her ribs, wavy and fair. A small while back she dyed the daffodil to an umber, warm brown that made her skin contrast greatly against it. It's been that way since, and she's had no wayward thoughts of changing it.
Her eyes are darker as well, cobalt mingling with grey, accentuated by a rounded, almost hooded, eye.
The girl's skin-- after years and years of severe acne--has finally found peace. Aside from the occasional blackhead here and there, Nora's skin is flawless. Rosy cheeks, slight tan, smooth skin (her regimen is extensive, an old habit from her days with acne), high cheekbones. These are all facial, however, and a car accident when she was fifteen left her shoulder with a souvenir, a jagged scar running from her right shoulderblade to the peak of her left shoulder. That's what I get for not wearing my seatbelt
Nora stands at approximately five feet, nine inches, and (due to her athletic lifestyle) weighs in at around 135 pounds. She has a good amount of muscle on her and a slender body that would put even a panther to shame. In addition she has broad shoulders and sharp collarbones.
⋖personality⋗
First things first: Nora Whitaker is not subtle. She is not the girl next door, nor is she the lovey-dovey, doting girlfriend. Nora Whitaker is the most obvious person she knows, and she knows many.
Things took an even sharper hairpin turn for the worse when Nora's boyfriend, Ransom, broke up with her. She was wasted, of course, but still managed to get a few hits-- and by hits, it should be read as full-frontal assault punches-- in. Being a bartender, alcohol was second nature to her, and that's what she used to deal with the pain. Who needs friends when you have a lovely guy named Jack Daniels?
Since then, something snapped within her. Some might say it was her sanity, others her tolerance.. Nora can't get enough of screwing others over, figuratively
Beside bad breakups and bad drinks, Nora isn't a huge fan of chauvinists or bigots. If they sit down at her bar, she'll usually drop a little something extra in their drink, just for the hell of it.
And no, she's never been caught.
→current state of mind
Currently, Nora is still pretty raw about her breakup with Ransom. The one thing that offsets this, however, is her newfound abilities.
→psychological history
Other than being batshit cr--I'm not "batshit crazy"--azy when pissed off, Nora is relatively sane. She tends to shatter social rules and kneecaps and doesn't pay much regard to authority figures. Also, daddy issues. Now that I can't disagree with.
✔ charismatic ✔ adaptable ✔ independent ╳ volatile ✘ sinful ✘ intimidating ✘
⋖history⋗
As a child, Nora was relatively mundane. She had friends, a cat named Mouse (because who doesn't love irony?) and two happy parents. There was a roof over her head and food on the table, so what did she have to worry about? Everything and everyone was together, happy, and calm. Nora got everything she wanted, all she had to do was ask.
Did little Nora notice the tense tones, the way that her parents glared at each other across the breakfast table, or how her father kept coming home from work later and later, each time smelling more strongly of cheap perfume and expensive vices? Of course she didn't.
When Nora was thirteen and far more capable and aware, she told her mother of this. Her mother replied that she already knew. But why didn't you do anything about it? Nora would say. Her mother merely shrugged, tongue clamped from between her teeth so as not to say "because of you."
Senior prom was around the corner and her father was nowhere to be seen. Nora was the queen bee, the one not to be crossed, and had loads of suitors. She, being cliché, opted to go with the football quarterback. At the dance, the girl had an awful time, but was nominated prom queen, given a crown, and hailed a heroine because she spiked the punch.
College graduation from Yale-- all it took her to get in was an interview-- and now her mother was out of the picture, as well. Mommy Dearest packed up and left, gone to some sleazy trash-filled hellhole. Daddy Darling died of an alcohol overdose, too much alcohol in his bloodstream. His liver was falling apart just like his family.
Ransom. Oh, how she loved that name. Nora would spend hours slurring it, rolling the syllables on her tongue and savoring every consonant.
Ransom. Oh, how she hated that name. Nora would spend days slurring it, screaming it, drunken daydreams and sober nightmares.
⋖other⋗
⌠family⌡
→mother Rachel MarieAndersonWhitaker, status unknown (view spoiler)
→father Jonathan Edward Whitaker, deceased (view spoiler)
→siblings not applicable
Mod
The easy way to describe Mara is to say she's a chameleon. The simplest, quickest, one word way. She shifts. She changes. And all to better manipulate others. This tendency is a reflection of her previous self, of course, but it's not like Mara knows who she used to be. All she knows is that she's got the looks, she's got the body, and she knows how to use her words - and those combined are enough to let her have her way with the world. She becomes who she needs to become to get to her goal - and never let it be said that Mara gives up easily.
Mᴀʀᴀ Pᴇɪᴛʜᴏ Mʏsᴛʀᴇʟ ╾╾ 23 ‧ female ‧ pansexual ‧ feb 1 ‧ incarnated
A ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ ╾╾╾╾╾╾ ᴀɴɴᴀ ᴄʜʀɪsᴛɪɴᴇ sᴘᴇᴄᴋʜᴀʀᴛ : (view spoiler)
↳ black hair. blue-green eyes. slim, feminine physique. 5'8". 120 lbs. ↲
P ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ ╾╾╾╾╾╾╾ shifting ‧ sensual ‧ cynical ‧ obstinate
Mara isn't humble and she isn't modest, either. Far from it. She rather puts out, if you catch the drift. She's the woman who is glimpsed once on the streets in passing, long cream legs, slender jawline, straight black hair, blue-green eyes that grab attention, that demand to be looked at, and stays in the minds of those she passed. She is not an actress; she simply amps up what she already has to make it seem almost as though she is putting on a show. She's no stranger to rough words and burning eyes - slut, whore - but she doesn't let on if they bother her or not. What other's see as simple sex appeal, Mara sees as power. This is her power.
What others see as 'not worth it,' Mara sees as a challenge. And those are oh so rare for her. She's seen the world first hand, she knows how far "self-restraint" goes. Not far. Everyone gives in so easily. Everyone pretends they're resolute and morally strong, but really, they're just waiting for the first hint and they're gone. Fallen into the flames of Hell. Sinners, the whole lot of them. Mara is a very pessimistic girl. She is cynical. She laughs at hopeless romantics and sappy romance movies. Nicholas Sparks? Get a life. That's not reality. Reality is right here, right now, and it sure doesn't look like The Notebook to Mara. It looks more like hell. And if there is a hell, she's going to it, no doubt about that. Besides, heaven sounds rather boring, doesn't it?( strengths ) seduction ‧ lying ‧ art and designFrom the moment Mara popped into the big, bad world, it was captivated by this little cherub with her rosy cheeks and sparkling blue eyes – so lively for a child less than a year old – and her twinkling baby laugh. Her parents were smitten. And of course, this meant a rather spoiled baby. Mara grew up with everything a girl born to a middle class family could wish for. Toys, a nice house, food on her plate, plenty of friends. Everyone agreed, however, that there was something a little… off… about this child. When she was around, the world seemed perfect. Everything seemed fine. And once she left the room… Hadn’t they decided to stop spoiling the girl? I thought you said you wouldn’t buy her that.
( weaknesses ) stubborn ‧ unreliable ‧ pessimistic
( likes ) late nights ‧ sex ‧ key lime pie (don't ask) ‧ challenges
( dislikes ) hopeless romantics ‧ others telling her what to do ‧ small talk
H ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ ╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾ rarely do our plans not go astray
Of course, no good luck holds forever. Even Mara’s sweet ways and innocent looks couldn’t last. Even that now eleven year old girl, with her boundless energy and cherubic voice that mended all wrongs, that stitched together wounds, couldn’t keep a failing couple glued together. The pieces were falling. Fights at midnight, Mara sitting on the steps, unable to sleep for the voices they thought were low enough. Glares over breakfast, Mara trying to talk to both while neither reciprocated. Slamming doors and angry words, arguments over little nothings, two beds where one used to be enough. The only tears shed in the house that long year were Mara’s, tracks of salty water trying to carve through anger, chipping away beside her sweet words and smiles. None of it worked.
It’s hard for a child to live in two homes. Mara’s honeyed words and innocent smiles – none of it fake – turned sadder, more desolate. She had thought she could keep them together – why hadn’t it worked? Was she not good enough? Was she the worst child? Maybe that’s why, maybe they hated her. Maybe it wasn’t each other they couldn’t stand, maybe it was her. Maybe maybe maybe, spinning circles in her head, dizzying. Too many doubts.
She turned away from home. Growing up comes with many things – she was fourteen now, and boys didn't have cooties anymore. And they started to look at her. Mara looked back. She found that she instinctively knew what to say, how to say it, how to hold her head and body for them to do exactly what she wanted them to. She grew older, and the list of exes grew longer and more diverse. And of course, the names started too. Slut. Whore. Cheap. Fake. But Mara was the one laughing - laughing at these people who tried to blame her for their own weakness and for their own failure.
Mara found it cute, the way they lied to themselves to make themselves feel better. And whenever she found someone who enjoyed the same brevity - for nothing that lasts can remain real and true, Mara saw this firsthand in her parents - she didn't feel like she had to put out quite as much. A refreshing change.
Mara is intelligent, but her smarts are mainly on the end of street smarts and common sense. School was just a medium. She didn't see the point of university, but her mother wanted it so badly for her only child. Mara agreed. One last thing for her mother. Maybe she'd meet someone cute. She did. Lots of cute someones. But nothing changed. She majored in graphic design, minored in psychology. Hobbies, really, nothing more. She moved out of London to Theobury, got a job bartending and modelling, freelances in webpage design on the side and other odd jobs, and that's that. There's nothing more to tell.( family ) Colton Mystrel; father ‧ Daria Mystrel; mother...the girl uttered her voice trickling sweeter than honey and honeycomb, winning Peitho sat ever upon her lips and enchanted the clever wits of men whom nothing else could charm...
( relations ) one-night stands ‧ got a long list of ex-lovers
A ʙ ɪ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ᴇ s ╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾ you're right, I'm not the average girl
( powers ) persuasion ‧ seduction ‧ charming speech
( weapons ) she always has a can of mace and a pocketknife on her
╭•╮ mara peitho mystrel
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ *ᴀᴘᴘʟᴀᴜᴅs* ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ!
╭•╮ caragh eun-hee sung
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsɪɴɢ - ᴏᴜᴛsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴋ!
☛ | A R C A D I A L E C L A I R | ☚☽ ᴠɪɴᴅɪᴄᴛᴀ ᴇᴛ ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴇᴍ ☾
☛ | B A S I C I N F O | ☚
- circe, god of magic • xxii (sep 3rd) • ♀ • gynosexual -
[face claim: Aja Naomi King]
P E R S O N A
//A silent, brooding killer, Arcadia knows she has a purpose in life and will stop at nothing to get her way. In the simplest terms, she is a strong, independent woman. If you wanted to be complex, however, she is a cat: quiet, externally strong, internally shattered, sensitive. She stands tall, a guard for what she believes in, but lacks a shield around her heart. While her insides are stirring with bubbles, toils, and troubles, she remains a sturdy cauldron boiling over heated fire. Arcadia is fully self-aware of her power to control, to devour, to lie, but fails to shut out the voices inside her head, perpetually driving her to be better, to bite harder. And while she may be silent, her voice screams the agonies of her past, begging to be heard.
Although Arcadia’s self-awareness and drive has formed her successes in life, they have also carved a deep, dark, shard of glass into her heart. At times, she will feel love and kindness towards others, but her thirst for order and redemption sometimes causes her to fall short with people who see her as a friend. She is easily susceptible to stubbornness, detachment, and judgement, leaving nothing left but an over analyzing, stone-cold soul caked over a fragile, rusty gem.
Do not let Arcadia’s haughtiness fool you, however, for her ambitions and desires have also given her hope, happiness, and a will to love after being loved. Her sensitivity has caused her to lose many lovers and lust for more. Sex is her magic, domination her craft, and love her religion.
After her traumatic past, Arcadia turned from a simple, rich girl playing chess to a complex, poor woman on a constant battlefield. She plays by no rules but her own and stands as the very definition of tragedy and mystery. Her game involves black and white pieces, yes, but she plays on both sides; an inner conflict between good and bad, past and present, the love of others and the love of herself. Arcadia plays a silent game, alone in a world that was once her own; a world that beat her, tore her, destroyed her. From her agony she rises against her exile, reborn from her frail ashes as a white raven, a walking contradiction, light magic, a witch. //
p r o s || ambitious, strong-willed, instinctive, highly intelligent, seductive
c o n s || emotionless (appears), overly sensitive, arrogant, bossy, emotionally unstable
B A C K S T O R Y
//The Leclair household was a well established family in France. They were the clan that the townspeople feared, adored, cherished. When New Orleans was a speck of dust on a map, members of the Leclair family migrated and settled to get ahead of the game in the trading industry. Although their feet were adorned with frills and fragile embellishments, their footprint was that of a giant; tyrannical, perpetual, and influential. The Leclairs and the other French settlers set the standards in Louisiana.
After centuries of intermingling of blood, heritage, and ancestry, Arcadia was born into the wealthy Leclair house in New Orleans; a spoiled babe with a shallow mind. She was a gift and a miracle to her parents. Her years went by and drifted into the vulnerable years of private middle school, where she spent her time dominating her classmates at spelling bees, art competitions, and chess tournaments. That’s when the hurt started. The fragrant smell of innocent roses wilted into a foul stench as her classmates noticed something she had tried to keep secret: her magic.
Her abilities, while they started off small, scared Arcadia. Voices appeared in her head that whispered false tales of her failures and her exposure. The voices knew she was afraid of her friend’s laughter, her parents growing disapproval, the town’s hatred. She tried to turn away from herself and delve into her competitive side, but her powers grew stronger. When someone did her wrong, a sideways glance could give them scarlet fever. When a boy pulled her hair, she made his fingers bleed (by accident, of course). As her magic intensified, the bullying did too. There was teasing through junior high, rumors by freshman year, until finally she had enough. Arcadia's darkness turned her magic tricks into wicked sorcery and unintentionally set her school on fire, causing a big scandal throughout the town. Her parents found it was best that she reside in France with her estranged aunt after the discovering of her powers.
Two long, hollow years passed, and Arcadia left her aunt and ventured on her own journeys free from rules and restriction. From then on, Arcadia’s desire to win altered into a desire to redeem herself. She no longer wanted a prize for first place speller, straight As, or a trophy for three-time chess player champion. She wanted vengeance, victory, and validation. //
l o v e s || hexes, winning, psychology, dominance, wine
l o a t h e s || losing, competitors, loud music (when studying)
☛ | A P P E A R A N C E | ☚
- • jet-black hair • 5'9" • 138 lbs -
F E A T U R E S
// With her dark hair and shimmering green eyes, it is easy to see that Arcadia is a wicked vile of poison. Most people find it fascinating the way her eyes catch the sun and glisten like rounded emeralds inside a structured skull. Her reflection has given her vanity and self-awareness, and she uses this to her advantage. Arcadia's charm and mysterious beauty- whether it be her small yet strong frame, shiny night-like hair, or sharp canines- have casted many love spells over her lifetime.//
S T Y L E
// Arcadia's style reads "witch-bitch" all over. Since her freedom from French exile, Arcadia has somewhat come to terms with her witchcraft, and likes to show it off with her dark, edgy, yet somewhat preppy aesthetic. Whether it be stripes, chokers, creepers, or long black cloaks, Arcadia always dresses like she's out to kill.//
f a s h i o n || sweaters, pleated skirts, peter pan collars, black ankle boots
m a k e u p / h a i r || hair down and curled or sometimes up in a large bun, winged eyeliner, dark lipstick
c o l o r s || black, green, white, gray
☛ | F A M I L Y | ☚ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ (Daniella LaClair, neé Blacke); Ƒᴀᴛʜᴇʀ (Johnathan LaClair); ᴀᴜɴᴛ (Anastasie LaClair);
☛ | R E L A T I O N S | ☚no friends, many enemies; too many ex-lovers to count
P O W E R S☛ | A B I L I T I E S | ☚linguistic magic [✩✩✩✩] - a form of magic in which the user chants words to enact a spellS K I L L S|| types of magic include: transfiguration, illusion, healing, voodoo, and hexes
clairvoyance [✩✩] - a heightened sense (often considered a 6th) in which one can sense another's presence from afaralchemy, herbalism - Since the bayou was her backyard, young Arcadia took it upon herself to learn about the different plants and herbs around her. Eventually she cultivated enough plants to grow an herb garden in her conservatory, and, after learning about her powers, used magic and a basic chemistry set to turn her herbs into remedies and poisons. This later aided in her more recent occupation as a bartender.W E A P O N S
manipulation, persuasion - A true chess master, Arcadia is a gifted persuader. Unlike others, however, she is very blunt about what she wants. Her persuasion comes from her charm and ability to demand things without anyone ever asking why.pocket knife - Magic is her true calling, but revealing her powers even in a time of defense would be sinful to Arcadia. Thus, she always carries around a pocket knife to protect herself from unwanted attention, especially when she finds herself on the streets late at night.☛ | O T H E R | ☚religion| roman catholic (raised), agnostic (present)
dream job| psychologist (forensic, legal)
dream college(s)| yale, standford, columbia
personality types| scholar, intj, melancholic, virgo
╭•╮ arcadia leclair
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ᴇxᴄᴇʟʟᴇɴᴛ ᴊᴏʙ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ!
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JESSICA BROWN FINDLAY ---> ATHENA
❝You know, just because you can talk doesn't mean you should.❞
▼▲ ivy powell ▼▲ sixteen ▼▲ bicurious ▼▲ single ▼▲ athena ▼▲theme made by ɯɐɔ. (view spoiler)
Ivy Amelia Powell, also known as Ammie or Vie, was born on May twenty-eighth in the year nineteen ninety eight. This makes her sixteen years of age and a gemini. She, much to her pleasure, was born in colorado, but moved to ____ when she was young. Ivy is quadlingual, speaking English, French, Japanese and Spanish. In addition to this she is a member of MENSA.
People often say that Ivy looks remarkably like Jessica Brown Findlay, but she really doesn't see it.
Ivy's hair is long and dark, cascading down to her mid-back, around her shoulderblades. It's often unruly and curly, but on occasion the girl will tame and straighten her hair. Ivy's hair used to be blonde, a fair wheat, but she dyed it and continues to dye it a darker brown. The girl's eyes are a greenish hazel, gold and emerald intermingling with amber and sienna. She stands at approximately five feet, six inches and has a fairly slender build, all angles.
✔ books, especially the classics
✔ a warm blanket and a cup of tea
✔ taking bike rides
✘ being so young
✘ hot weather
✘ most people her age
Ivy has a fear of heights. This originated from when she was pretty young, and had been climbing a tree to show off to a few other kids. Vy had one misplaced hand and took a nasty fall, breaking her wrist. Since then she's been overly cautious of high places. In addition to the first phobia, she has a childish, yet somewhat reasonable fear of amnesia. Everything Ivy is based on is inside her brain, accessible only by her. If she loses her memory, she's done. No one can tell her things that she never told anyone else, which scares her the most.
Ivy's fatal flaw is being very trusting of others, or gullible. Even though she'stechnically, according to MENSAa genius, Ivy tends to trust others very easily. This occurs online as well, where she has a whole network of friends and fans.
This being said, her habits and hobbies mainly consist of reading, bike riding, chess and writing. Ivy hates the fact that she's fallen into the stereotype of intelligence and chess, but she can't help it; the game perplexes her and challenges her in just the right amount. Also, she wins a lot.
In regards to their intelligence, Ivy scores a 137 on a Stanford-Binet IQ scale. As expected, her school performance was astronomically well and because of such achievements she was able to skip multiple grades. Ivy is now working on completing her undergrad degree.
Ivy has no psychological traumas or upsets-- being as intelligent at her age made her parents keep her a bit close to home. She grew up sheltered but with a thirst for knowledge, which her parents greatly supported. One thing she does struggle with are motor tics-- Ivy has one in which she head-twitches, and another underneath her eye. Other than that, Ivy's as sound as a well-made ship.
Given that Ivy is an Incarnate of Athena, and Athena was the daughter of Zeus, she has been... gifted with the ability to control electricity and create small sparks and charges reminiscent of lightning. Currently she is not directly aware of this ability, although she does tend to shock people (physically, but she blames it on static electricity) often.Ivy has always had a strange affinity for knowing when things were going to happen-- a pop quiz, an award, Oscar winners.. she was never surprised by anything. This ability is relatively unknown to her, and will most likely remain that way until it gets stronger, much like with her ability to manipulate electricity.Omnilingualism, or the ability to learn, speak, read and comprehend any and all languages, is one that Ivy has begun to discover but is yet to unconver its full potential. Currently, Ivy can read, write, and speak English, French, Spanish, and Japanese, but with this ability she can understand all languages around the globe. Obviously she hasn't fully developed this skill, but it is still handy nonetheless.Hyperintuition is something that has boosted Ivy to academic fame. It is much like omnilingualism, but different in the sense that Ivy can instantly learn any information she needs to know, whether that be advanced calc, how to work a lawnmower, or particle physics. She can memorize and remember things with perfect accuracy and comprehend them like her brain is a physical Google. Anything seen or recognized in her subconscious is automatically brought to the surface, and isn't obscured like it is with most others.
In other words, I'm a know-it-all.
END OF PART ONE
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PART TWO
From an early age, Ivy's parents could tell she was different. She grasped the concepts of writing, reading and speaking far before her peers, and it was evident that Ivy would excel in life and academics. They kept her close to home, but when it was time to enroll her in kindergarten, they reluctantly obliged.
Two weeks into the class and it was "strongly reccomended" that Ivy take an exam to see what academic level she was actually at.
At the age of seven, she was capable of what a fourth-grade student was learning, so her parents took the initiative and did what they had to do-- bump her up to fourth grade.
Throughout her education, Ivy grew to be known as an anomaly, a freak, and was bullied because of it. Despite this she was resilient and unwavering, knowing that in a few weeks or months she'd just be bumped up again to another grade, or another school, another district. Ivy felt like school got too boring too quickly, and she constantly surpassed other people's expectations of her.
At the age of ten, Ivy was accepted into MENSA, an organization of high intelligence for those whose intelligence quotients exceed a certain level. She was viewed differently, now being observed by scientists and involved in studies. Ivy hated it. She pleaded for something different and as a result her parents sheltered her even more, only letting her leave the house when she needed to go to school. In lieu of playdates, Ivy had an expansive library, and hours upon hours of time to spend filling her mind with limitless knowledge.
Ivy is just on the brink of young adulthood-- being sixteen, almost seventeen (cue The Sound of Music), Ivy is seeking more independence and less hovering by her parents. This being said, they want the opposite.
The girl's abilities are something that she's kept to herself, for the most part, although she's posted random things online here and there about her absurd intelligence and capabilities. Several people have replied, but they're mainly spambots or pedophiles.
Ivy isn't sure what she wants to do in the future. She's already graduated high school, technically in her junior year of college, and she just wants more in life. More than just education and professors and studies.
She wants more
Her mother is named Georgia, and her maiden name is Pascal. Georgia is very similar in appearance to Tina Fey. Georgia and Ivy get along great, better than the other two members of the family.Vie's father is named David, and he looks just like Omar Metwally. She gets along very well with him.
Ivy's sister is named Violet, and has none of her abilities. She looks remarkably like Candice Swanepoel. Violet and Ivy are two completely different people, and Vi is often very jealous of Ivy.
credit to/ inspiration drawn from: sea, paro, scout, and ariel.
all images are not mine, but they are edited by me.
again, I ask that you're not a dick and that you respect my edits and ideas.
if you'd like me to make you the gif images from above (the image in text, like in the powers and family section), just shoot me a note and i'd be happy to.
╭•╮ ivy amelia powell
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ᴏᴜᴛsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴋ, ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ᴀᴡᴇ!
╭•╮ athens dove king
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ᴀᴄᴇ ᴊᴏʙ, ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴅᴏɴᴇ!
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ｎｅｖｅ ｆｏｘ | ｃｈｅｉｍｏｎ | ｘｘｉｉ (ｄｅｃ ｘｘｉｉ)________________________________________________
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ｄｅｍｉｇｉｒｌ ▽ ａｓｅｘｕａｌ △ ｐａｎｒｏｍａｎｔｉｃ
ｆａｃｅ ｃｌａｉｍ : ｓｏｏ ｊｏｏ ｐａｒｋ
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Simple. That's what Neve appears to be and she'd very much like to keep it that way. Although simple often comes packed with the word clean, Neve is still covered in the remnants of her past, bitten by frost that was never left out long enough to melt. This perpetual chill has created armor to hide what she really is- something she has yet to discover- as she is always on the run from others and herself.
Neve's tendencies to run means she can never stay in one spot. She moves against window panes like a white shadow- a ghost- and continues on. She is bold and brave, daring even, and isn't afraid to show it. Once she does, she moves on and wipes everything away under more ice and more snow. Running, hiding, disguising, meeting. That's all Neve is good for anymore.
This talent for meeting people and places throughout her life is both a cause and effect. Her network of "friends" and dealers have all been caused by impractical habits, which has, in turn, created a demon driven by loyalty and pay-backs. Her fierce allegiance to the people she loves makes her a key player in a game where greed and self-interest is the driving force of life. Instead of malice and selfishness, Neve has high standards and ideals for both friends and foes, and is never afraid to share them with the world.
Although she is loyal to her loved ones, she never lets them in on her little secret: she is not who she says she is. Her identity is something Neve prefers to keep hidden, for it's something she hasn't even tried to dissect herself yet. Instead of sharing who she is, Neve prefers to listen to who others are: where they've been, the details of their childhood, memories they've stowed away. It's much easier to daydream about the lives she could have lived rather than making dreams come true, as daydreams can quickly turn to dubious nightmares.
Nightmares are inevitable when you are impulsive though, and Neve has always lived a reality where life is Hell and she's neither a devil nor an angel. When she jumps from vice to virtue or good to evil she never thinks about it, but simply does. Life is complicated, but Neve prefers to keep things minimal.
But minimal she will never be. Neve is simple, pure winter on her exterior, but her interior is complex and even coiled. Like snow, she falls, she melts, then falls again. She is a never ending cycle of agony and change; a dormant monster hidden behind pale skin and silver hair. In her veins is the ability to disguise herself, lie, and transform into ice, sleet, snow, and hail. While she is draped in layers of fear and frostbite, underneath lies bold springtime waiting to be awakened.
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The world was cold and still. Suddenly the Solstice rain turned to snow and was beginning to coat the night sky in white darkness. This was the night Eira Han was dragged out into the world- this was the night another innocent joined this hellhole. That was the story Neve told herself anyway.
Every night since she was five, Eira (now Neve) would whisper curses and cry out into the pitch black room in whatever foster home she was stuck in, hating herself for not being enough. She wasn't enough for her parents' love, not enough for her foster parents' tolerance, and sure as hell was never enough for herself. She needed to change. Leave and change. Leave and change. That's all she could ever do to cope with the fact there was a hole in her heart that she could only fill with ice.
At around ten years of age (after about 3 previous alterations) Eira was fostered by a family called the Colemans. She was Kimberley then, and dyed all but one streak of her platinum hair red. This was a new life with a fresh start- her fourth chance- and she wasn't going to ruin it. The Colemans treated her well for five years. She was such a good girl- never cursing in her sleep or scratching against the walls- but Eira's desire to flee overcame her. Like the moon, her new phase had come into place and she began to spend more time with the bad kids in school. Her grades slipped, her parents fought, and it was time for Kimberley to switch to a new name, a new form.
That's when Sae Rin was born. Kimberly- previously Eira- had risen against every drop of blood placed into her success and opportunities and fled. Her heart was pounding; she was fifteen and she smoked, and it certainly didn't help that she was lanky and weak. Some of her bones were broken by the time the cops found her unconscious body in an alleyway a year later. The summer heat had left her to rot until the cops had taken her to the hospital.
At this time she was nearing seventeen and the Colemans didn't want her back. Instead, officials sent her off to live with a new foster parent in the nearby town. His name was unclear to her, but she remembered it rolled down her tongue in smooth circles. He was kind- too kind- almost to the point she was afraid of her own sanity and safety. By the time she was eighteen, Sae Rin had been through six sets of guardians and was tired of this man that was only happy with her when she sat down on her knees praying to a god who (in her mind) only did her wrong.
Thus, she killed him. In the night, her white, bony hands wrapped his rosary around his neck and made him beg for air. It was the coolness of his dead hands that made her hands prickle from within. She gripped his hair once, twice, three times, and each finger placed around his scalp turned his skin to frost. In that moment Sae Rin, Kimberley, and even Eira knew she wasn't normal.
It was as if overnight little Eira Han altered into Neve Fox. Now she is on the run again, but this time not from her disappointed foster parents or from the police, but instead from herself.
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▻ mother - Lily Harris - status unknown
▻ father - Han Hyun-Ki - status unknown
▻ foster parents (set i) - Christopher and Valerie Blake - alive
▻ foster parents (set ii) - Nancy Walsh - deceased
▻ foster parents (set iii) - Susan Brown and Tanya Lee - alive
▻ foster parents (set iv) - John and Sarah Coleman - alive↪ ▸ foster sibilings - Connor Coleman▻ foster parents (set v) - Father Peter White - deceased
▼ ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳ ＰＡＲＴ ＩＩ
▻ friend - [open]
▻ s.o. - [open]
▻ dealer - Name Unknown - deceased
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Much like her new alias, Neve's hair and skin is that of winter's snow. Although she comes off as strong and daring, she is slender, tall, and rather weak, much like a new born deer. Neve has changed her appearance many times, but her natural white hair grows just fast enough to have come back around her twenties. And Neve's grey eyes, while they have seen many terrors, have always stayed the same, almost as if Eira Han had never left in the first place.
▽ ＡＥＳＴＨＥＴＩＣ
White. Bold. Simple. Fresh. These four adjectives best describe Neve's natural fashion style. She comes off as eccentric to her colleagues, but is actually very fashion forward with her minimalist science-fiction aesthetic. Young and flighty, Neve often leaves her platinum hair messy and undone, mostly because she is always leaving from place to place and it would be too much trouble to fix it. When on the run, she tends to don pedestrian clothes, but when stationary, her high fashion sense seems to always come back to her.
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{ice negation}Neve is not susceptible to the cold, and therefore can negate any ice or cold weather directed towards her.{freezing}Whether it be through her ice cold breath or the touch of her finger, Neve has an innate ability to freeze any person (or thing) that stands in her path. While this is powerful, Neve is new to all her abilities and is not trained or skilled enough to wield its full ability to destroy. However, she is still strong enough to create dry ice, which she uses the most frequently.{ice construction}Ice and snow are great for building snowmen, but also perfect for making shields and even weapons. Being an amateur, Neve is only able to make small daggers and throwing knives from this ability. These knives serve as her only weapon besides her magical abilities.[invisiblity]
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Neve is not invisible in the magical sense, but more in her ability to blend in with ease. Her platinum blonde hair is the only thing that gives her identity away though, and she must always keep it covered when hiding and/or on the run.[street smarts]This ability has always been Neve's greatest downfall yet most useful skill. Neve was never known for her intelligence, but was somehow smart enough to know how to navigate her way around the most eerie and desperate parts of almost any city.
▽ ＯＴＨＥＲoccupation: unemployed________________________________________________
dream job: stylist, fashion designer
college: none
transportation: walking, biking, bus, stolen cars
╭•╮ olivia alona bay
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ᴀ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜs ᴊᴏʙ.
╭•╮ sloan acadia beckett
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟᴏᴜs ᴡᴏʀᴋ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ!
╭•╮ neve fox
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ *sᴡᴏᴏɴs* ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀʀʀ.
╭•╮ rowena ingrid day
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ sᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ. sᴘʟᴇɴᴅɪᴅ ᴊᴏʙ!
╭•╮ quinn jay kennedy
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ᴡᴏᴏᴛ ᴡᴏᴏᴛ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ!
╭•╮ felicity joy tate
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ᴇᴜᴘʜʀᴏsʏɴᴇ, ɪɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ. ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴊᴏʙ!
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retrocognition × mendacity detection × beacon emission × omnipathy
Now, with this inclusion of Elpis within her, she has changed. She has, to say the least, become someone else entirely. There is confidence where there previously wasn't, a sort of insight to go with it.
She's hopeful.
