Post by Helena Ackart on Nov 11, 2010 2:05:36 GMT -5
Sing For Absolution¡¿
“what is your name?’
{MARIA}... for we are many {19}.’
“summoning the old man{PM} takes{n/a}.’
“hell is any placeon earth over a matter of years{6 years}.’
tiptoe to your room a starlight in the gloom
i only dream of you and you never knew
Nickname:; None
Age:; 17
Placement in the World:; Gifted
Gender:; Female
Sexuality:; Bisexual
Gifts:; *Empathy (Hera)
~ Clotting Blood (Ares)
School Year:; Senior
GODLY parent:;
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lips are turning blue a kiss that can't renew
i only dream of you my beautiful[/font][/i]
Hair Color:; Blonde
Eye Color:; Green
Height:; 5'9"
Tattoos & Piercings:; A small butterfly tattoo on her hip
Overall:;
Helena is taller than the average female, reaching the perfect model height at five foot nine inches. She has long legs and a long torso, though her arms are slightly shorter than what could be considered "average" for her height. She's rather slim but with a certain amount of curves and a toned body that comes from a constant regimen of running.
She has a pale complexion that burns easily and has never tanned. There is a splatter of light freckles on her face, though they're light colored. There are more on her chest and they spread across her pale chest to her shoulders and down her arms. The one place that she doesn't have freckles are on her legs. Her eyebrows sit low and close to her eyes and her nose is slightly crooked, as though she's been punched and had it broken at some point. Her face is primarily an oval shape and her chin comes to rounded point. She sports a pair of pouty pink lips that are usually covered with a clear lip gloss.
Helena's hair is thick and long, reaching down almost to her elbows, though not quite, and for the most part its wavy. Occasionally she will straighten her hair if she has enough time or is feeling bothered to do so. However, for the most part she will pull her hair up into a ponytail. Her eyes are a dark green and contrast with her pale skin and while she doesn't wear a lot of make-up, Helena does sport black eyeliner around her eyes, making her green eyes pop. On her left hip is a small butterfly colored with blues and greens.
Helena holds herself with a sort of confidence and elegance that someone is more likely to find in an older person than a seventeen year old. However, there's a seductive quality to how she stands, usually with her hip placed out and more weight on foot, a hand on her pronounced hip. When she walks her hips sway, and people can say that she forces this all they want, but its a natural stride. By no means does she do the "model" walk, usually walking with her hands in her pockets. Her head is always held high, even when she's not feeling her best.
Her clothing style ranges, but it is never slack or lazy. She tends to wear whatever is currently in style, opting for boot-cut jeans and knee high boots or a flare skirt. Shirts with graphics are a key item in her wardrobe and she likes layers, usually wearing vests, cardigans, or some other kind of top with another tank top or t-shirt. Her shoe wear goes with whatever she's wearing at the moments, though it isn't often that one will find her in sneakers. Helena doesn't just wear light colors or dark colors; she switches between both, occasionally sporting a more gothic look one day and the next one of your average high school cheerleader...minus the pompoms.
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there's nowhere left to hide in no one to confide
the truth runs deep inside and will never die [/font][/i]
-- Coffee
-- Running
-- Rock
-- Chocolate
-- Suckers
-- Fruits
-- Warmth
Dislikes:;
-- Cold
-- Smelly foods
-- Fights
-- Yelling
-- Migraines
Desires:;
-- To control her powers
-- Become a psychology major
-- To not be like her mother
Fears:;
-- Be like her mother
-- Being controlled by her powers
-- Fighting
Strengths:;
-- Determined
-- Analytical
-- Honest
Weaknesses:;
-- Apathy
-- Social situations
-- Sarcasm
Goals:;
-- Get a psychology major
-- Follow a different path than her mother
Regrets:;
-- Not being more sociable
-- Not going to live with her father
Quirks:;
If Helena is frustrated or tired then she runs her hands through her hair and when she's thinking then she tends to bite her lip or pulls on it with her fingers.
Secrets:;
Her mother was a stripper and into drugs.
Overall:;
Helena isn't an easy person to read. Nearly everything about her outward personality is fake, a mask to keep people close without actually letting them in. She has numerous stories about her past that she tells people, all of them consistent, and there are very few people who actually know her real past. She's very secretive and untrusting, not telling anyone about anything that could possibly get her into trouble. Helena is rather good at keeping her false personality in check and unless someone has seen her true self, most people don't know that she's faking it. In all, she seems to be genuine and she's rather charming, knowing what people like to hear to make them happy. She's found that to get your way you have to make the people around you trust you.
Under that false personality of her's is actually a fear of interactions. She's never really been a people person, having a hard time holding simple conversations with people if she wasn't getting something from it. Helena pretends that she has no ghosts in her past, but everyone does. In her case it is her mother, who she hasn't seen in eleven years and has no idea whether the woman is still alive. Secretly she wishes to be able to go back and find out, making amends if she still is alive, but she's fearful to do so.
Snapping your gum, making clicking noises with your tongue, and chewing with your mouth open, however, will earn you a stern glance and sometimes a sharp tongued comment if you don't stop. Threatening the few friends she has is a sure fire way to reach the anger inside Helena, but not only that, if someone manages to annoy her before she's had her coffee then there's an excellent chance she'll remain annoyed throughout the rest of the day.
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our wrongs remain unrectified
i only dream of you and you never knew[/font][/i]
Parents:;
-- Anna-Marie Davis; Mother; 43; alive
-- Michael Ackart; Father; 50; alive
Siblings:; none
Martial Status:; Single
Overall History:;
Anna-Marie Davis had worked as a stripper on the Las Vegas strip since the age of twenty-two, and while it wasn't her dream job, it paid the bills and she managed to enjoy herself to a certain extent. It was while she was at work that she met Michael Ackart, a man who was in law school and had come to the strip club for a buddies bachelor party. It wasn't love at first sight, in fact there wasn't even an initial attraction between the two, but as it turned out, Anna-Marie made frequent trips to a nearby coffee shop that Michael studied at. While she was waiting in line he spotted her, and just before she made it to the door he stopped her, asking if she had been the one he had seen dancing the night before. Anna-Marie wasn't a shy woman and her profession wasn't horrifying or embarrassing for her, and so she answered honestly.[/size][/color][/font][/ul]
It took some smooth talking on Michael's part, but he managed to convince Anna-Marie to go on a date with him. One date led to another and the next thing you know, they're doing the nasty. Anna-Marie was never to be one to commit to one relationship and she thought that this had been made clear, but after nearly two months of dating, Michael began talking about long terms plans and she promptly broke it off with him. Not before one last tryst of course. A month after that Anna-Marie began noticing that she had gained weight. It wasn't much, just a couple pounds, but no matter what they wouldn't go away. She was getting sick more often, tired after shows, but after another month these all went away. It wasn't until after three months that her employer confronted her and told her that she was "too fat to strip".
Confused, Anna-Marie started talking to the other girls and one of them mentioned that she should take a pregnancy test. Taking one, she was surprised to find that she was pregnant; but she was in a state of denial and took three more...all of which said the same thing. Six months later and she was being rushed to the hospital by the few friends that she still had from her old job, but it wasn't until the next morning, on August eighth, that Helena was born. Anna-Marie had managed to contact Michael just days before she had gone into labor to tell him that she had been pregnant and that the child was his. He was there the day that Helena was born and he practically begged Anna-Marie to give the child his last name.
Helena spent time with her mother and her father while she was growing up, spending equal time at both places. After the pregnancy Anna-Marie began to get back into shape and less than two years after Helena was born, she was back to stripping. As a child, she wasn't particularly sociable, usually avoiding other children and sitting by herself during recess and lunch. She told her parents it was because the other children weren't interesting, but really it was because whenever Helena was around them she could feel what they were feeling. The young girl had no way to describe it, but she knew it wasn't normal and all she wanted was for it to go away.
By the time she was ten she had learned a little about what this was and it helped her to adapt. By using what the people around her were feeling, Helena could mimic personality traits that were appealing to certain people, giving her the chance to actually talk to people without feeling out of place. When Helena turned twelve her mother had been fired, this time for "being too old", and while Anna-Marie was able to get a job at a local grocery store, life started to take a turn. She began drinking, small amounts at first, but before the year was out it was safe to say that Anna-Marie had become a functioning alcoholic. Michael told his daughter that she should go live with him, a choice that would have been the smart one. But at some point Helena had gained a sense that she needed to stick around and try to help her mother.
She was fifteen when Helena was informed about a special school, one for kids that were like her. At first this made no sense to her, but after thinking about the odd feelings she got whenever she was around people, it began to make sense. Helena never told her parents what this school really was, just saying that it was a private school for kids who had been selected based off their academic records and she had already decided that she was going.
falling from your grace
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Alexandra sat in her Challenger, a newspaper in her hands as she read through the articles, looking for anything interesting. So far she wasn't having a lick of luck, which considering all of the activity that had been happening over the past year, she was surprised. Sighing, Alex rubbed her eyes and let out a small yawn, reaching to her radio to turn down the country song that was coming from her speakers. She was sitting in the parking lot of a bar that was in between cities, a rather strategic spot if she said so herself. Alex had been in the parking lot for a little over an hour now, going in only once when she first got here just to get a paper and then had immediately gone back outside.
Sitting sideways in her driver seat, Alexandra's booted feet were sitting on her dash, stretching almost all the way across the inside of her car. Reaching underneath her outstretched legs she grabbed the coffee she had bought earlier in the day. By now the hot mocha was cold, but it didn't diminish the taste any, but it was the last few sips of the coffee and so the flavored syrup and chocolate had all settled on the bottom, making the last few sips thick and rather strong. Half way through a rather boring article about some football team or another, Alex flipped to the obituaries and skimmed through them. There were three deaths that she circled with a pen, chewing on the pen cap as she did so. That was what she needed...hard caramel candies...then maybe she could stop chewing on her pen caps.
Rolling up the paper Alex brought her legs down, accidentally honking her horn as her knee hit the middle of her steering wheel. She jumped slightly at the loud noise and looked around the parking lot, only spotting one person. She tilted her head slightly, taking in his appearance, and couldn't help but laugh. Maybe it was just her, but he looked an accountant. Turning off her car, Alex stepped out and stuck the rolled up newspaper into her back pocket before going to her trunk and unlocking it. She pulled a hand gun from a duffel bag, looking around to make sure no one was watching her, and stuck it into the waistband of her jeans, pulling her black tank top over the gun. It wasn't noticeable unless someone really looked, and even if they did, what were they going to do?
Closing the trunk she spotted the man in the trench coat looking at his phone before putting it back in his pocket, once again standing in front of the bar, looking somewhat lost. There was a roar and a bike drove past her, causing the blonde woman to turn her head slightly to watch the large man on his bike drive past. He made his way into the bar and Alex started walking towards the building, trying to make a decision in her head before she got up there. Stopping next to the man that she earlier dubbed an accountant, she asked, "you look a little lost. Waiting for someone?"
Sitting sideways in her driver seat, Alexandra's booted feet were sitting on her dash, stretching almost all the way across the inside of her car. Reaching underneath her outstretched legs she grabbed the coffee she had bought earlier in the day. By now the hot mocha was cold, but it didn't diminish the taste any, but it was the last few sips of the coffee and so the flavored syrup and chocolate had all settled on the bottom, making the last few sips thick and rather strong. Half way through a rather boring article about some football team or another, Alex flipped to the obituaries and skimmed through them. There were three deaths that she circled with a pen, chewing on the pen cap as she did so. That was what she needed...hard caramel candies...then maybe she could stop chewing on her pen caps.
Rolling up the paper Alex brought her legs down, accidentally honking her horn as her knee hit the middle of her steering wheel. She jumped slightly at the loud noise and looked around the parking lot, only spotting one person. She tilted her head slightly, taking in his appearance, and couldn't help but laugh. Maybe it was just her, but he looked an accountant. Turning off her car, Alex stepped out and stuck the rolled up newspaper into her back pocket before going to her trunk and unlocking it. She pulled a hand gun from a duffel bag, looking around to make sure no one was watching her, and stuck it into the waistband of her jeans, pulling her black tank top over the gun. It wasn't noticeable unless someone really looked, and even if they did, what were they going to do?
Closing the trunk she spotted the man in the trench coat looking at his phone before putting it back in his pocket, once again standing in front of the bar, looking somewhat lost. There was a roar and a bike drove past her, causing the blonde woman to turn her head slightly to watch the large man on his bike drive past. He made his way into the bar and Alex started walking towards the building, trying to make a decision in her head before she got up there. Stopping next to the man that she earlier dubbed an accountant, she asked, "you look a little lost. Waiting for someone?"
This app was created by Alex or twistedimagination1315 on CAUTION 2.0. Now if you wish to borrow this please give her her credit for this. Or she'll summon computer demons to taunt you for eternity
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