Bianca Skye
Nov 16, 2012 9:27:49 GMT -8
Post by Sammie on Nov 16, 2012 9:27:49 GMT -8
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About the character
``Name;; Bianca Skye
``Nicknames;; None
``Age;; 16
``Gender;; Female
``Birthday;; February 29th
``Grade;; 11th
``Heritage;; Italian/Irish/Scottish
``Orientation;; Straight
Appearance
``Eyes;; Blue-green
`` Hair;; Long, wavy auburn locks
``Height;; 5' 3"
``Weight;; 120 lbs.
``Body Type;; Slim and athletic
``Skin Color;; Light tan
``Tattoos/piercings/scars;; For tattoos, Bianca has a phoenix on her upper back and a tribal tattoo in a circle around her upper right arm. She has her hips pierced with bars, her belly button pierced, her ears pierced, and snakebites. All of her scars are hidden.
``Dress style;; Bianca has a very understated style. She wears nice clothes and always looks her best, but she doesn't over-do it. When wearing jeans, she always sticks with skin-tight denim. Bianca normally wears jeans or shorts with nice blouses or T-shirts. Heels, fashionable boots, and hightop sneakers are her choices for footwear.
``Overall;; Bianca is a gorgeous young woman. Her soft, shiny hair falls in a tumble of auburn waves down her back, reachingto about her elbows. Her skin is smooth and flawless, marred only by tattoos, scars, and a small splatter of freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She is average height, and is always slim despite the massive amounts of food she consumes. Her eyes are a sparkling blue-green that always twinkle with sly amusment.
Personality
``Likes;; Bianca is an avid reader and writer; she is constantly searching for new material and writing her own books and poems. She's had nothing published yet, but she would like to. Bianca also enjoys singing. Ever since she was a little girl, Bianca has had a sweet, crystal clear voice, perhaps a sign of the avian DNA that has been a part of her since conception. Bianca also enjoys cooking, and is always throwing together a new concoction. Decorating and organizing are also a like of hers. She sometimes deliberately messes up her room so that she can clean it and organize it once more. Lastly, Bianca throws herself into exercising and working out whenever the occasion rises. Thus, she is not muscular and built like a guy, but she is extremely strong.
``Dislikes;; The one thing that Bianca hates most are spiders. Any time she sees one, shivers crawl up her spine like eight spidery legs. Bianca is also not a fan of annoying people and people who think they know it all. She is very down to Earth, and therefore cannot stand it when people act 'above it all'. Bianca also can't stand sea food. Just the smell of it makes her want to vomit; all she can think about is an icky lake when she smells fish. Despite her compassionate demeanor, Bianca really can't stand children. Babies, toddlers, and young teenagers she can do, but anything in between just bugs her. One other thing that Bianca doesn't like is dancing. She's not horrible, she just hates dancing in front of people. When she's alone in her room, she'll dance around while listening to music, but that's about it.
``Hobbies;; One of the few things that keeps Bianca sane is writing her songs and singing them while she plays her acoustic guitar. After the instrument caught her eye at a garage sale, she taught herself how to play and started writing her own music. Another is riding horses. Anything to do with animals, Bianca loves. To Bianca, animals are the most wonderful creatures on Earth. They can't lie, they can't steal, and they don't hate. In other words, they're not human. One last hobby of Bianca's is working on automobiles. Her father taught her everything he knew about cars when she was younger, and thus Bianca continues with the hobby to this day, keeping his memory alive.
``Quirks;; Bianca never stops cracking her knuckles. She started when she was young, and then she couldn't stop. Bianca knows it's a terrible habit and will most likely end up with arthritis, but she doesn't really care. Actually, she cracks just about every bone in her body that has a possibility to crack. Another quirk of Bianca's is that she talks to herself a lot. When she's in her room alone, she'll almost have a conversation with herself. An example of said conversation would be: "Ooh, I think I want to wear that shirt tomorrow.. But I don't know, I wanted to wear these jeans and those two don't really go together.." Basically, what most people would say inside their heads, Bianca says out loud. A last quirk she has is that she refuses to eat at Wendy's because they serve square hamburgers. To Bianca, hamburgers were meant to be circular!
``Flaws;; One of Bianca's main flaws is that she smokes like a chimney. She knows the sideaffects, she knows it will kill her, but she really doesn't care. She knows that she will die someday no matter what she does, so she might as well enjoy the life she has. Another of her flaws is that she is a notorious party animal. If there is a good enough party around, you will find Bianca at it, alcoholic beverage in hand. Her last main flaw is that she is constantly correcting people and saying exactly what she thinks. If you're wrong, she'll tell you. If she thinks you're an idiot, she'll tell you.
``Secrets;; Bianca's main secret is that she used to cut herself. There are scars going up and down the inside of her forearms, but she covers them well. Sometimes she still feels the urge, but she talks herself through it and doesn't let herself sink back to that level. Her other fairly large secret is that she watched both of her parents die at the same time when she was twelve. After that, she ran away, but the gruesome sight was burned into her conciousness.
``Personality;; Bianca is a fairly decent person all around. She never lies, but sometimes people say she should, because she is extremely talented at hurting people with the truth. She believes that even white lies are pointless and they just make her angry. Bianca is always happy, or she at least pretends to be. She doesn't let people see her when she's upset, and she hides it with a precision that is hard to match. Bianca is a lot of fun to be around, and can take things seriously, but likes to joke around and have fun. Parties are where she wants to be, and she makes as much time for them as she can. Other than that, Bianca is simply loud, outgoing, rambunctious, fiercly loyal, she stands out against a neutral background.
History
``Mom;;
``Dad;;
``Sibling(s);; None
``Pet(s);; A domesticated wolf that Bianca raised from a pup follows her everywhere. When she flies, her wolf lopes along below her, almost directly in her shadow. The large, male, black wolf's name is Kamen. While staying at Stone Brook, Kamen lives in the forest with Bianca checking up on him.
``Other;; Absolutely none.. Poor Bianca!
``History;; Bianca had an unusual childhood. Her mother and father were poor at the time of her conception, and due to their desperate need for money, they let semi-insane (but very rich) scientists experiment on the developing fetus that was to become Bianca. When she was born, the scientists expected her to be either deformed or to have some special abilities. However, at the time of her birth, she was just like any other newborn child. Due to this, the scientists let her remain with her parents. What they didn't know was that her gifted DNA was slumbering inside her cells and wouldn't become active for a few years. When she was three, she grew her wings, and her parents knew that the scientists had achieved what they had hoped to. Bianca's mother and father knew that if they revealed Bianca's growth to the scientists, they would take her away. Thus, they kept her a secret. Unfortunately, when she was twelve, the scientists checked back up on her and discovered the fact that they had succeeded. They tried to force her parents to hand her over, but when they didn't, the scientists hired mercenaries to murder them and kidnap Bianca. They succeeded in killing Bianca's parents, but before they could capture the young girl, she flew away and disappeared. She has lived on the run for four years, but now, she has discovered Stone Brook...
``Powers/Abilities/Gifts;; Bianca was injected with gifted DNA when she was in utero. Due to the DNA that was spliced into her cells, Bianca grew wings that were actually able to lift her off of the ground. She also discovered that all animals can communicate with each other. Because of her gifted DNA, Bianca can communicate with any animal she desires, through a mental projection of her thoughts.
``Role Play Sample;; "Emma! Get UP!" Wonderful. Woken up by the oh-so-gentle screaming voice of my father, George McLaughlin. Yelling at me to drag myself out of my warm, cozy bed? I think not. It was June, the beginning of my summer vacation. I rarely went to bed before midnight (depending on what had occured the night before) and you don't even want to be around me if I'm woken up before noon. Granted, I can occasionally wake mySELF up earlier than that, but so help me if anyone else tries they are lucky to keep their hands attached to their wrists. Especially if they pull the blankets off of me. God, I hate that. That whole system was one of my many quirks, but I happen to like everything about me.
I groaned and rolled over as the blinds of my window were thrown skyward. Bright yellow sunlight flooded my large room and shined down upon my peacefully resting face. It also happened to scorch the outsides of my eyelids. I had burned my cornea putting contact neutralizer in my eye a week ago. Go figure. "Da-ad!" I whined, then threw my multi-colored comforter over my head.
"Emma Jade McLaughlin," Uh-oh. I knew I was in for it the second my dad used my full name. I honestly think my parents were the only two people on the planet who knew my middle name. Other than John, of course... but we'll get to him later. My dad continued, his voice taking on that deep timbre of the 'threatening parent'. "If you do not get your lazy ass out of bed THIS instant, I will head to the airport without giving you a single detail.
Crap. Any time the airport is mentioned in my household it means my dad was leaving for however long. It varied every time. You see, my dad works for some secret branch of the government (when I finally had the courage to ask him what it was called he went all serious on me and said 'That is something I will make sure you never have to know'. Whatever. But whenever my dad has left, seeing as he obviously can't take me with him if I can't even know who or what he works for, I've always been left alone to care for the house and animals for no more than a few weeks at a time when he leaves for his 'missions'. I've had some crazy parties in my time!
I rolled out of bed and snatched my silky black robe from where I dropped it next to my bed last night. Pulling it over my tank top and shorts, I tied the cord and yawned hugely. Stumbling a bit and fighting off the minor hangover I knew was on the way, I followed my broad-shouldered father out to our fancy (yet understated) living room where he sat me down on our new(ish) gray colored couch.
I pulled a hair tie off of my wrist and yanked my strawberry brunette hair into a messy bun, my bangs falling out and framing my oval face. "So, how long is it going to be this time?" I asked him, already knowing that he was leaving. Still in my half-asleep, half-drunk stupor, what he said next completely blew away the small part of my mind that was able to pay attention to him.
"Eight months," he told me in a grim voice. Holy hell, THAT woke me up! My hazel eyes popped wide with shock and my full pink lips dropped open. I did a double take, my brain still picking apart his words and analyzing them. How the hell did my father expect a seventeen year old girl to live on her own for eight months? Especially a seventeen year old girl who only claimed a part time job working at a stable. What was he thinking?
I leaped off the couch once my groggy mind fully realized what my dad had said. "What?!" I nearly screeched. "You're leaving me for eight freaking months?! How can you do this to me? I'm you're daughter!" I ranted. My open-mouthed shock did not seem to affect my father. In fact, he seemed almost indifferent. That enraged me even more.
"Emma, I know it seems like a long time-" he began, but I cut him off almost as soon as he started speaking.
"Seems?" I asked in disbelief. "It IS a long time!" I flopped back onto the couch, my hands falling into my lap to remain there, useless.
"Emma," my dad said again, much more calm than I was and with an almost pleading tone in his voice. "I have faith that you can do this! And it's not like I had much of a choice about this one, honey. This assignment was given to me by President Obama himself. If I turn him down then I'll get fired." My dad dropped his gaze, his voice softer. "And we both know that's not an option right now." I knew he was referring to the fact that my mother had left us a mere year ago to run off with some younger man that was obviously a better choice than the family she had already started.
"B-but.. how am I going to afford groceries, and bills, an-and school supplies! And when school starts I won't be able to work as much and... and-" I began hyperventilating. Rapid bursts of air dragged between my lips, and I was aware of them, but they didn't seem to be filling my lungs all the way. Hell, not even halfway.
"Emma, calm down. Breathe." I tried to follow his advice and calm my stuttering heartbeat and faltering breaths. I stopped breathing altogether for a moment and when I began again I inhaled deeply, calming some of the tremors that shivered up my spine and were visible in my trembling hands. My father rubbed my back in soothing circles, reassuring me. His touch brought back fond memories of childhood, and I looked back on all the times I felt safe and warm in his protection. It also brought back how much more it hurt when he left and I, a little girl, longed for that protection.
