Post by axelle rosa on Jun 2, 2013 13:27:45 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;] PERMANENT RECORD  NAME: Axelle Blanche Rosa AGE: 16 GENDER: Despite popular belief, female HEIGHT: 5’5 FACE CLAIM: Aya Brea from Parasite Eve. DESCRIPTION AND PERSONALITY: With a heart-shaped face and gentle features, accented with a touch of makeup, Axelle is a pretty girl, one who knows this fact very well. She is an albino, causing her skin, eyes, and hair to be extremely pale. Due to this, she is oversensitive to light, as it hurts her eyes more so than a normal person’s, and UV rays tend to burn her skin more easily. Her eyes are grey in coloring, with a ring of red around them. Because of the lack of pigmentation and increased photophobia in her eyes, Axelle as rather poor eyesight, corrected by her red wireframe glasses and her contacts. Her figure, while not an hourglass, is curvy with lean muscles. Her hair, while not eye-catching due to its lack of color, is cut in a feature framing pixie cut. Clothing-wise, she tends to wear either dresses or tank tops and jeans. Axelle is a very playful and friendly individual. She often gives people nicknames, and enjoys flirting, whether it’s to toy with the person or simply because they’ve caught her attention. However, she is unwilling to open up to people, unless they’ve proven that she can trust them completely. Axelle values her family and those she calls her friends highly, and is more than willing to put her life on the line for their safety. While not violent in nature, if pushed far enough, Axelle will lash out and attack. She likes dancing, reading, cooking, drawing, Monty Python, animals, and most video games and action movies. Axelle hates with a passion many things such as romantic novels, the Twilight series, the character Axel from Kingdom Hearts games, French stereotypes, and bugs. Due to her upbringing in Paris, she has a noticeable French accent (example: happy is pronounced by her as appy). Also due to this upbringing, she isn’t well schooled in American customs or mannerisms. HISTORY Axelle was born to her loving parents, Luc and Cheryl Rosa. Luc was an artist in Lillie, France, while his British wife was a writer. Always intending to name their first daughter Blanche, the two ended up making it her middle name, as they viewed it wrong to name their albino child ‘white’. Instead, they named her after a musician, due to the help of their young son. The family moved to Paris, where they enrolled Axelle (4) and her elder brother (10), Saul, in dance and martial arts lessons respectively. The two were very close, and balanced each other out. While she was flirty and playful, he was reserved and protective. Even with a six year age difference, the two would make time to hang out or support each other in something, be it recitals or tournaments. It was because of his advice after a particularly trying dance lesson, that Axelle devoted herself to the art. Truly, that’s where one could say her love lies. In the graceful dances she learned, she became alive. All of her instructors stated that she was destined for the stage; that one day the world would gasp in awe at her refined and delicate movements. But destiny is a funny thing, as anyone knows. And that idealistic one was not destined to be hers. POWERS AND ABILITIES Bilingual: She can speak both French and English, although her English is tainted by her accent. Physical Abilities: Axelle is very graceful and flexible due to her many years of dance. Although not a martial artist, she has basic self-defense training, thanks to Saul. Chlorokinesis: Fouet (the French word for whip) can manipulate plants. While she cannot turn a plant into something it is not, like a lily into a man-eating abomination, she can edit the properties of one, like extending a rose’s stem in order to make a thorn covered whip. However, in order to do this, she must be touching the plant at the time. With training, she will be able to control the plants simply with her mind, as opposed to having to have contact with them, as well as accelerate/revert the plant’s growth. As she attacks with plants, they can be destroyed the same as any normal plant. ROLE-PLAYING SAMPLE Axelle stepped out of the theater, pulling her jacket tightly over her green costume. She turned around, grinning at the tall man behind her. Saul returned the grin, handing her a bouquet of pink roses as he brushed his brunette locks out of her face. She took them, and asked, “’Ow did I do, mon frère?” “It was agonizing, ma petite puce,” he replied, smirking as she smacked him. “I’m not a flea!” “You look like one, ma soeur.” At her indignant huff, Saul laughed, “You put everyone to shame tonight. I’m sorry that Maman et Papa couldn’t make it.” “Papa’s work was being showcased tonight,” Axelle smiled. “I wish I could have been there.” “I assure you, your dance was far more beautiful than any work in the Louvre.” She giggled at his compliment as they made their way down the street, the busy city’s lights guiding them. The walk went by smoothly, until they were halfway home. It was at that time that a man called from an alleyway. <<Hey girl, why don’t you come over here and help me out?>> <<Not interested,>> Saul called back, pushing his sister behind him protectively. The man stepped out of the alley, yellowed teeth gleaming in the moonlight. <<Why don’t you let the girl decide?>> <<Why don’t you back off?>> <<Saul, let’s just go,>> Axelle murmured, grabbing his arm. The man started towards them, pointing something Axelle couldn’t see at them. <<You’re not going anywhere, girl,>> the man growled. Saul’s dark eyes widened, turning to shove Axelle away from him, the roses slipping from her fingers, just as a deafening sound rang out. He made a gurgling sound, crimson blood dripping from his lips as he crumpled to the ground. “SAUL!” Axelle screamed, scrambling to his side. Blood gushed from his throat, his chocolate eyes staring up at her unseeing. Tears filled her eyes as she attempted to slow the bleeding. “No, you can’t be de-wake up! WAKE UP!” <<He’s not going to wake up,>> the man informed her, pointing the gun at her. Axelle turned to look at him, features contorting with fury. She reached out, slim fingers finding and gripping the stem of one of the roses Saul had given her. She stood up slowly, imaging the stem turning into some sort of whip. A strange feeling cascaded through her nerves, focusing in the hand she held the rose. It felt like the sun was gently warming her frozen form. <<Neither will you,>> she replied callously, snapping her arm out in the same way one would a whip. The man let out a stunned shriek as the stem, which had lengthened considerably, snapped out and wrapped around the pistol. Axelle’s pale eyes widened in astonishment at the, for lack of a better term, rose whip her fingers were curled around. How had she done that? Made a whip from a flower/. How was that even possible? She dropped the whip, stepping backwards in her shock. She watched, along with the stunned murderer, as the whip reverted to a flower once again. Her brother’s killer tossed the pistol into the streets, and stumbled away from both her and his gun, eyes wide and showing every emotion he was feeling. Shock. Fear. Hatred. <<Get away from me, you freak. Mutant!>> Mutant? How could she be a mutant? All she had done was attempt to get justice for Saul’s wrongful death. The police arrived moments later, followed shortly by foreigners claiming to be like her. Special. A mutant. application was passed by username | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 40px;] F O U E T |
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