Post by floysirius on Sept 26, 2009 12:31:49 GMT -5
PLAYER INFO:[/b] English / Lit [II]
Name: Leilo Love
Age: 15 (Now)
Preferred Way to be Contacted: PM
Other Characters Played: None
CHARACTER INFO:
Name: Amaranth Vermillion
Age: 13
Birthdate: 9/13/1978
Year in School: Freshman
Type: Demon
Powers: Chlorokinesis , Psychometry, Super Intelligence
Affiliation: Evil
DESCRIPTION:
Physical Description: Amaranth is small for her age, to the point where she is often confused for an elementary school student. She is thin to the extreme, and walks with the silent stealth of a predator in the wild. She is often described as “cute” by those who chance her company, but most are naturally uneasy around her. Amaranth doesn't speak to people often, but can be found whispering to trees and animals, alone. She is pale as a ghost, and could be mistaken for an albino, going just on her slightly transparent skin. She has silver-blue eyes.
Style: Amaranth She has a stoic look most of the time, but her eyes seem sad and too old for her actual age. Her expression makes her seem as if she has seen things which most people couldn't imagine, and she rarely seems to be completely there. She looks a bit like Elle Fanning, but with short black hair. She has her hair cut in a choppy pixie-cut. She usually neglects to wear shoes, and paints the nails on her fingers and her toes black. She wears loose plaid shirts, rip-kneed jeans (which didn't come ripped, but she is always messing around in trees and in nature in general, so they always get ripped), which she sometimes will wear rolled up. She wears eyeliner, and paints designs on her face in liquid liner.
Style:Amaranth She has a stoic look most of the time, but her eyes seem sad and too old for her actual age. Her expression makes her seem as if she has seen things which most people couldn't imagine, and she rarely seems to be completely there. She looks a bit like Elle Fanning, but with short black hair. She has her hair cut in a choppy pixie-cut. She usually neglects to wear shoes, and paints the nails on her fingers and her toes black. She wears loose plaid shirts, rip-kneed jeans (which didn't come ripped, but she is always messing around in trees and in nature in general, so they always get ripped), which she sometimes will wear rolled up. She wears eyeliner, and paints designs on her face in liquid liner.
Looks Like: Elle Fanning
Personality: She has always been a sharp girl, but she often neglects to show up for classes. She is an avid reader, and is especially interested in dark magic. She was brutalized as a small child, and for this bears some deep emotional scars. She is reluctant to socialize, and prefers to immerse herself in mother nature. She possesses a deep seated hatred in mankind, because of the way humans have devastated her beloved Earth. She has always been an outcast, and never truly had a human-type friend. She amused herself as a child by thwarting hunters with her magic.
She always scores superior on exams, despite her apparent lack of interest in formal education. She never studies when she is told, but loves to read educational material at leisure. She always seats herself in a back corner of any classroom, and abhors every aspect of “group work”. When given a group assignment, she is most likely to resign herself to her own little corner in the group, and never speaks unless absolutely necessary. She has only fallen in love once, and only to be rejected from that boy in the most painful means of rejection, and was humiliated to the point where she ended up attempting to hang herself from a tree, but the tree wouldn't allow it, and it spoke to her with a maternal voice, in the language of the trees. She never thought of the boy again.
She hates to be confined to the indoors, and sleeps outside. The world is her bedroom, and she loves to sleep under the stars. She is not as boring and introverted as she seems at school, when she is in her natural habitat. She is a free spirit, and runs around like a little kid on a sugar high in the wild. She loves to talk to trees, plants, and to play with wolves. She listens to the drama of every animal and plant, and she gives informed advice, just as a social butterfly would in a human setting. She is bright eyed when she is alone with nature, and this has been witnessed by a human only once, when she was completely carried away in her nature games, and wasn't totally aware of the birds warnings. She has a child's curiosity, and her favorite teachers are trees, who have been around much longer than school teachers, and have much more wisdom to give, in her opinion. She would rather learn by observation and experimentation, than by simply bombarding school teachers with shallow questions like many girls do. She has the gift of determination, which makes it impossible for her to sit idle when she has a question. When in nature, her mind and body move at the same excited pace, and the world is hers to explore. She will stop at nothing to protect what she loves, and to save her beloved mother nature is her life's quest, even if it means annihilating the humans who are a threat to nature.
SCHOOL LIFE:
Classes taking:
➺ History of Magic
➺ Magical Ethics
➺ Potion Making
➺ Vanquishing [II]
➺ [Elemental Magic]
➺ [Psychic Abilities ]
Favorite Class: Vanquishing
Least Favorite Class: History of Magic
Subject Best At: Vanquishing
Subject Worst At: Magical Ethics
Length of Time at Magic School:[/size] First Year
HOME LIFE:
Residence: None. She lives in the forest, and sleeps in trees. When forced into a housing situation, she has a gift for sneaking away to the trees. She was in foster care, but gave her non-magical foster family and social worker the slip.
Family:
➺Mother: Mother: Rosemary Vermillion, Demon, 26 (at time of death), Elemental Magic (Deceased)
➺Siblings:Carmine Vermillion, Demon, 13, Super Intelligence, Levitation, Aerokinesis (Assumed Dead) and Indigo Vermillion, Demon, 4 (at time of death), Pyrokinesis (Deceased)
History: Amaranth and her twin sister were raised in a shabby little shack in the middle of the French Countryside, by their mother and her landlord. The landlord was a drunken fool, who took his entertainment from watching Amaranth, Carmine, Indigo, and their mother suffer. He raped, beat, and tortured all of the Vermillion girls, and there was nobody for miles who could help the girls, or hear their screams. The landlord raped and beat Indigo for the first time when she was four years old, and then unleashed his sadistic wrath upon her all night, while her mother was unconscious from an especially rough beating.
Indigo died of internal bleeding, and Carmine and Rosemary weren't in the best of shape either. Amaranth had been talking to the trees when Carmine's Twin Telepathy sent a distress signal to her, and she raced home, only to find her mother and younger sister unconscious and bleeding, and her twin barely conscious on the ground. Carmine managed to relay the Landlord's location to Amaranth, before loosing consciousness herself. Amaranth then proceeded to murder the Landlord using her magic, despite her mother's constant stress on never revealing her power to anyone. She then killed the Landlord's cruel friends, and only received news of their deaths when she, her mother, and Carmine relocated in the city.
Amaranth's little family unit was hit hard by the illnesses of the European slums, and without magic, they were also targets of burglary and other such crimes which are common in poverty ridden areas of any country. Amaranth's mother sickened after Indigo's funeral, and died soon thereafter, leaving the twins (at ten years old) to fend for themselves. Indigo never felt the need to beg, like Carmine did, because she was perfectly contented in living in the wild without an oppressive roof over her head. Carmine and Amaranth were discovered one day, by a scout-like official, who was hired to find the Vermillion girls, in order to place them into the Magical World. However, in order for them to attend school, they needed to live under a Non-Magical families roof, which was a last minute modification made to their situation, made in the Magic Court. This mix of Magic and Non-Magic in their lives was intended as a positive, but was all but positive, owing to the fact that their foster parents were both very involved in their foster kids lives, and wanted to know what they were doing in school, which proved an obstacle for the girls, who also weren't allowed to make their Magic known to their Non-Magic Relations. The foster parents were okay people, most of the time, but they never allowed the girls to wander alone, being overprotective as they were, afraid of the shady character around the English Suburbia. Amaranth couldn't tolerate this, and fell ill when she was away from Nature for too long, so she often missed classes to be with the trees. Carmine didn't care much for the foster family either; but for different reasons. Carmine despised secrets, and hated not letting people in on her identity. So, it was nearly unbearable to be living with people who, essentially, knew nothing about her, and yet they were supposed to be her family.
Amaranth and Carmine ran away, when they finally couldn't take it anymore, bewitching their bikes to fly, and enjoying a night of sky biking. The twins traveled to the Magic dominated portion of the city. However, their plans to fly over the Magic-Non-Magic World divider proved flawed, when an invisible barrier sent them flying from the impact. Carmine disappeared into the night, and Amaranth (who had always been superior to Carmine on bikes) managed to cling to the handle bars (likely because of her tree climbing experience, since she had learned to find a grip when she slipped), and brought her bike to a safe landing. Amaranth searched for her sister for many days, but was eventually taken into the custody of the Magical Authorities, and then was sent to an Boarding School for Magical Children, where she never spoke to anyone, and spent most of her time (outside of classes) in the School Gardens.
Amaranth attempted to find her father once, but turned up a cold trail, and gave up the search. Feelings of loneliness and guilt tormented her from then on, which account for her melancholy demeanor, and the fact that she never smiles. She blames herself for the death of her younger sister; since she wasn't there to stand up to the Landlord, being carried away by her childish wonder in the wild. She blames herself for her mother's death; since she had not saved her sister, which had caused her mother to be consumed by her grief, and robbed her of her will to live. Amaranth's deepest regret, however, is the “death” of her twin sister.
Carmine had been Amaranth's best friend, the only person who understood her, her playmate, her connection to the world of humans and reality. Carmine had been the one person, whom Amaranth had ever felt comfortable confiding in with her fears, hopes, and her ideas. Ideas which had lead to Carmine's “demise”. However, Amaranth is wrong about her sister. Her biggest regret is unfounded, because Carmine is alive and well. You might even say that Carmine is and was better off than Amaranth; living in a big house, with an adoptive family, with her own nicely furnished room, her own friends, and her own normal life. However, Carmine had no knowledge of her sister's existence, having lost all of her memories of herself, magic included, in her fall. She had been adopted by the wealthy parents of the boy who found her crumpled form on the sidewalk. Her bike was broken; it's frame bent beyond recognition; yet Carmine was very much in tact, for the most part. Amaranth mourned without cause.
Any Extra Information: Amaranth suffered much, after surviving her own escape plan, without so much as a scratch to show for. Carmine had suffered memory loss, but not enough to impair her, for the most part, and even retained most of her potential intelligence. However, Carmine always felt that there was something missing in her life, though she never told anybody but her Diary. She lead a charmed life; dated the most popular guy in school, received straight A's in her Non-Magical school; and still, she felt like there was a hole in her stomach, a hollowness within. Amaranth felt the weight of her dead sisters and her mother, keeping her down, leaving her little appetite, and stunting her growth. Amaranth grew bitter, from guilt and a loneliness, which she was unaware of. She hated socialization, and only looked people in the eye when she was in the Non-Magical world, hoping something in someone's expression would have something about her twin, something she could extract. It was in this mode of careful observation that she first laid eyes on her first love.
Any Extra Information: Ummm...she likes candy? [/size]
SAMPLE WRITING:
His name was Collin; sandy blond hair, bright green eyes, a few adorable sun freckles, and a heavy Australian accent. He was climbing a tree. Amaranth surveyed him, at first, with mild interest, not quite paying attention. It was when he told his friend; an attractive blond girl, with a posh flair about her; to leave him with his tree, that Amaranth began to make her way towards him, without having consciously decided on this course of action. Up close, he was hard to ignore.
His skin was a sun bronze, which complimented his slightly sun bleached hair. It was when Amaranth effortlessly traveled the coarse branches to lay about a foot above Collin, that he first noticed her. The surprise of seeing a pale little girl in “his tree”, was enough to make the boy lose his balance. He shouted an expletive, and Amaranth was already there, gripping him by the ankles, as if he weighed nothing at all. He found himself right-side up again, straddling a thick branch, painfully. Amaranth, his pale savior girl, was leaning against a neighboring branch, her head inclined slightly to the left.
Her expression, smooth and distant, as if she were lost half in contemplation, was rather unnerving. Collin's mind spun with the appropriate reaction; thank her, fear her, shut up and let her speak; and he nearly lost his grip again. Amaranth smiled, slightly, a strange phenomenon, for she seemed to emit melancholy even in the act of smiling. Collin studied her, and his first reaction to her smile was to be startled by it; or rather, to be taken aback by the haunting beauty of it. She couldn't have been more than six years old, yet she seemed too serious to be a child at all.
“What's your name?” He finally said, after his heart had slowed to it's usual pulse.
“Amaranth.” He was surprised by her accent, French. She seemed to have lost her train of thought, because she looked at him then, closer, as if taking into account every bit of his physical appearance, and filing it away for future reference. It made Collin uncomfortable. Most people didn't scrutinize his face the way the little girl, Amaranth, did.
Maybe it's a French thing? He thought. Whatever it was, it was rather disconcerting, like many things about this little girl. The girl finally seemed to have memorized everything about his appearance, and switched into another mode; interrogation.
“How old are you, Collin?” Amaranth inquired, in an even tone, which did not belong to a girl of her age.
He froze. How does she know my name? The fact that this strange little creature did know his name, and seemed to know other things too; like how to defy the laws of physics; chilled Collin. As frightening as she was, Collin decided to answer, hating to be rude to such a pretty little girl, especially since she had just saved him from a twenty or thirty foot fall, on his head.
“I'm thirteen, how about you?” He fought to control his voice.
“Eleven, but it really doesn't matter.”
Now, that was a strange answer. Thought Collin, but he didn't say so.
“Do you like heights, Collin?” Amaranth said, in picking her words carefully.
What kind of a question is that? Collin's pulse quickened when he began to think of exactly what kind of a question it was. “Um, not particularly.”
This seemed to puzzle the little girl, and she gave him an odd, questioning look, which was altogether quite endearing, but Collin said nothing of it. “Then, why do you climb trees, then?” Amaranth inquired.
This seemed another silly question, at first. But, when Collin thought about it for a moment, it seemed quite a logical thing to ask, and more embarrassingly, he hadn't a good answer for her. “Um, well, I dunno.”
That seemed to satisfy the girl, momentarily. Amaranth's expression shifted, ever so slightly then, and she adopted a half amused, half rueful look. “Who was that girl.”
Collin felt his face reddening, and decided he didn't like where the conversation was going. “A friend. What's it to you?”
Amaranth didn't seem at all offended by this, but she rather seemed to be taking his tone into account, along with all the other mental information she had stored on him. She said nothing for a while. “I suppose it doesn't concern me at all, really.” She moved as if to leave, and seemed to have fallen backwards. Collin made to reach for her, thinking she had slipped, but then got a strange, creepy feeling when he saw that she had taken a hold of a branch below her own. Collin had never noticed that branch before, and he knew this tree as well as his own bedroom, or so he had thought. Amaranth looked back up at him, as if she sensed his astonishment.
“Do you need help getting down, or something.” She looked as if she wasn't expecting an answer. Collin shook his head, still trying to grasp what had just happened.
“No, I can climb quite well, thank you.” As he said this, he reached for a branch behind him, planning to make a point of how well he knew the tree, but gripped empty air. With a yell, Collin fell backward. Amaranth was gripping the back of his sweatshirt, before he could brace himself for the fall.
“Are you sure?” She inquired, the shadow of a smile upon her nymphet features, one eyebrow raised in a charming way.
Collin felt himself turning a deep red, and didn't try to do anything until he was on solid ground. “Thanks.” He muttered, turning away, once he had regained his ability to stand. But, when he turned back, to see what his strange little savior's reaction was this time, he was met with an empty park, save for a few old women at a bench, and a slow-moving jogger. There was nothing near his quick and pale tree spirit in the park. Collin felt the weight of disappointment.
“You're welcome.” Amaranth's voice came from another tree.
Collin was amazed, again by the small creature, who was perched atop a tree, which would have been impossible for Collin, himself, to climb. “How did you--?” He began, only to have his breath taken away, by a perfectly executed mid-air back-flip, and a perfect, silent landing.
“How did I, what?” Amaranth was smiling slightly.
“Never mind.” Collin simply stared at the little creature, until he heard his name called. He turned, to glare fiercely at the “girl” from earlier, Audry. When he turned back, just as he had feared, the pale tree nymphet was gone.[/blockquote][/sup]
