Arianna Ingram
Sept 7, 2011 0:57:19 GMT -5
Post by Arianna Ingram on Sept 7, 2011 0:57:19 GMT -5
[/font][/blockquote]Tell us who you are...Name: Arianna Helen IngramAKA: No nicknames
Age: Seventeen
Orientation: Heterosexual
Affiliation: Student
Gift: Pyrokinesis
This Gift gives her dominion over fire. Her body is a conduit for flame, and she can control outside sources, though the latter is far more difficult. She does not yet have perfect control over the fire she can create herself, and has been known to accidentally set things alight.
Play-By: Jennifer LawrenceMay I ask your story...?
"Beware the ides of March." the soothsayer had said. For Julius Caesar, he'd meant death. For Arianna's family, it would refer to the date of her birth. Perhaps her parents ought to have taken heed as well. This firecracker was born and raised in New York City.
All her life, she's heard that she's the spitting image of her father; the same fair hair, the same stunning blue eyes. Those familiar with her recognize that in personality, she is most certainly her mother's daughter. Bold, brazen, and stubborn are words that come to mind. She is not the sort to back down, and thoroughly enjoys a good fight, be it physical or verbal. She is not without kindness, however; in fact, she is quite friendly, and her loyalty is second to none. Slow to anger she may be, but when she does go off, those around her tend to run for cover. Bouts of insatiable curiosity have a tendency to distract her or lead her into rather dangerous adventures.
The handful that she is, it is unsurprising that she's an only child. Much of her childhood was spent running about the streets with her cousins, Matthew and Leandra. The trio were inseparable. They were her best friends and closest confidence. And so when her gift manifested itself at age thirteen, they were the first to know. They'd been playing catch at some nearby vacant lot when the ball she'd been about to toss, and her entire arm, became engulfed in flames. In shock, she dropped the ball, which had begun to melt under the heat. Strangely, the fire didn't harm her.
This 'gift' absolutely terrified and fascinated her, both repelling and alluring. While alone, she attempt to consciously conjure the flame, only to instantly extinguish it after doing so. She was worried about harming someone, or burning down her home. It was almost a relief when a recruiter came to her door to tell her about St. Gertrude's.
She's been a student ever since. The girl takes power training very seriously, and never fails to miss a lesson. Over the years, she's gotten a better handle on her abilities, to the point where she can avoid bursting into flame during polite conversation. Emotional extremes still manage to get some fire out of her, almost like a defense mechanism. Controlling fire that she has not created has proven possible, but ridiculously difficult. In her spare time, she can be found reading or strumming on a guitar, which she has recently begun to teach herself. She thoroughly enjoys rock music, and is not at all against attending a show every now and then. If one were persistent, she may admit that she has a fondness for comic books.
And the Puppetmaster is...
Name: Ser
Experience: 7 years
How you got here: That ad on tumblr!
Are you ready? Yessss!
Skills. Show them.
It was about ten o'clock at night. Tobias had just gotten off of work, the black t-shirt emblazoned with the Hunter's Moon logo tucked into dark pants and non slip shoes a dead give away. There were few people out; the pavement shone with rainwater from the summer shower that had just let up, and it was terribly humid. He seemed distracted as he walked down the street, eyes on the sidewalk and brow furrowed.
He'd just gotten his first paycheck, y'see. He was no mathematician, but he could tell when he was in trouble. His meager savings were running out; the young werewolf was barely making ends meet. This paycheck would help, obviously, but for how long this amount would suffice, he wasn't sure. Would they give him more hours if he asked? Who knew. It was looking like he may have to get a second job. Maybe he could try getting in at one of the auto shops around here? Would they hire him even though he hadn't finished his degree? He couldn't be sure, but he was awfully pessimistic.
The worry was like a weight on his mind; he couldn't help but feel pessimistic. Needless to say, he was not adjusting well to life in the big city. Monetary issues dogged him at every turn, his apartment was miserably small, and to top it off, he didn't hardly know anyone here. It was times like this that made him very strongly consider joining the local pack. He was a relatively social creature, accustomed to depending on a warm network of family members and close friends for emotional support. He did not have that here. And surely that would be what being in a pack was like, right? Having a community of others to turn to. At the same time, joining the pack would be validating this madness, making real something he'd hoped he'd hallucinated; that he was a werewolf, that there were other werewolves, that there were all sorts of other things that he'd relegated to a land of fairy tales that were in fact real. It was a lot to get used to, to say the least.
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