Post by Kat on Aug 21, 2006 18:56:26 GMT -5
Name: Delphi Imaigne
Nickname: Del
Gender: Female
Power: Delphi is mainly just a medium. At least that is what she calls herself. All this basically means is that she is a human that is very intoned with death. She can sense people who are dead, and where people have died. Sometimes, although luckily not very often, she gets dreams about how people died. Usually these dreams do her no good as she cannot tell where or when these deaths happen, but they make vivid and painful nightmares.
Delphi is also a necromancer. She knows this, but her tendency is to avoid this part of herself utterly. The fact that she can commune, and possibly bring back, those of the dead makes her very uncomfortable. Because of her own fear of death, Delphi has not developed these skills at all. She can hardly use these powers at all, but the possibility is there. There has only been once when she summoned an undead being, and it was rather by accident. She has never attempted to do it again, so whether she could or not is uncertain.
If she really wanted to control her powers it would be most effective to do so using tools. For instance, if she really wanted to commune with the dead, it would be best to do so with a séance, or some similar ritual. Of course, she has never tried to do something like that. In fact, the whole idea scares her practually to--death.
Age: Seventeen
Personality: Delphi is not at all what people would expect from someone who has such dark powers. People tend to think, when they here of her, that she is quiet, angst-ridden and shy, and none of that is true. She has, in fact, a very vibrant personality that is full of life. She loves being around other people and is really outgoing. She is almost instantly likable in the way she seems just to jump into random conversations and trying to comfort loners. She hates for people to seem lonely.
There is more to her seemingly endless want to be with people. If she is distracted by people than she will not notice the tingling that fills her body when she is around somewhere where someone died, and so, she tries very hard to be with people. She surrounds herself with people.
Despite her seemingly friendly personality, Delphi has moods sometimes which are anything but friendly. She can become suddenly snappy, yelling and ranting at anyone who crosses her. The moods are not regular, which has stomped any rumors about it being connected to her ‘time of the month’. Sometimes the images she receives are so vivid and horrible that she cannot quite get over them right away. When she is like this it is best to let her work it out on her own.
General Appearance: Delphi is very innocent in appearance. Her face is thin, but well formed, really more long than thin. Her eyes are the main focus of her face is her huge blue eyes. Her eyes are even more important, because when she does sense dead, or anything else to do with her powers, her eyes glaze over in a way that look like she is focused hard on something that is not there. When her eyes are like this, it is very obvious because they tend to loose color, changing from a vivid blue to a dull gray.
Her skin is pale, but not unnaturally so. Her skin is fairly free of any markings, such as freckles, but a bridge of just those, freckles, crawl across her nose. The freckles are small, but they give Delphi’s face a very kind and comforting look. She has a very kind looking face.
Her lips are usually pulled into a large smile. There color is a dull pink, always, and she usually always paints them over with a shimmery gloss to add fullness as she finds them to be slightly thin. Her cheeks seem to always be devoid of color, and she fixes this with make-up too, as she keeps a small compact of pink blush in the purse she always carries
Her hair falls just past her shoulders in soft layers. She likes to keep her length, but also have a trendy and in-fashion look to it. It naturally has a wave to it, but Delphi painstakingly straightens it with her very trustworthy hair straightener. The color is naturally a light blonde color, bordering on white, and she has always rather disliked the color. All the same, she is too frightened to color over it with dye.
She dresses casually, but she does so in a way that it does not look dumpy. Normally she is found in basic colored tees or tanks with a pair of jeans. Sometime she will dress up her clothing with jewelry and other accessories.
Pic: Delphi!
History: Delphi was born to two normal human parents. They loved their daughter very much. She seemed to be perfect, lovely little blonde-haired baby. Unfortunately, as she aged, she got odder and odder. First it was that she seemed to have conversations with people who were not there, and she had vivid dreams that left her so terrified that she would not sleep for days. She was afraid of the dark until the age of fifteen for one.
They would not admit that the eccentricity of their daughter was not just some television-cultured phase. They kept saying that she would most certainly grow out of it, and that she was not actually seeing, sensing, or doing anything with dead people like she claimed she was. Her parents did cart her to many therapist and doctors, though, claiming she had an issue.
Eventually they gave up, and they deemed their child to be normal enough. She did have friends, and she rarely mentioned the dead people she talked to, and the places where people died anymore. But then Delphi provided them with proof they could not ignore. The dog had been a family pet for as long as the young girl of ten could remember. She loved him more than she could ever admit, but like all dogs, he died. She was so distraught she accidentally gave the dog life again just by willing him so alive with her dreams. The dog was not the dog she remembered, though. He was nothing more than the reanimation of her dog’s body. The image was so horrible for the girl that she never could get over her fear of death.
Her parents had to send her to the school, finally, because they figured that training her skills might be better than just ignoring them.
Pet:Even though Delphi swore she would never have another pet after her dog, the one from when she was ten, life had another idea for her. Delphi watched the kitten get hit by a car, and horrified she ran to her parents to take the little animal to the vet hospital. The kitten ended up loosing a leg, and Delphi had to take the little animal in. She named the kitten Oracle, a play off of Delphi's own name, and she had to keep the little three-legged stray.
Delphi, besides the missing leg, is a very healthy, vibrant animal. He is a small, with lots of fluffy, white fur.
Rping Sample: ((Okay, you’re going to get two. One’s a post I wrote two days ago, so it’s my most recent thing, and an example, albeit a long one, of a normal, IC post. I’ll dig up an intro, too, because those are far more impressive. I’m sorry the sample is not with this character, but I want to get the profile up.))
Somewhere, Ribbon had lost her ten-year-old companion in the cafeteria. That did not mean that Ribbon had eaten by herself, oh, no, she had found a group of people and sat right down with them. The conversation had been quite awkward between the imaginary girl and the group of unsuspecting fourth years, but Ribbon had not noticed. She was blissfully unaware of exactly how annoying she was. She had had fun, even if no one else at her table had.
So she headed to her dorm room, a smile plastered across her pinked cheeks. She was practically skipping back to her dorm, really. On her overly happy way, Ribbon passed people that seemed to be heading to the beach. She did not really know they were going to the beach, but she seemed to see a bunch of people in swimsuits that were heading the direction that Ribbon thought the beach should be in. She had looked very hard on her map of the school. All the thoughts of beach-goers made Ribbon want to go there. She made it to her room, and she started to search through her bag.
For Ribbon, searching meant taking all the stuff out of her bag and flinging it all around the entire room. It was a very messy venture, but Ribbon would pick it all up when she was done. Finally her hand brushed against the odd, stretchy fabric that she identified with swimwear, and she yanked it out and threw it on the bed. She took the large pile of Ribbon-clothing that was lying in a mound next to her, or rather, where her clothes had managed to get thrown, and she shoved it all back in the bag. Organization was for losers.
It took her no time at all to remove her layers of clothing. First she slid out of her skirt, shrinking her waste in just a way so that the skirt, and her white gloves, but that was a coincidence, slid off of her now smaller body. Then she was able to strip the tights off, throw the boa on her pink, fluffy bed. The whole process was taking very little time. The leotard was different, though. It was more skin tight. She was unable to remove it with the perfect, quickened grace she had used for the rest of her clothing. She had to peel the leotard off, the purple fabric un-adhering to her skin. It was almost like peeling off a second skin, really. Soon, though, it was off, and equally thrown on her bed. It had never occurred to her that one of her roommates might walk in on her when she was wearing absolutely nothing, but then, she was not sure it would really matter, at least not to Ribbon.
Her swimsuit was on her in a second. The bright pink coloration making her already oddly pink skin look more vibrant, almost like she had a sunburn. The style of the suit was something only Ribbon would dare to where. Well, either Ribbon or a six year old. The one piece was of a fairly normal shape, but around Ribbon’s waist there was a fringe that formed a kind of odd skirt. After dressing, the girl grabbed a pair of cheap, plastic, star-shaped sunglasses from her nightstand and placed them on her face. They were tacky, metallic, pink plastic and pink-tinted lenses that covered up a majority of Ribbon’s face with the shear size of the shape. Again, they were the kind of thing only ribbon could get away with wearing. Finally she wrapped a Disney towel, printed with a ridiculous print of the usually featured “Disney Princesses” and pranced out the door.
It was shocking that she found the beach with no trouble at all. Normally she would have gotten lost, but Ribbon had found it. She was very proud of herself. Her electric-blue eyes scanned around the beach looking for people she could go hang out with. Her eyes settled on one of the people she had met in the forest. At least she thought she had meet the girl before, because was not she the one with that plant-guy. Yeah, that was it, she was the one she had imagined the rose for. She would be perfect. Ribbon walked over to Jonah, a blissfully happy expression stretched across her face.
”I met you earlier, right? You were with daisy-boy in the forest.”
She pronounced, whipping her towel off her waist and spreading it on the ground next to Jonah. She plopped down on the sand next to her acquaintance. It seemed not to bother, or seem odd to, Ribbon that the other girl was running around in her undergarments.
Another set of eyes was watching the forest spirit, the horned one, Silva. The eyes were large, framed by slightly short lashes. The color of the eyes was unsettled. At first the eyes looked simple and brown, crystalline clear like rich, brown, tannin filled waters of small, forest streams, but upon closer look, that was not such the case. Her eyes were also an odd, murky green color. The green was the color of the forest, really, a massive mixture of textures and all shades of green. The color was uncertain. The two shades seemed to form together into the creatures swirling eyes, neither staying for very long, for they each changed into the other with her every movement. The figure was moving little, though, because she was watching.
Her head poked from behind a tree, so that she was watching the figures at the lake closely: her gaze was mostly settled on Silva, though, because she was most important. The creature, Melia, seemed to appear out of nowhere, too. One moment there had been no eyes, and the next there was a figure huddled on the backside of the tree, using it as a barrier between herself and the other people. She had not expected there to be other people. They were going to be a problem. The creature brushed her small, dainty hand though her tangles of brown hair, and let the tendrils twist and dive as they fell, rearranging themselves along the sides of a heart-shaped face, some falling in the eyes, still swirling with color.
Melia looked very much like a young woman, small in form, with the irrational tendrils of hair falling to her shoulders. She was tiny not only in height, but just in the general way she was built. The fact that she was dwarfed by the huge tree she was sheltering behind did not help her look any taller, though. Her skin was a slightly odd color, though. It was tanned in an impossibly even way, but the oddest part was that it seemed to be hinted slightly green. The darker color of her skin, and the green tones made her blend into the forest almost perfectly. It was hard to see her from amongst the shadows; that was for sure.
Covering her small body, a fabric sheet was tied. The color was, again, a brown one, and it draped lazily around the figure’s body in soft and dynamic waves. The fabric covered all it needed to, but nothing extra, and sometimes, it looked very much like if a strong gust of wind hit her, the fabric would fly away, and leave Melia no longer decent. She really could not care either way. Wrapped around one of her arms, the right was what looked to be a rather thick branch of a tree. The branch was, besides from the fact it was coiled, a perfect example of a tree branch, complete with all the little offshoots and the large leaves. The leaves were forked and had a rather elongated shape. Anyone who knew trees would recognize the shape of an Oak leaf. A similar branch had been woven around to make a crown, the leaves rising in more glory than even gems could bring, and the crown had been perched on her nest of brown hair. Although it looked to be very unstable resting on her head, and the fact there was nothing there to keep it on, the crown never moved or toppled from its place.
Melia never took her gaze off of Silva, even when the deer-centaur appeared. The creature, though, was an abnormality, and Melia was not sure that, even with all the time she had spent in the forest, she had ever seen one. She was young still. She tried to avoid looking at the others, because it was clear to her that they did not really belong. She was still scared, too. The fear was rising up from her insides, the creature of fear rising inside of her and immobilizing her limbs and sewing together her lips. She did manage to shake her head, hoping to dislodge the fear, and sending more of the tendrils of hair flying. Finally she gulped in a long hiss of air, letting it brush between her lips and down into her throat, her lungs expanding, and took the plunge from behind the tree. She was soon standing amongst the others, and facing Silva.
”I am Melia, a Dryad of the eastern woods. May I have your audience?”
She asked, the words forming from her thin lips in a stumble of syllables and sounds. She spoke fast, the nervousness easily found in her soft and pleasant tones. She had, almost instantaneously, dropped into a bow, her left leg pulling back, and her waist forming. Her head was bowed in a gesture of submission that hid the deep crimson color that had washed across her face. She was certainly a nervous creature, and yet, Dryads were known for such reactions.
((So, the brown one’s an entrance and the pink is just an IC, and neither of them are with this character. Sorry 'bout that, but I'm a dreadfully lazy person, and I didn't have the time to write something new. ))
Codeword: The Magic Power.
