Post by Erika Conner (Bellefonte) on Jan 29, 2014 4:53:44 GMT -6
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NAME: Erika Rylie Bellefonte
NICKNAME: Eri, Princess, Dove, Princess-Bellefonte
AGE: 18, March 2nd 1996
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
POSITION: Bellefonte Student
FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev
POWER:Telekinesis & Psionic White NoiseTelekinesis:Erika can manipulate objects with her mind. When her ability touches others, it feels like a prickling, almost ticklish sensation on the body, like a weak form of the feeling you get whenever you lose the blood flow to a body part. Her power usually reaches out for people, tugging at them or their clothes. Her power becomes at its strongest whenever her emotions are out of control (Such as being furious, very depressed/frustrated) as she has trouble controlling it. To Erika, her power almost feels like a second personality, as it often acts out from her subconscious.Erika's ability works in that way that she can lift anything she can physically lift, and the stronger she is mentally, the further she can push that boundary. Basically, telekinesis is a mental ability which relies on mental strength and willpower, and the stronger one is mentally, the more one is capable of lifting. She cannot lift cars or anything similar, but lifting a king sized bed or a chair is something she can do with ease.Erika can use her power to keep objects/beings from moving, lifting objects/hovering them in the air, touching/strangling/pushing/lifting others, to pull objects towards the user or to push objects away from the user, e.g. yanking a book off a shelf or sliding a cup across a table.Limitations:➽ May only be capable of moving objects she can physically move, though with training, she may be able to lift heavier objects, all depending on how strong she is mentally -- but the stronger she is mentally, the more she can push this boundary.➽ Psychic strength may be proportional to user's capacity, meaning an opponent with physical strength stronger than the user's mental strength may break free, or even be immune to the ability altogether.➽ She's only able to move objects she can see.Side Effects:➽ Headaches/migraines➽ Feeling restless➽ Occasional nosebleed➽ Drained energy/feeling tired or exhausted➽ The heavier objects she lifts, the more tired she'll getPsionic White Noise:Basically, the second addition to Erika's power is that she is able to block out mental powers, either on herself or others. She can only use it on two people at the time (along with herself), and the stronger the mental power is, the harder it is for her to block it out. For telepaths, if they try to read her mind, all they will hear is a static like noise instead of thoughts, and for other mental powers, the white noise works more like a wall shielding her from their effects. This power is something she has to purposely turn off and on (though, in stressful situations, it might turn on on itself), therefore it's not constantly on. Erika has also used this to learn how to separate different sensations of who is using mental abilities, and what kind (which basically means she's aware when someone uses mental abilities directed towards her). Like, for example; If someone uses their ability (Mental; Telepathy) on her regularly, she will be able to separate that kind of 'sensation' from whenever someone new uses their power on her. This is the only part of her power that is constantly activated.Limitations:➽ Can only use it on two people at the time➽ Needs to be close to said person to use it, but it works better if she's physically touching them➽ Works only against certain types of mental attacks, but doesn't work at all against physical ones➽ Has to turn it on in order for it to work (in most cases)Side Effects:➽ Headaches➽ Occasionally experiences static noises stuck in her ears➽ Energy drainageSecret, hidden underneath it, Trying hard to keep it. Safely out of reach.Creeping, I can feel it breathing, Calling to the surface,Finally in my dreams. Sweet despair feel you devour me...Silently, Oh won't you carry me.. Home..Taken down I give into what I can't disguise. I surrender..I surrenderBroken down, I give into what I can not have.. I surrender..I surrenderLocked in, Buried under my skin. Riding on the whispers, Restless in the windHunted, I can feel it coming. Keep me under cover in what could of beenDon't make a sound now. Don't make a sound nowMaybe it won't find us after all. Carry.. Me.. Home..Hey there. Name's Erika Bellefonte and I'm currently seventeen years old and I've lived in Montana all my life. You recognize my name, right? Cool. The guy who started the Bellefonte Academy, well, he was my ancestor. The mutant gene has run down the family like a hippie chasing a bag of weed. So, we all got it. We all have to attend the school when our powers manifest. We're all doomed to be mutants for the rest of our lives. Okay, this is getting a little too gloomy for my taste, so why don't I cheer this up a few notches, yeah?I was born to Mikayla and Anthony Bellefonte. I have a twin sister, a younger sister and an older brother. So, as you can see, my parents were pretty busy during their younger days. Anyways, I was born on March 2nd, only two minutes earlier than my twinnie. Like I said before, we've all lived in Bellefonte all our lives and we all went or are currently going to the B.A school. We're also rich, duh.Anyways, I'm fairly social. A little spoiled, reckless and arrogant at times, but that's okay. I love hanging around people, and even more than that, I love attention. I hate being ignored and don't for a second think that I'm the kind of girl that will stand idly by and watch you tear me or my friends down. I'm not afraid to smash anyone's brain in, even if that ends up getting me into trouble. I'm not afraid to tell you exactly what I think or feel, and I'm brutally honest, so deal with it, k?But don't worry. I'm not one hundred percent mean girl either. I'm very loyal to my friends and I trust them blindly - even stupidly so. I fall in love easily and I'm totally the jealous kind of person. Gawd, I can be such a bitch about it. Spiteful even. Oh, and I am very vengeful, so please, don't do anything that'll get you put on my enemy list, k? Sweet.You know, ever since I was a child I've had this sickening need to be seen and accepted and I think I might try too hard to make people see me, whether it's by hate or them actually liking me. Many people might see gossip and bad-mouthing as something bad, but to me... Well, at least I'm being talked about. Yeah, I'm very insecure. I've never tried to hide the fact that I hunger for attention. It doesn't even matter if it's something good or bad. I'm shallow like that. And... I'm okay with it.But, at least I can brag about this; I'm an excellent student. I study hard and get good grades. I'm actually sort of smart, but I pretend that things such as fashion, romances and friends comes first, you know? I'm pretty reckless and selfish too. I don't care who I have to step on to get what I want, and the only people I let my guards down around are my close friends - the few I have.Did you know that ever since I was a kid I've danced ballet and played the piano? I also sing. And I'm a cheerleader. And I do sports, such as swimming, tennis, track and soccer. I love working out and being active, which is why I'm part of these sports. Oh, and as for clubs, I'm part of the Music, Dance and Drama one, the prom committee and... Well, it doesn't really matter. I have a busy schedule, let's leave it at that.Anyways, my life at Bellefonte is... Okay. I can usually be found at either of the clubs or sports I'm part of, or hanging with my friends around the school campus. I'm usually pretty nice to most people unless I have a reason not to be. So.. Why don't you come talk to me sometime?SAMPLE:
Brown eyes flickered over the empty space in front of them. Where was he? Was he feeling ill? Was he ignoring her? Avoiding her? Erika couldn't hide the insecurities growing in her heart. She didn't want it to be like this. She hadn't meant for it to be like this. It had just... Happened. And there was nothing she could do to fix it. She felt numb. Her ability was flickering through the empty paper sheets in front of her, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She was restless and as was her power. It couldn't be helped. She couldn't do anything about it.Someone was talking to her, but she didn't notice. All she could hear was noise. Mumbling. And then movements. But the brown haired girl sat frozen in her seat. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak. All she could do was stare at the empty seat in front of her. He wasn't her. He hadn't showed up. He had... She instantly regretted telling him how she felt. They had been friends for as long as she could remember, and now? Now she had ruined everything. They couldn't possibly continue staying friends after this, could they? Probably not. It'd be too hard for her and probably too awkward for him.Well, maybe it didn't matter. This was better than not saying anything at all, right? At least now she knew. Now she knew the answer. She could stop hoping and stop asking herself 'what if'. This was for the better. They belong to different social classes anyways, and her parents would never approve. But... Why did it hurt so much? It was like someone had slapped her right in the face and pulled her heart out of her chest. Tears threatened to flow and her eyes were burning. She couldn't think straight. She couldn't... She needed to get away. Be alone for a bit. Put the wall up again and go on, pretending that everything was okay. Just like she always did when things like this happened.In a swift movement, Erika stood up and lifted her hand into the air. ''May I be excused? I need to go to the toilet.'', she said, her voice trembling. The teacher nodded and without another second of hesitation, Erika moved past the rest of the class, her eyes on the floor. She opened the door, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she turned the handle. But someone on the other side was pulling too, and as her brown eyes met a pair of blue ones, her hand dropped instantly. The tears that had threatened to flow was replaced by a frown. It felt as if her entire body was twisting and turning in a unstable chaos of emotions. She couldn't move at all, she stood there, completely frozen and she opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came. ''Miss Bellefonte, weren't you leaving?'', the teacher asked. She didn't respond. The blue eyes looked away and a flow of dark hair moved past her without as much as a single word.''Y-yes, sir.'', the girl mumbled and opened the door. As it shut behind her, she felt her heart beat faster and all she could hear was her own blood rushing in her ears, and the tapping sound of her feet running down the hallway.
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