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Post by Addison Sloane on Jun 19, 2015 11:38:40 GMT -6
Addison Sloane
FACE CLAIM: Anna Kendrick
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AGE: 19
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Undecided
POSITION: Part-time College Student, Full Time Music Goddess (Her words)
POWER: Hemokinesis
The ability to manipulate blood by changing its state from within oneself or from others. **Addie is able to perform minor blood clots and manipulate her own blood to fight any light immunity defects within herself like the common flu.
LIMITATIONS:
Inability to create blood out of thin air
Inability to do anything with blood that has left the body
Inability to draw blood out of a person
Inability to self-sustain (she will die eventually)
Inability to heal others
SIDE-EFFECTS:
It drains her completely to perform any big transactions. Especially when she tries to heal herself. It causes a lot more damage to her than the ailments itself if she keeps doing it, so she usually just lets herself ride through the sickness. Mostly. But holding back also causes her pain. She will get bruises all over her body caused by stagnant blood so every now and then she will have to take time off to concentrate on regulating her blood. Her period is highly affected and she will feel her whole body shutting down for a few days of the month and she will need time to recuperate after. And she constantly has a metallic taste in her mouth. So inconvenient.
HEIGHT: Teensy little troll at 5”2’
HAIR COLOR: Depending on her mood; but usually various shades of brown
EYE COLOR: Bright blue
MISC: Has a tattoo of a significant date (April 5th 2010) on the inside of her wrist, usually hidden under makeup when she’s performing.
Addie is a fan of layering her clothes, especially with denim and waistcoats. She prefers muted colours to bright ones but she will indulge every now and again with a bright top and dark jeans. Preferring dresses and skirts over pants, she will accessorise mostly with thin belts and fancy boots. Her favourite accessory are her shoes and she never goes out of the house with flats. Even her high tops and sneakers have a bit of height to them. She has serious issues with her height, if you can’t tell.
Her hairline is something she’s super conscious about so she usually has her hair swept over her forehead or in a style where it’s not so obvious, so mostly let down or in a messy side braid.
PERSONALITY: Addison is the type of person who internalises a lot of her emotions. Though slightly closed off, she will bond with unlikely people and she will bond fast. Which is a bit of a problem since she has some serious abandonment issues that stemmed from being dropped off at a foster home when she was a baby. She would more likely run off at the sign of something stable than stay to avoid what she believes is an inevitable abandonment. “Hurt others before they hurt you” is a philosophy she holds pretty damn dear to heart.
Despite that, she is warm and kind. She instinctively finds the good in people before she self-sabotages and finds the faults when she realises she might feel something for the other person.
Finding humour and lame jokes the best defense mechanism, she hides behind that wall to avoid confrontations and any complications she feels could arise if she ever took anything seriously.
SECRET(S): It’s not much of a secret but she does have a dual life of being a well-known musician outside of Montana and she’s trying to spread her fame here.
FATHER: Unknown
MOTHER: Unknown
SIBLINGS: Do foster siblings count?
WORTHY MENTIONS: Isaac Monroe Childhood...something
CHILDHOOD: Abandoned by her teenage mother when she was two days old, Addison never knew either of her parents. She grew up in the system with only her first name tied to her heritage. And the navy blue striped blanket she was wrapped in. According to the people she did grow up with, she was a colicky baby with a scream to rival Tarzan. Not that she remembers any of that. She was passed from foster home to foster home more times than she could remember. Two particular families stood out but only because they were tied to very unpleasant memories.
Then again, Addie wasn’t actually a picture perfect kid. She always came home muddied and bloodied up with a tooth missing or her hair sticking up at odd ends after a fight with this kid because of that thing. It was always something with Addie it seemed and that didn’t always sit well with her foster parents.
ADOLESCENCE: As she grew older, Addie started understanding why she never had a permanent home. Always teased and taunted by the children in the foster homes she grew up in, she realised that the only reason why was because her mother didn’t want her. She never actually thought about that before but suddenly, that was all she thought about. She grew withdrawn, a little cold and even more disrespectful to the people who brought her in at that time.
But even through the hurt she felt, delayed as it was, she found that music always calmed the savage beast. Whenever she could, she would always listen to anything that played music and sometimes, when opportunity rose, she would try out different musical instruments the foster parents would have and she would start singing the tunes she heard on TV or the radio or stolen music players off of the older kids or birth children.
She would sometimes wander the streets for hours on end, searching for people who played music and either joined in or simply enjoyed the buskers. One particular street musician took her under his wing and they made quite a pairing, raking in a pretty big sum every once in a while. She even managed to save some to get herself a beat up second hand guitar that she took a great deal care of and devoted all her time to.
Until she met a boy. It wasn’t love. It couldn’t have been. She was only fourteen years old. They were both small, scrappy and just angry with the world but they found solace in each other. She shared her passion for music and they would spend hours in each other’s company and she felt like she belonged for the first time since...ever. For a good whole year, it seemed like her life was good. She started to excel in her education, her music felt more tangible and her overall demeanour seemed to change for the better.
But with everything in her life, she knew it couldn’t last. She was a late bloomer and with her puberty came an overflow of what she could only call a bloodbath.
It. Was. Everywhere.
All she had gone to the toilet to do was get over the sudden pain in her stomach and suddenly blood started pouring out of practically every orifice on her body. It was disgusting and messy and she didn’t know what to do. But just as it was everywhere, suddenly it wasn’t. She thought she had imagined it but one look down her shirt told her it hadn’t been her overactive imagination.
In a panic, she took everything off and she started scrubbing herself clean before doing the same to everything that had come into contact with her blood. All she could think of doing was to stuff her dirty clothes into a trash bag, grab everything she owned - which consisted of a photostrip of her and the boy, her guitar, and a ratty gym bag that had three pieces of clothing which included her underwear - and high tailed it out of there without saying a word to anybody.
She tried to stick to her mentor after she ran, thinking he was responsible enough to harbour her but it didn’t pan out the way she wanted so she was left on the streets, avoiding places with cops and other authority figures. And for a week or so, she managed it, pulling scraps of leftovers from cafes that discarded them.
**Week three after her manifestation, she got cocky and decided that she could earn her keep off the streets and started to busk on her own. The first day went off without a hitch and she figured she could continue on the next day but the moment she set out to do her set, a lady and a man walked up to her and escorted her to an unmarked car. Her first instinct was to run but when she saw that her things were being carried into the boot, all she could think of was the boy and how she was never going to see him again. Last thing she remembered was a hand closing on her shoulder.
Addie wanted to say her experience at Bellefonte Academy was pleasant. For the most part it was. She didn’t have to fight for the best food on the table, she could play her music without interruptions, her roommate largely avoided her because of all the eyeliner she donned and her training was helping her tone down what she found out was an irregularity caused by her having freaking superpowers. Hemokinesis they said it was. Yes. It was pleasant. Apart from the fact that she was basically kidnapped and nobody did anything. Her foster family didn’t even attempt to search for her. Or so she thought.
So she focused on her music. She found she had a knack for keeping people glued to their spot the moment her fingers were splayed over the guitar strings. She started to rake in even more than she did when she was a duo with her mentor. It even brought the attention of a record producer who, by the time she turned sixteen, signed her to his label and they started touring immediately. Things happened fast and before she knew it, she became a household name. In at least five states, according to her producer and manager. But of course, good things had to come to an end, but the end was not all that bad. She had more money than she knew what to do with and she was going back to a place she knew she could come back to. Even if she didn’t actually know the people around her. But for the second time in her life, she had a place she belonged.
She had to force her producer to stay in Montana so she could continue making music but still pursue her education and so far, it has been quite swell.
ADULTHOOD: **A little before her 18th birthday, Addie came to a decision that settling in Montana was the right thing to do. It was the longest time she spent anywhere and Bellefonte gave her a sense of freedom and belonging that she had only experienced once before. She was allowed to express herself through her music and still get her degree in Public Relations without anyone really standing in her way. It helped that the school and the surrounding area was pretty remote.
When she finally got out of the system on her 18th birthday, Addie spent it househunting, settling for a modest two bedroom house just outside of town. It was a big purchase, one she knew could probably bite her in the ass some day but right now, she wasn’t going to abandon it. She knew she could have stayed at the Academy but having her own place made her feel accomplished and at that stage in her life, after the things she had been through, it was something she craved.
She was by no means stable and she still wanted to fill the gaps of her childhood left by her mother and the boy she left without a word. But that can wait.
SAMPLE: *whiny voice* But I don’t wannaaaaaa
USERNAME: The Feymess Nu
AGE GROUP: OLD ENOUGH TO BE YOUR MOTHER. No. Maybe. Are any of you 10 years old?
EXPERIENCE: Dinosaurs were crawling
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Some pants...or lack there of was involved.
