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Post by Veronica Frye on Sept 20, 2015 6:35:45 GMT -6
Veronica Shae Frye
FACE CLAIM: Holland Roden
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AGE: 19
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: College Student
POWER: Pyrokinesis
Veronica has the ability to create and control fire with her mind through focusing on an object/task at hand. Although hand gestures makes it easier, like for example a flick of her wrist, it's not necessarily at her age. This is the rapid oxidation in the exothermic chemical process of combustion and releasing heat. Veronica is also immune towards fire, and instead, she can suck up any source of flames and use it for her own, almost like eating chocolate to gain extra, and a quick burst of energy. The flames is usually generated in the palm of her hand, all though, during severe cases it can engulf her entire body, in which her clothes is not immune to the fire like her skin is.
She can also shape her fire into forms, such as for example creating a small ball of fire; however, she cannot create any incredibly detailed shapes, such as for example a flower or a pair of scissors. In order to create fire, she needs the necessarily resources, such as pulling oxygen out of the air to fuel the flames, since everyone knows fire needs oxygen. However, it's easier for her to control sources of flames that are already made, than creating ones of her own - creating her own flames takes a lot more effort, focus and time.
LIMITATIONS:
- She needs oxygen to fuel her flames and her abilities of creating flames will not work without it. This is done through accelerating the speed of the molecules to a point where they either catch on fire or melt.
- Only her skin is immune towards fire; things such as clothes are not.
- Although she can use her mind to use her ability and focus, hand gestures makes the process a lot easier and a lot less straining.
- Her fire can be constructed and shaped, but not into any detailed forms, such as for example shaping it into something more complex than a ball or sphere of fire.
- She is also overpowered by elements such as ice, water, air, and even earth.
- The better focus Veronica has, the easier it is for her to control her ability. The second she loses her focus, her ability will either get out of control, or the flames will disappear completely.
SIDE-EFFECTS:
- The more Veronica uses her power, the more it drains her energy and she'll quickly feel exhausted, get migraines and feel dehydrated as the fire seems to burn up the fluids in her body quite rapidly. If using too much energy at once, it will result in her passing out.
- Naturally high body temperature; Veronica's skin is naturally warmer than most other people, which means that she doesn't freeze easily, though she often has to deal with feeling "too hot" and get flashes of heat, which in turn can make her feel incredibly uncomfortable and aggravated.
A girl with ginger red hair and big, hazel eyes stares at the camera in front of her. A song is playing in the background. Not loud enough to disturb the microphone attached to the camera, but still loud enough to catch the lyrics if you listen closely.Party girls don't get hurtCan't feel anything, when will I learnI push it down, push it down
T r u s t .
I don't trust people easily. I don't give my heart away. Why? Because I've seen what happens when you do. You get hurt. You get hurt bad. Who would ever want that? Now, this doesn't mean I'm lonely or even sad. I have great-- No, I have amazing friends. I do get laid and I have flings. I'm not lonely. In fact, I'm quite happy with my life as it is. I don't need a boyfriend to complete me or make me feel like I'm worth something, because I already know that I am.
My mom gave her heart away to my dad. Sure, maybe they had a few good years together, and they got a child out of it. Maybe they were happy. Maybe they were in love. Until they weren't. Until he left. Then all that happiness withered and left my mom as an empty shell. We still had good times. She got through it. Don't take me wrong. But is that short amount of happiness worth that pain? I don't think so. She's an amazing mother. My mom, that is. She worked her butt off to make sure I had everything I needed in life. I am very grateful.
M u t a n t .
I was about eleven when you powers manifested and I light my curtains on fire. Thankfully, my babysitter reacted quickly enough for there not to be any permanent danger to the house. She thought I'd found a lighter or something and immediately contacted my mother, who happened to believe the same story, and man was I grounded bad. I didn't know myself what had happened, but I knew I hadn't been playing with a lighter. How do you explain that to someone who don't believe you anyways, though?
About two weeks later, a woman showed up at our doorstep while my mom was making breakfast. We let her in and she explained that what had happened wasn't exactly an accident, but that I was some kind of... mutant. I needed to be trained at some school up in Montana to avoid causing any harm or detection. My mom didn't believe them, naturally, but they didn't exactly leave her much choice and threatened to take away her custody of me. Pretty harsh, but now I understand why. So, off to mutant school I went.I'm the one "for a good time call"Phone's blowin' up, ringin' my doorbellI feel the love, feel the love
P a r t y i n g .
So, most of my days contain of partying, getting drunk and having a good time. Now, I'm not really one of those angsty teenagers who drink their ass off to forget. Nah, I do it because it's social and fun, and I enjoy the state of intoxication. It's almost as if you free yourself from the cell that's your body. Like, you do all these amazing things you're too shy or afraid to do normally. And you get to watch other people make a fool out of themselves. Score.
Okay, so I might be an overly emotional drunk, and I might cry easily or do all these stupid, reckless shit, but I'm also fun to be around. I get into trouble, I start fights and hey, I even consider myself the life of the party. I don't take shit sitting down, but I'm also very lovable. And clingy. Just when I'm drunk though...
S c h o o l .
Don't even get me started on this subject. I mean, who cares if you get straight A's? I have no intention of becoming a doctor, a president or a fucking lawyer. I don't know what I wanna do. I don't know what I want to spend the rest of my life doing. You can't expect someone this young to know all this shit. We need experiences to know. We need to live and learn by doing. It's not a magic trick where you flick your wand around and then you magically know what to do.
No, I get by. That's my point. I do what I have to and couldn't care less about my grades. It's not important. Not yet. I have no goals or aspirations. I have nothing to work towards, so why should I bother? I hardly know who I am! How on earth am I supposed to know what I want to spend the rest of my life doing?1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drinkThrow 'em back, till I lose count
P o l i t i c s .
I'm not gonna brag and say that I'm overly into politics or anything, but there's a few things I really burn for. Like, I'm a vegetarian. I don't eat meat. No chicken, no fish, no meat. I also care quite a bit about the environment. Not like, I wouldn't chain myself to a tree or something, but I like to take care of the environment around me. Like, throwing garbage around is just stupid. We need nature to live. We need the trees for oxygen. So, why not take better care of it?
We gotta think ahead, you know? If we don't act sooner, rather than later, we're gonna end up regretting it. I also believe that people are entitled to their own opinions and that freedom of speech should be put higher up. If people get butthurt because someone says something about them that they don't like, and it's true, then maybe they should have thought about that before doing these things. Ever thought about that?
F a s h i o n .
I'll easily admit that I'm quite the fashion nut. Like, I don't necessarily follow it, but I do love new clothes, shopping and dressing up. You rarely see me wearing slacks and sweats. No, I normally wear dresses, high heels, tight jeans, cool tops and sweaters. Like, I spend a lot of time reading fashion magazines, but I have my own unique style. I do use make-up and spend a lot of time on my hair -- which is naturally ginger, jsyk.
My eyes are hazel, so they suit my hair color a lot. My skin tone is sort of fair, so I tend to stray away from colors that makes it look gray or pink, and go for colors that sort of... mix well with my body, features and skin tone. I'm also rather short (5'3!), so I have to make up for that by using high heels. I'm not scrawny, but I'm not tick either. I weigh roughly around 117 lbs.I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelierI'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't existLike it doesn't existI'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dryI'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
E m o t i o n s .
So, okay. Maybe I do care a little more than what I admit or even let on. In fact, I care about people a lot easier than what I claim. I get really attached to people - really quickly. But I won't say that. I guess you could say that I'm afraid of commitment. I don't like people depending on me. I'll likely end up disappointing them - on purpose.
I don't like showing my weaknesses. I'm stubborn and always put on a mask. I like to appear much stronger than what I am. I've created this safety net, these walls and this net around me that I don't let people inside. I'd much rather that people think I'm chill, uncomplicated and easy-going, than seeing the insecure little piece of shit that hides beneath all the layers of make-up and lies. I often pretend to be much dumber than what I really am.
H o b b i e s .
Save for what I've mentioned already, I enjoy gardening, cooking and being social. I don't function well alone. Like, it's okay and all, but I enjoy being around people. Being noticed. Being alone leaves room for too much thinking and debating. I enjoy jumping into shit, and not thinking about it. Just going in for the kill, and all that. Although I'm not dumb, thinking isn't my strong suit. It leaves room for insecurities and inner debates. It leaves room for doubt.
What else do I enjoy doing? I love taking pictures and being taken pictures of. I enjoy spending money, going to clubs, coffee shops, and playing pool. I enjoy going to the movies, bowling and driving around. I like going to football games, cheering and joining the after parties. I'm a social butterfly and I love meeting new and interesting people - even if I hate half of them, but they don't need to know that.But I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyesKeep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonightHelp me, I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyesKeep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonightOn for tonight
S e x .
When I first discovered sex at the age of fifteen, I was all like "oh my god, this is so awkward and embarrassing. I'm never doing this again". But then came the second time, and the third, and then the fourth... And well, I guess you could say that I've grown rather comfortable with it. And well, rather loose. I mean, I've completely lost count over all the people I've slept with. I consider myself a heterosexual, but I've slept with several girls. I'm not attracted to them, but it was fun. It was fun to explore and experiment. Still is.
And I don't let bad rumors or reputation hold me back either. I mean, this is a free world, right? Just because I enjoy sex with different people, that doesn't make me a slut. No, it makes me capable of enjoying myself without caring about stupid labels. I'm a grown ass woman, and if I want to get laid, I'll freaking get laid.
A n i m a l s .
This probably doesn't come as a surprise, but I love animals. When I turned eighteen, I got a small studio apartment down in Kalispell. After having a part time job as a waitress, of course, but it does its job. One of the first things I got after moving in was a cat. His name is Chaos, which is rather fitting for the both of us. I'm going to get more animals, but I decided to start out small, since I have a limited amount of time at hand. Cats are easier to take care of that way.
Animals are such good company. Like, they keep you warm and make you feel safe. They're loyal, but not overly clingy. Who needs a boyfriend when you have a pet waiting for you at home? Like, there's nothing better than coming home after a long day to a cat that's sitting at the edge of your bed, looking at your with adoration, like, "you're the best person in the world". I love it.Sun is up, I'm a messGotta get out now, gotta run from thisHere comes the shame, here comes the shame
The low tunes of the song ends in the background and the redhead leans forward towards the camera and grins, her cheeks flushed slightly red, likely from heat. She flicks her hand over the camera and the image turns black.
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