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Post by Ayn Coutard on Feb 14, 2014 9:29:31 GMT -6
AYN MARIE COUTARD
24//FEMALE//HETEROSEXUAL//TIME TRAVEL//FACULTY//ALINA SOMOVA
POWER INFO: Time travel is something so many people have always tried to imagine, or strive to across the years. But with Ayn, she has the gift, and is able to travel back in time by simply dancing with another person. She is only able to go back in time to a point in someone else's life, yet has no control over where she will end up. The only control she has is that she will not go back in time to a point where she knew the individual, to avoid running into herself. Part of her limitations are that she has no ability to change the outcome of history, to protect the timeline of the world, therefore she can not go back and say, murder Hitler. Those that she does travel back in time and interact with, will not remember the events, or her at all, as everything seems to 'reset' afterwards. If she wanted to travel back 300 years, she would have to travel back to a point in someone else's life, then find another and travel back to a point in their life, and so forth and so forth, until she has reached her desired time frame. This can be very tiring for Ayn, and once she falls asleep, or is unconcious, she returns to her own time line with memories of the events, but unable to bring anything with her. Any injuries that she may obtain during the time travel stay with her. She is unable to travel into the future, because the future is not yet written, and therefore not concrete.
GENERAL APPEARANCE: As a trained ballerina, Ayn has a dancer's build. She is a tall five foot nine inches, and a willowy stature, not having any curves to fill out any of the more desirable clothes. She was often teased by those that did not know she purposely keeps her body this way, that she looks like a twelve year old boy. Along her left knee, she has a scar from when she had injured herself during the first manifestation of her powers. Her blond hair falls just past her shoulders, and is often held up in a dancer's bun, to keep it out of her face. The top tones are lighter, from time spent in the sun, but underneath it is darker, and more rich a blond. Ayn's leg muscles are more defined then most peoples, as she has often spent time 'en point', and dancing.
MUST HAVE APPAREL: Ayn is often wearing slim clothes, whether it be a leotard as she teaches class, or a sweater dress and leggings when she is relaxing. They do show that she has little to no curves, but are most importantly flexible and comfortable. It is rare if ever that Ayn wears heels, preferring the much more relaxed 'ballet flat' that has become the fashion over the last several years. Often wearing soft colours of pink and blue, she does have a soft spot for anything shiny and with a little glimmer.
PERSONALITY: Raised in France by her father, Ayn has a slightly more liberal viewing of sexuality and love, and is not above giving a gentle touch or caress to a male that she is talking to. She can be loud and outspoken, and is very quick to jump to conclusions and relish in her anger. When she is angry, or under stress, she will slip into her native French, even if it means people might not understand a word she is saying to them. Very good at playing the part, she can be calm and docile if the need arises. With great self control when it comes to diet and exercise, Ayn can get rather upset if others interrupt her when she is in the 'zone'. Don't even think about interrupting her when she is releasing some of her own pent up anxieties or anger when she is dancing, as her older brother once had. He still has that nice little scar above his eyebrow from when she threw a book at him. What else could be expected from a fiery French woman, who loves to pick fights with her lovers, just so the passion can burn even brighter?
MUST HAVE APPAREL: Ayn is often wearing slim clothes, whether it be a leotard as she teaches class, or a sweater dress and leggings when she is relaxing. They do show that she has little to no curves, but are most importantly flexible and comfortable. It is rare if ever that Ayn wears heels, preferring the much more relaxed 'ballet flat' that has become the fashion over the last several years. Often wearing soft colours of pink and blue, she does have a soft spot for anything shiny and with a little glimmer.
PERSONALITY: Raised in France by her father, Ayn has a slightly more liberal viewing of sexuality and love, and is not above giving a gentle touch or caress to a male that she is talking to. She can be loud and outspoken, and is very quick to jump to conclusions and relish in her anger. When she is angry, or under stress, she will slip into her native French, even if it means people might not understand a word she is saying to them. Very good at playing the part, she can be calm and docile if the need arises. With great self control when it comes to diet and exercise, Ayn can get rather upset if others interrupt her when she is in the 'zone'. Don't even think about interrupting her when she is releasing some of her own pent up anxieties or anger when she is dancing, as her older brother once had. He still has that nice little scar above his eyebrow from when she threw a book at him. What else could be expected from a fiery French woman, who loves to pick fights with her lovers, just so the passion can burn even brighter?
FATHER: Jean-Claude Coutard (56, lives in France)
MOTHER: Marie Elizabeth Coutard (Deceased, age 25)
BROTHER: Henry Jean-Claude Coutard ( 28, Lives in France)
MOTHER: Marie Elizabeth Coutard (Deceased, age 25)
BROTHER: Henry Jean-Claude Coutard ( 28, Lives in France)
It was unfortunate, the day that Ayn was born, was also the day that her father had to say good-bye to her mother. Due to complications with her birth, her mother passed away at a very young age. Raised in a household full of men, her father didn't want her to turn out like a tomboy. So, he enrolled her in ballet, after a teacher at her school told him of what potential she had. Her life was thrown into the a routine of waking, training, eating, training, school work, training and then bed. Most would have thought her father was pushing her to hard, making her get better and better at the sake of her childhood, but in truth it was Ayn herself that was pushing herself. Her father tried to get her to quit, one year after she had broken two toes in preperation for auditioning to study at the prestigious Paris School of Ballet. Not getting into the school had heartbroken Ayn, and she almost did quit until she was invited back the next year to audition and she began her training again. It wasn't until she got into the school and the reality of the true reason her father wanted her to end the dancing came to light. Her father had bankrupted himself to be able to even afford her lessons, her dance slippers, everything.
Unable to leave the school, Ayn began to search for scholarships, anything that would allow her to stay and rid the financial burden from her father's shoulders. It took months of dancing at fundraising events, as well as doing some things the girl was not proud of, but wouldn't tell a soul that she had done, and Ayn had finally procured all of the funding she would need for her studies. As she grew and trained, she moved from Chorus line dancer, to Principal, and soon, after an eventful night where the school's own Prima Ballerina got drunk and wandered into traffic, where she was struck by a car and broke her leg (thus ending her career forever), Ayn was thrust into the role of the school's star. At only sixteen, she left the dormotories where she was staying, and began to travel with the company across the world. The young woman saw things she had only dreamed of. The Sydney Opera house, the great Russian stages, the beautiful city of Rome, all while dancing for the rich and famous. While traveling to the United States of America, Ayn's teacher pointed out her career would be over by the time she was twenty five, as it was with all dancers. He then decided that it would be an idea that he could 'take care of her' as long as she would take care of him in return. Not wanting to do what he was asking, Ayn was then told that this would be her last tour with the company, and that she would be expelled after their American tour for 'propositioning' her teacher.
Terrified of what that would say of her future, Ayn silently resolved that she would find a way to fix it, so she would be able to continue dancing on the stage. It was in New York, when her powers first came to light. She was in the middle of Swan Lake, holding tightly to her partner, as he lifted her into the air, the stage lights shining down on her, until... she wasn't there anymore. She was gone, somewhere else, in a different place. The theater disappeared and she was in a small child's bedroom. The little boy was playing with trucks quietly in the corner of his room, and she could hear shouting from outside. Ayn had run from the house, her ballet slippers soaking in autumn rain, though she could have sworn it was spring just minutes ago.
It wasn't until she huddled terrified in a corner of a park, her eyes heavy with sleep, that she opened them and she was back in the theater, now empty and dark. Shaking from the cold she had just experienced, a recruiter stood over her. Without a word, she left the ballet school, and trained in a different academy in Florida, with no contact given to the ballet world, or her father and brother. They currently believe that she had gone missing on tour, and after several years had buried an empty casket. Once she had finished her training in the warm weather, she had been sent to the Montana school in hopes of finding a job. All the while, keeping up with her dancing, as it was the only way she had learned to use her powers.
Unable to leave the school, Ayn began to search for scholarships, anything that would allow her to stay and rid the financial burden from her father's shoulders. It took months of dancing at fundraising events, as well as doing some things the girl was not proud of, but wouldn't tell a soul that she had done, and Ayn had finally procured all of the funding she would need for her studies. As she grew and trained, she moved from Chorus line dancer, to Principal, and soon, after an eventful night where the school's own Prima Ballerina got drunk and wandered into traffic, where she was struck by a car and broke her leg (thus ending her career forever), Ayn was thrust into the role of the school's star. At only sixteen, she left the dormotories where she was staying, and began to travel with the company across the world. The young woman saw things she had only dreamed of. The Sydney Opera house, the great Russian stages, the beautiful city of Rome, all while dancing for the rich and famous. While traveling to the United States of America, Ayn's teacher pointed out her career would be over by the time she was twenty five, as it was with all dancers. He then decided that it would be an idea that he could 'take care of her' as long as she would take care of him in return. Not wanting to do what he was asking, Ayn was then told that this would be her last tour with the company, and that she would be expelled after their American tour for 'propositioning' her teacher.
Terrified of what that would say of her future, Ayn silently resolved that she would find a way to fix it, so she would be able to continue dancing on the stage. It was in New York, when her powers first came to light. She was in the middle of Swan Lake, holding tightly to her partner, as he lifted her into the air, the stage lights shining down on her, until... she wasn't there anymore. She was gone, somewhere else, in a different place. The theater disappeared and she was in a small child's bedroom. The little boy was playing with trucks quietly in the corner of his room, and she could hear shouting from outside. Ayn had run from the house, her ballet slippers soaking in autumn rain, though she could have sworn it was spring just minutes ago.
It wasn't until she huddled terrified in a corner of a park, her eyes heavy with sleep, that she opened them and she was back in the theater, now empty and dark. Shaking from the cold she had just experienced, a recruiter stood over her. Without a word, she left the ballet school, and trained in a different academy in Florida, with no contact given to the ballet world, or her father and brother. They currently believe that she had gone missing on tour, and after several years had buried an empty casket. Once she had finished her training in the warm weather, she had been sent to the Montana school in hopes of finding a job. All the while, keeping up with her dancing, as it was the only way she had learned to use her powers.
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