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Post by Cosette Adelise on May 30, 2015 18:57:45 GMT -6
Cosette E. Fields Adelise
FACE CLAIM: Mackenzie Foy
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AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
POSITION: Student
POWER:
Telepathy;
The ability to hear or communicate thoughts. She has not come close to mastering this ability. The only way she can communicate thoughts privately is to touch the person she wishes to communicate privately with, otherwise her thoughts are broadcast throughout the entire population of the immediate area at a range of up to 50ft. To hear thoughts... she just has to be in range; which can change depending on where she is.
LIMITATIONS:
Telepathy;
+ She can only communicate her thoughts to someone else in a private manner, by touching them. Normally she requires direct skin-to-skin contact, and the hand is usually her choice of touch as it is usually the closest unclothed body-part.
+ If she is not touching someone and she tries to communicate privately, her thoughts will be broadcast to the entire population of the 50ft. range.
+ Her range of hearing thoughts changes depending on where she is. If she is outside in open space, it can be anywhere from 50ft to 80ft. If she is in closed walls, like inside the academy, she can usually only hear inside the one room - or at most 50ft.
+ She cannot read the thoughts or communicate with someone via thoughts if their ability relates to hers or counters hers (such as psychic shielding, other telepaths).
+ She cannot read inanimate objects (such as corpses).
+ She cannot read animals (dogs, cats, et).
SIDE-EFFECTS:
+ If she loses herself in her ability, she can black out from the strain of trying to separate herself from the thoughts of others.
+ She can lose herself in her thoughts if she's surrounded by too many people, or caught up in someone's process. Their thoughts and hers can start to merge; this can cause mood swings (usually violent or reactive depending on the thoughts that are processing through her head).
+ If she is lost in the voices in her head, but not to the point of hurting herself, she can be classified as schizophrenic, because she will talk to herself or do what these 'voices' or thoughts say.
+ She often has headaches, nosebleeds, at times even seizures if she is taking in too many people's thoughts at one time.
+ If she is trying to communicate over long periods of time, it can cause heart palpitations, light-headedness or even light sensitivity.
HEIGHT: 5'0"
HAIR COLOR: Brown.
EYE COLOR: Green and brown. She wears a contact to hide the green eye, however.
MISC: Really, aside from her eyes being two different colors, she's fairly normal. She has a few scars on her right wrist, most are faint, not too many are new.
PERSONALITY: Each scar stands for something; a time when everything was not all right. Each scar happened when it all became too much. She feels hopeless, helpless, like nobody can help fix what's wrong with her. She feels broken, and constantly avoids other people. She hates people - how can she not, she can hear their thoughts without wanting too. She does desire affection, though.
She is just hard to get near. When one does get near to her, and if they can see past her self-hating shell, she can be quite pleasant. But she is not usually outwardly happy or bubbly in any manner. She rarely smiles, rarely laughs. She's anything but social. Really, she's more of a loner - she tends to go off by herself if she can manage it. She likes seclusion. She hates her ability and has no wish to learn about it.
She will sometimes laugh - but her humor has taken this cruel turn. Hurting others makes her laugh; hearing harsh gossip and thoughts from others minds make her laugh. The only way she enjoys life is through the pain of others - she's been hurt far too much.
SECRET(S): She claims that she has a mother and a father - but really, she's the daughter of two gay women, and her birth father is in the mix. Her mother (mama) is Fantasia, her second mother (mapa) is Annabeth. Fantasia used to be a man - she used to be married to Warren. She decided to be who she truly felt she was, and had a gender reassignment surgery. She kept in touch with her ex-husband, Warren, and met Annabeth - who decided they wanted to have a baby together; and Warren was the go-to. Since Fantasia could not carry their child, Annabeth carried her. Really her parents are in a three-way relationship as Warren still loves Fantasia, who loves Annabeth, who loves both Fantasia and Warren.
FATHER #1: Warren deLoc (MIA)
MOTHER #1: Fantasia deLoc
MOTHER #2: Annabeth Adelise
SIBLINGS: Warren deLoc Jr. (deceased), Fantasia Adelise deLoc
WORTHY MENTIONS: A pet fox, Humf.
CHILDHOOD: At the age of six her father left, up until then she had a rather normal, happy childhood. She was the apple of her parents eye. She never knew her father was a telepath. If she had known, she might have never thought some of the things she thought. She often despised her father, because people at school made fun of her for having two mommies and a daddy. And when people found out her second mommy used to be a man? Things just got worse.
Around the age of seven, she thought she could hear voices in her head - perhaps she did. She was often found sitting, talking to herself and calling them her "friends". But her mother's were worried about her, because what sort of mother just ignores such warning signs a year after the father had left? She was placed into therapy and promptly her mother's were told that she most likely had schizophrenia. But nothing was definitive. Later that year she was definitely diagnosed with schizophrenia and promptly given medicine to help stop the voices - and this worked. For a little while. Her medicines were changed twice the year she turned eight, but eventually she learned to ignore the voices - or to lie to everyone asking about them to stay off of the medicines that made her so foggy.
By the age of nine she thought she was a freak. Who had three parents; and a mommy that used to be a daddy? She started spending more time by herself, despite her mama and mapa's attempts to soothe her, to make everything okay. Who went to therapy to be told they were hearing things; none of it was real? Who wanted to be told they were paranoid freaks of nature? Who wanted to watch their mother's cry because they blamed themselves?
She often heard her mother's talking about her behind her back - that just made her more paranoid. She never spent time with other children, who would? Everyone treated her so oddly, like she was truly a freak. She found solace in books, and nature.
At the age of ten, well... her mother's made the move to Chile. They thought a change in environment was what she needed, and as Annabeth had family in Chile, it was perfect. They lived peacefully; it seemed for a while that Cosette was going to be okay.
ADOLESCENCE: At the age of eleven everything changed. She had just turned eleven when she started hearing voices. Now, Cosette was already in therapy to see if she had schizophrenia, so nobody paid too much attention to her than they normally would have. Extra sessions of therapy were ordered.
Within a few days of mentioning this to her mother's, and them treating it like it was nothing, Cosette had a breakdown in the middle of therapy. Not the normal breakdown either. The therapist had left for one moment, to retrieve Cosette's file. When he came back she was screaming about voices - how she was not attractive. Somewhere on her person, Cosette had been hiding a knife. That knife was cut across her left wrist, not too deep. When the therapist managed to get it away from her, he could not help but think about how beautiful she was. That, that was the last straw. The girl shrieked something about 'not being right', and 'not wanting to be liked' before she passed out.
She woke, days later, under heavy sedation in the hospital. She could not remember anything; but she could hear thoughts. She had no idea who they were coming from; but it was a familiar presence. Her mothers' were not there. No, when her vision cleared, there sat her father. 'I know you can hear me, Cosette.' She heard that thought, over and over again. Finally the man spoke, "You and I, we're the same." Her father told her that he worked at a school - a school for people like them; La Delgadillo Academia. She remembered her mothers' sometimes talking about her father's job; they said he worked as a teacher for troubled students. But she hadn't known he was the reason they moved to Chile.
Her father took her to school with him once she was cleared by the hospital. She was enrolled, her father explained everything about himself and her to his.. wives, for lack of a better term. Cosette's mother's were very, very accepting of their daughter and their.. husband's abilities and differences. They were promised Cosette would do fine in this strange school for mutants, they were promised she would be okay.
She went to La Delgadillo, and she fared... a bit better. Just a bit. She still made no attempt to make friends, even with her father working as a teacher there. When he finally realized she might need to reconnect with old friends, he offered the idea that they move back to Canada, to allow her to reconnect with some of her childhood friends - or more specifically, the only childhood friend she'd ever had.
Her mother's, of course, contacted her childhood friend's parents beforehand. They wanted to warn them, let them know what was going on... But alas. They were told that this childhood friend was in America - at a school her father just happened to know. Bellefonte Academy.
So, her mother's packed their bags. Cosette's father made arrangements with the Director of La Delgadillo to have Cosette transferred. And, she was. At the age of sixteen - after five years in the same school, she was being transferred to try and help her health. Her father, however, went MIA before they were to leave - and they left without him... So far, there has been no contact or ideas as to where he has gone.
ADULTHOOD: ---
SAMPLE: A voice broke her concentration, and she flinched away when she realized it was directed to her. She gave a large, blue-eyed stare as she took a step backwards. She cleared her throat softly, "Octavia. And he's not my dad. He's just my father." She murmured, casting a quick glance toward her parents.
When he talked about the eggs, she shook her head. "No.. father does not like when I get too many eggs." The book, he mentioned caused her to giggle quietly, "If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?" She bit her lip. "My maid, Bethesda, she taught me to read. She says I read really well."
She was hesitant. Whenever she did anything her father thought was wrong, Bethesda was punished - usually whipped. After all her father blamed Bethesda for the girl's birth and the problems it had caused with his wife. "But my maid is sick. So she couldn't come play." She murmured, staring at her feet for a moment.
"Would you like to come meet her? She's really nice! She has the best cookies, too!" She stated, almost excited by the thought of sneaking into the maid's room. Except her father was calling for her, and as obediently as ever, she took a few steps away from the older boy as her father started shouting at her - "Stop bothering our guest, girl!"
Octavia shrank back against the bushes, whirling on her heel to disappear into the thick brush; it led to the hidden paths that led into Bethesda's room. The woman had showed her after her father had switched Octavia so badly her legs had become infected. She had ways to get away from everyone and she took that chance now; though it was incredibly rude of her to do so. Especially when their house-guest was trying to talk to her.
Panting, the little girl burst into the maids room; Bethesda lay on her side, another one of the maids was currently putting poultice on the injured one's back. Octavia heard Bethesda tell the other to leave, and the woman motioned for the girl to speak to her. "What is it, sweetlove?" She whispered.
Octavia's sniffles were loud, her tears were almost restricting her breathing. "Father... father is mad because.. because the house-guest tried to talk to me..." She whispered, rubbing her eyes furiously; her little pale face was an awful red color. The maid leaned to claim the old, worn book. "I'll read to you, sweetlove. Come sit with me. It's okay." She promised, as the child moved to sit against the bed, hugging her legs to her chest as she listened to the auburn haired woman's words; her soft voice was soothing.
USERNAME: Hekatia, Hekky, Ivy.
AGE GROUP: 18
EXPERIENCE: 11 years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Marie. xD
