Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2015 17:07:49 GMT -5
Full Name: Vanessa Rebekah Eden
Nickname/Alias: Van, Ness, Nessa
Age/Date Of Birth: 17 | August 10th, 1998
Race: Human
Occupation: Student | Computer Hacker
Species Group: Witch
Play-By: Shat Mitchell
Abilities
Divination - The ability to obtain direct knowledge about an object, person, location or physical event through means other than the user's physical senses. This can be activated by just being around a person, focusing on specific tasks, searching for information, and touching objects.
Vitalum Vitalis - Vitalum Vitalis is used to balance the scales of life and death. This can be used by either draining one's own life force to restore a dying person's health or even resurrect a dead person, or can be used to drain another's life force and add it to one's own. However bringing someone back from the dead with this ability can cause the user to die themselves, or if their life force is strong enough; just bring them to the verge of death.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ The Deep Web
❤ Books, comics, manga, anime, super nerdy shit like that
❤ Taco Bell
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ P.E. (Physical Education)
✗ Ants
✗ Oatmeal
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Getting caught by the FBI or police for being on the Deep Web
☬ Her parents getting caught making and distributing drugs
☬ Her grandfather finding out that she has magical powers and trying to steal them from her like he did her dad
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Become a genius computer hacker and create all sorts of new programs
Personality: Vanessa is super outgoing, she is a definite people person. It’s easy to look at her and think that she’s the stereotypical pretty girl, though there’s so much more to her than that. She doesn’t look like the type of girl that would have her head buried behind a thick book, or some cheesy anime, but she really loves those things. She’s intelligent, analytical, and a quick learner, she likes to keep on her toes. It’s apparent that she’s pretty confident in herself and her skills, whether they be mathematical or computer, and that she takes her responsibilities seriously. Whatever task she’s given, Vanessa focuses on it. She’s a bit of a perfectionist.
Vanessa thrives on social interactions; she loves hanging out with friends, talking, just connecting with other people. There’s a warmth about her that just makes people feel welcome, it’s easy for her to make friends, which definitely goes along with being an outgoing girl. Vanessa is pretty practical and tries to be as realistic as possible, but she’s a teenage girl… Sometimes she gets swept up by excitement. When it comes to her friends, she’s pretty honest with them, though she has a few secrets that she wouldn’t tell for anything
Traits
✧ Sharp
✧ Outgoing
✧ Creative
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Risk-taker
✦ Secretive
✦ Cocky
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Parents: Brandon and Stella Eden
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: onathan Eden (Grandfather), Maxine Eden (Grandmother/Deceased), Lily Bishop (Ancestor), Bridget Bishop (Ancestor)
Important Others: N/A
History: Vanessa was born as a descendant to a family of Salem. The Bishop’s were the first family affected by the Salem Witch Trials when Bridget Bishop was burned at the stake. However even after her death the lineage continued on with her four children; Lily, Mary, Edward Jr, and Hanna. Bridget begat Edward, Edward begat Sarah, Sarah begat Wilmot, Wilmot begat William, William begat Martha, Martha begat Samuel, Samuel begat George, George begat Mary, Mary begat Constance, Constance begat Helen, Helen begat Jonathan, Jonathan begat Brandon, Brandon begat Vanessa.
Vanessa had a super normal childhood. Her father was a weatherman and her mom was a lawyer, but she put her career on hold when Van was born. Growing up Vanessa never knew anything about magic and the supernatural, not anything real anyways. She was always a very smart girl and spent a lot of time reading rather than playing, which other kid’s thought was weird. She got into computers a lot and taught herself how to hack, operate advanced software, and the works.
It wasn’t until recently that her powers were realized. It was a school fair and there was a small tent with a fortune teller sitting inside. The fortune teller was a woman with long gray hair that went past the middle of her back. Vanessa decided to get her fortune read, for fun, and that’s when the woman freaked out. She called Vanessa a witch and that darkness was coming for her. Vanessa was freaked out, and the woman grabbed her hand, trying to read the teenagers palm and she seemed to just babble on about destiny and darkness. When Vanessa asked what darkness was coming the woman’s eyes turned white, as if they rolled back and she said. “I do not know. It’s anonymous.” Vanessa yanked her hand away and grabbed her bag, hurrying out of the tent.
She started to have dreams about the woman and what she said and she felt like she was being haunted by this woman. Vanessa did her best to forget what happened and go on with her life. However while cleaning her house’s attic she came across a very old book, a book of shadows and that’s when her mother told her that she was a witch. That her father use to be one but his powers were stolen from her grandfather. Vanessa didn’t believe it so she ended up confronting the grandfather who did… Supernatural things. He showed her his power and he told her that she’d never be able to access it because he stole his father’s power and if she did he would steal hers too. So now Vanessa is learning the craft but keeping it a secret from everyone that she’s a witch. She heard the stories of what her grandfather did to her dad and she didn’t want the same happening to her.
Alias: Sofie | Rabbit's Foot
How did you find us?: The old site
Experience: Long time
Other Characters: Asmodeus, Amon, Allocer, Bellona Iverson, Cole Abernathy, Hadley Klassen, Solviegh Prevedello, Valentine Haverland, Luna Meechum, Karis Jacobs, Elena Haverland, Arie Rangon, Prasad, Silver Haverland, Kamila Korchak, Mika Prescott, Richard Iverson, Soren Vega, Vetis
RP Sample:
Some nights were impossible, and this was one of them. Remy was tired, and annoyed at nearly everyone that entered the club. It seemed like every little girl was up here trying to get the boys at the bar to give her a free drink and the men were no better. They swaggered up to the bar like they were the toughest boys on the block and started calling her ‘baby’ and ‘honey’, like they had a chance at getting it in with her. Not all of them were ugly, or entirely unattractive, but she preferred her men to be a little more composed. Remy was working a double shift because some asshole couldn’t be bothered to show up to his shift, and that just added to her anger. Who did that? A person that ditched work deserved to be fired, and Remy seriously hoped he did. She hated wishing bad things on other people, but wouldn’t be terribly upset if the guy got fired. This wasn’t some child’s play job, and despite the looks she received when she told people that she was a bartender, you had to know your shit. There were hundreds of varieties of drinks to have to memorize, and the more drinks you made the better you became at it. The more you knew the drink, the faster you could mix it up, and that led to a larger tip. No one wants to wait for their drinks.
All those little flips you could do with the bottle, those came with due time. Remy could do about half as many tricks as everyone else, and that caused her to feel nothing short of utter humiliation. She had a need to be better, a need to be the best. And a realization that her bottle flipping skills couldn’t compare to those of the more experienced, older bartenders. The basic flips and easy little spins on her heels she had down, but ask her to do anything else and there’d be shattered glass all over the floor. Remy hated it, and the envy she felt when people clapped and cheered for the other bartenders was at an all time high tonight. Stupid Davis was showing off for some brunette with legs ten miles long and a tan so dark that you could practically smell the tanning lotion coming off.
Rolling her eyes, Remy poured a couple shots of tequila for a lady and then went back to wiping down the counter and making sure all the bottles were clean and full. This was the boring part of her job, wiping down bottle after bottle. Couldn’t have a single sticky one, or a half empty one, or anything that looked messy and in disarray. So she wiped and straightened and poured drinks and kept looking at the clock every five seconds, wanting her shift to be over already. Remy yawned and looked over at Jeremy, he was still flipping bottles. She furrowed her eyebrows and scrubbed the counter a little harder. Just as she was about to yawn again, like they’d sensed that she was bored and on cue started up, two obviously drunk guys started yelling at each other. That really wasn’t anything new, yelled and fought around here all the time. You called over the bouncer, or security, and that was that. But this time was different, much to her entertainment. These guys were big, drunk, loud, and they’d started to throw punches. So a couple random people tried to step in and be heroes, and they ended up getting sucked into the fight too.
Oh man, was this good. But she had to step in, now it was getting serious. There were multiple security guards rushing around, trying to pry the fighting people apart. She could hear their panicked voices on their walkie-talkies, and that was enough for her to understand that this was big. There usually weren’t massive fights like this, at least not that she’d seen. But she’d only been there a couple of months, so maybe this was a common thing. Either way, Remy stepped in. Not that it was really her place, but she didn’t want anyone to actually get kill tonight. Moving quickly around the counter, she pushed her way through the thick crowd and grabbed the back of some guy’s shirt. Yanking him back roughly, the man whirled around, slapping her arms away. He looked like he was about to hit her, and she braced herself for it. But he didn’t, and instead just stormed off, shoving his way through the mass of people.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, heart thudding loudly in her chest, Remy moved in on another guy. This guy was actually bleeding, all over. Blood ran down out of his nose, over his lips, onto his shirt, and onto the ground. Remy grabbed him by the arm, and at first he pulled away. But she tugged him on until he followed her over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. Remy leaned over and grabbed a few paper towels, then handed them to the guy. He didn’t need to be bleeding all over everyone over there, it was gross and messy and not okay. The guy tried saying something, but he was way too drunk for it to actually make any sense. Remy just pushed more paper towels towards him and tried to keep an eye on the fight still happening. While security had managed to clear up a huge chunk of the fighting people, some die-hard fighters were still going at it.
Behind her a man started yelling, but she didn’t think anything of it until she was sandwiched between two screaming men. What were they yelling about? Remy didn’t have the slightest clue. All she knew was that the bleeding guy was standing up, tossing the paper towels to the side and grabbing for the other man. That was it. Remy put both her arms out, shoving them both apart as much as she could. But she wasn’t anything special, and the men easily pushed right back. If there was something she hated above all other things, it was getting pushed around. In a furious moment, Remy turned and shoved the bloody-nose guy down onto the stool. “Just sit down!” She yelled, her voice holding enough of a demanding tone that he listened. Spinning around to the other man she pushed him back with both hands this time, so it sent him reeling backwards. Remy almost ordered him to leave, but she couldn’t think of any clever way to put it. People in movies always had the coolest catch phrases, yet she couldn’t think of a single one. Security stepped in before she really had a chance to say anything, and led both men out.
Remy bit her lip, watching the crowd slowly disperse. So she’d wanted exciting, but maybe next time she’d try for a little less exciting.
All those little flips you could do with the bottle, those came with due time. Remy could do about half as many tricks as everyone else, and that caused her to feel nothing short of utter humiliation. She had a need to be better, a need to be the best. And a realization that her bottle flipping skills couldn’t compare to those of the more experienced, older bartenders. The basic flips and easy little spins on her heels she had down, but ask her to do anything else and there’d be shattered glass all over the floor. Remy hated it, and the envy she felt when people clapped and cheered for the other bartenders was at an all time high tonight. Stupid Davis was showing off for some brunette with legs ten miles long and a tan so dark that you could practically smell the tanning lotion coming off.
Rolling her eyes, Remy poured a couple shots of tequila for a lady and then went back to wiping down the counter and making sure all the bottles were clean and full. This was the boring part of her job, wiping down bottle after bottle. Couldn’t have a single sticky one, or a half empty one, or anything that looked messy and in disarray. So she wiped and straightened and poured drinks and kept looking at the clock every five seconds, wanting her shift to be over already. Remy yawned and looked over at Jeremy, he was still flipping bottles. She furrowed her eyebrows and scrubbed the counter a little harder. Just as she was about to yawn again, like they’d sensed that she was bored and on cue started up, two obviously drunk guys started yelling at each other. That really wasn’t anything new, yelled and fought around here all the time. You called over the bouncer, or security, and that was that. But this time was different, much to her entertainment. These guys were big, drunk, loud, and they’d started to throw punches. So a couple random people tried to step in and be heroes, and they ended up getting sucked into the fight too.
Oh man, was this good. But she had to step in, now it was getting serious. There were multiple security guards rushing around, trying to pry the fighting people apart. She could hear their panicked voices on their walkie-talkies, and that was enough for her to understand that this was big. There usually weren’t massive fights like this, at least not that she’d seen. But she’d only been there a couple of months, so maybe this was a common thing. Either way, Remy stepped in. Not that it was really her place, but she didn’t want anyone to actually get kill tonight. Moving quickly around the counter, she pushed her way through the thick crowd and grabbed the back of some guy’s shirt. Yanking him back roughly, the man whirled around, slapping her arms away. He looked like he was about to hit her, and she braced herself for it. But he didn’t, and instead just stormed off, shoving his way through the mass of people.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, heart thudding loudly in her chest, Remy moved in on another guy. This guy was actually bleeding, all over. Blood ran down out of his nose, over his lips, onto his shirt, and onto the ground. Remy grabbed him by the arm, and at first he pulled away. But she tugged him on until he followed her over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. Remy leaned over and grabbed a few paper towels, then handed them to the guy. He didn’t need to be bleeding all over everyone over there, it was gross and messy and not okay. The guy tried saying something, but he was way too drunk for it to actually make any sense. Remy just pushed more paper towels towards him and tried to keep an eye on the fight still happening. While security had managed to clear up a huge chunk of the fighting people, some die-hard fighters were still going at it.
Behind her a man started yelling, but she didn’t think anything of it until she was sandwiched between two screaming men. What were they yelling about? Remy didn’t have the slightest clue. All she knew was that the bleeding guy was standing up, tossing the paper towels to the side and grabbing for the other man. That was it. Remy put both her arms out, shoving them both apart as much as she could. But she wasn’t anything special, and the men easily pushed right back. If there was something she hated above all other things, it was getting pushed around. In a furious moment, Remy turned and shoved the bloody-nose guy down onto the stool. “Just sit down!” She yelled, her voice holding enough of a demanding tone that he listened. Spinning around to the other man she pushed him back with both hands this time, so it sent him reeling backwards. Remy almost ordered him to leave, but she couldn’t think of any clever way to put it. People in movies always had the coolest catch phrases, yet she couldn’t think of a single one. Security stepped in before she really had a chance to say anything, and led both men out.
Remy bit her lip, watching the crowd slowly disperse. So she’d wanted exciting, but maybe next time she’d try for a little less exciting.
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