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Full Name: (Formerly Maribelle Arkwright) Jane Doe Nickname/Alias: Doe Age/Date Of Birth: 1/20/1998 Race: Human Occupation: Teenage Runaway Species Group: Psychic/2nd Gen Deva Play-By: Molly Quinn
-Shadow Teleportation Jane has the ability to teleport through shadows to another area. When she crosses in to it, a pocket dimension of shadows,she will see it as a black, shifting tunnel with her desired location at the end of it. To others who see her entering or coming out of it, it will be almost like she melts in to the shadows. She has the capability to bring others with her, but they will be unable to see like her unless they are an Angel, Demon, or God. As she passes through, she will hear the whispers and noises of the area as she grows closer until she comes out of it. On the downside, she needs to have seen the area, or at least a picture beforehand and know where a shadow is so that she may cross in to it. At night, her ability is much easier to use.
As an unknown feature, when Jane is close to her father, Cecil, the two of their abilities become stronger as long as they remain in close proximity, the farther away they get, the more their abilities return to normal.
-Lockpicking, "When your stuck in an Asylum and all you have to loose is time, you pick up a few tricks" -Photographic Memory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3): ❤ The New Orleans "Super Heroes" ❤ Darkness and Night Time ❤ Donuts
Dislikes (At Least 3): ✗ Day Time, total night owl ✗ New Orleans PD ✗ Deva Hills
Fears (At Least 2): ☬ Being taken back to Deva Hills ☬ Dying
Goals (At Least 1): ★ Find someone who knew her before Deva Hills
Jane's a tough girl. She's able to take care of herself, so she thinks at least, and she's actually pretty good at doing such for a kid. She's got tendency to be completely open with people, rarely keeping secrets from anyone without a good reason for it. She's a bit of a tomboy, and likes to be considered 'one of the guys' if she ever comes across a number of friend's which at the moment she has not. She carries an overall fear of going back to Deva Hills, and as of now is doing her best to seek out answers as to what she is, why she can do these things she can do.
She has taken it upon herself to find this man no matter whatit takes her, it says that he was her father, and so she figures he must know why she can do these things, and not only that, he's her dad... He's all she knows is alive of her family as of now.
Positives (At Least 3): ✧ Brave ✧ Resourceful ✧ Adaptable
Negatives (At Least 3): ✦ A bit too brave at times ✦ Hot Headed ✦ Stubborn
Parents: Belle Arkwright (Mother, Deceased) , Cecil Arkwright (Father, Alive) Siblings: No Other Family: Keith Arkwright (Grandpa, Deceased), Marian Arkwright (Grandma, Deceased), Sherri Arkwright (Aunt, Deceased), Gavin Arkwright (Uncle, Alive), Sheila Arkwright (Aunt, Alive) Important Others: ...
Maribelle was born to two loving parents. Her mother, Belle, was a bright, passionate woman who worked tirelessly to give Maribelle the best life she could from the moment she was born. Her father was like a super hero to her. He was strong, smart, and he helped people by solving crimes. She was born not long after her Father received the Deva treatment, which granted him superhuman abilities, as well as abilities to Maribelle, though they had not surfaced yet.
When she was about five years old, things took a ownward spiral. Men came to their home. They had black eyes. Two of them fought her father while her mother tried to get her as far away from things as possible, but it bore not fruit. One of them caught her mother while she tried to carry Maribelle away and snapped her neck. Leaving Maribelle in a corner, sobbing and afraid. Then the group of men attempted to send the house up in flames. Her father was dragged away, and Maribelle was left stranded in the corner when the ceiling caved in around her. But did she die? No. No she didn't. The Demons were well aware of what the child might be able to do and took her, whisking her away from her old life to Deva Hills Asylum where they gave her a new name, and a new identity. Maribelle Arkwright had died in the fire.
Jane more or less grew up in Deva Hills, told her family had all die din that fire and she from a young age had displayed hallucinations, such as those of men with black eyes. She knew she was right. She knew she had seen them. But no. That just gave them more ammunition in keeping her there. But it didn't last forever. Eventually Jane discovered her ability, at the age of 13, when instead of taking her medication, she stuffed it in the mattress of her room. When lights out came, Jane laid in bed, wishing she could leave terribly. When she looked out the door, she focused on leaving and the next thing she knew, she was in a dark tunnel. Scared, and confused. She moved through it to the scene on the other end and found herself in the hallway outside of her room. It was astounding to her to think that she could do that. And from there on she hid her pills instead of taking them, focusing on her ability for the net year until she had a good amount of control over it. Then she decided it was time to escape. It was simple. She looked out of a window at night, focused hard, and before she knew it, she was in the shadow of a tree, looking up at Deva Hills from the outside.
She didn't stop. The girl ran and ran, running until she collapsed. She managed to make it to a small roadside inn where the owner offered her a place to stay for the night free of charge after seeing the girl lost and alone, though before he could call on the police about her, she was gone the next morning. As were a stack of postcards of different cities.
She used the pictures to travel far away. First it was to New York, where she "found" herself some clothing. Then it was to Dallas. Then finally to New Orleans, where she came across a urban legend that caught her attention. Super Heros, they called them. And it was said that one of them did something strange, like he made places darker, or did things. She was interested in these people and wanted to meet them, especially the man they said could do things like that. Maybe he would know something about her origins. And since then, she has been searching for months now.
Alias: Revan How did you find us?: Old Site Experience: I'unno Other Characters: Revan, Cecil, Daphne RP Sample:
Revan let everything Lucy was saying hit her at once, and it felt like the feeling the Angel got when she was still powerful, when someone shot her with a shotgun. She felt terrible, like someone had punched her in the gut, or hit her with a baseball bat. She turned around and her hand went over her mouth, feeling like she was going to throw up. It was better that Lucy was dead than deserving this... No one deserved to be a ghost, the sad, sad existence.
Her throat tightened and tears began to well up, trying a hard as she could to keep from breaking down here on the floor.
She turned to Lucy, seemingly three shades paler, her hair not nearly as vibrant as it seemed to be three years ago, her grey eyes dulled to a shade of black. "Lucy... its 2013..." Revan hadn't been keeping track but she had counted three New Years celebrations since Lucy's death. Her hands went to her face and then back to her sides, her nails digging in to her palms until blood leaked down her fingers. "Three years.. I've counted. Three years I've slept alone in the bed. Three years I've drowned my sorrows I alcohol... Three years with my heart ripped from my chest without you here, Heaven and Earth becoming a living hell to me, leaving me with what options?" Revan wasn't going to lie, she had tried her hand at writing stories like Lucy, but that was the best poetry she could do, even if it was free verse.
Tears were dripping down her cheeks again now, and with the flick of her wrist the TV blinked to life and flicked to the news, where the date would be shown. "Everything I told you... Everything you thought I was crazy over, everything you would joke about... About me being an Angel was not a lie." Revan looked up at her again and then to the floor. "I m-missed you so... s-so much." Revan's legs stopped supporting her then and the pink haired woman fell on the floor, her head tilted down and her face in her hands, sobbing. She knew she shouldn't, but she felt as she did on the day of Lucy's death and funeral. Like all the life had been sucked out of her seeing the person she loved at this fate. But there was a part of Revan that was revived with this, the part of her that she had thought was buried with Lucy... Selfish as it may be to her, Revan was so, so happy Lucy was back.
I (Jane) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Batman)
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Last Edit: Jul 26, 2019 20:44:18 GMT -5 by Hell Hound