Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 20:46:53 GMT -5
Full Name: Imogen Malone
Nickname/Alias: Freakshow, Imo, Gen
Age/Date Of Birth: 18 (July 4th)
Race: Human
Occupation: High School Senior
Species Group: Witch/Human
Play-By: Melanie Martinez
Abilities
-- “Dead Time”
Imogen has the ability to cast a spell which makes her akin to an advanced zombie. In this state, she does not need human needs such as food, water, sleep, or rest. She is able to take a lot of damage physically, her pain tolerance is increased along with this, she is stronger, faster, and all in all a pain. She accesses this spell when she chants the phrase “Goodnight, Sleep Tight, Don’t let the Dead Bite~” . While in “Dead Time” Imogen is almost invulnerable to all kinds of damage besides that of silver weapons and a few magical spells as well as things such as Angel’s killing touch and the like. Imogen can only maintain “Dead Time” for up to thirty minutes. This lets her conduct more dangerous acts in the circus point of things, such as walking on nails, hot coals, laying on nail beds, and hanging from hooks (which she does at times without the spell as well)
-- “Marionette”
Another unique spell she has access to. This allows her to control things dolls and mannequins. To maximize the effectiveness of this spell, Imogen has taken to making dolls solely meant for her to control, each of these dolls are armed with hidden weapons that Imogen uses to protect herself with or scare the shit out of of people.
The rest of her magic is on more of a physical level, and very much similar to acts done in Circuses and Freak shows:
--Swallowed Sword
Imogen can pull a sword from her mouth at any time, this sword will be made of iron and will seem to appear and vanish when drawn or sheathed in to her mouth.
--I’m a Little Tea Pot
She has the ability to quite literally eat fire. When she does so she stores it for use, upon chanting the phrase “I’m a Little Tea Pot”, followed by leaning over and holding her nose and finally whistling, she will shoot out a jet of flames that she can manipulate into shapes.
--Flexibility
This isn't quite a spell, but it is connected to her magic and far from natural, Imogen is incredibly flexible to an almost scary level. She can bend, roll, flip, and twist in unnatural ways and it is quite unsettling to watch.
Beyond these things, Imogen cannot commit to other forms of magic besides minor spell casting and rituals.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Circuses and Freak shows
❤ Acrobatics
❤ Dolls
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Being mocked or insulted
✗ Being pranked, like she so often is at school
✗ Bullies
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Imogen is afraid of peanut butter sticking to the roof of her mouth. No one knows why. Not even her.
☬ Imogen is afraid of the dark. She sleeps with a night light and will only go out at night if it’s a full moon or if she has a reliable light source
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Become a famous performer
Personality:
There are two rather dominant traits in Imogen someone can notice in talking to her instantly, and they can be summed up in one phrase: She’s weird and she doesn't care. While she respects everyone’s opinions, Imogen very rarely ever lets peoples negative opinions of her affect her even in the slightest. She’s very proud and open about who she is, and even kind about it when people insult her. In the rare cases where Imogen has gotten flustered or angry, however, it’s not a pretty sight, and she will go off like a time bomb with mostly angry phrases and language people normally wouldn’t hear from her in her normal, casual mood.
She often tries to urge Jaelin to treat peoples opinions the same way she does, though it doesn't ever seem to really work, she tries none the less. She’s very interested in Circus acts and Freak shows. Imogen’s known to be a total wallflower who is prone to forget things, one of her biggest problems is school is she will often forget her schoolwork, and she normally relies on Jaelin to remind her of things, otherwise she’ll never get anything done.
She has the tendency to talk to herself more than other people, especially when she's stressed, someone will find her muttering to herself about various things.
Traits
✧ Creative
✧ Friendly
✧ Intelligent
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Socially Awkward
✦ Short attention span
✦ Absent minded
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Parents: Joeleen and Henry Malone
Siblings: Nope
Other Family: Newp
Important Others: Jaelin Foxdale (Best Friend)
History:
Imogen was born to two famous performers, but their success was not only due to their talent - her mother and father were both old witches who had created their own form of magic which they called “Manipulation and Creation”, and it revolved, normally, around acts which you would see in the circus. Her parents learned how to use magic to twist and contort their body in impossible ways, walk on spikes and fire without being harmed, and even become something close to a zombie - making them much more durable and physically stronger.
From a young age, Imogen was taught this fine art that her parents had created, but she was also not barred from having a normal life. She was just about forced into friendship with Jaelin Madison, she became Imogen’s best friend, but Imogen always felt like Jaelin and her were cut from two distinctly different cloths, like Imogen was poka-dots and Jaelin was stripes.
She tried for a really long time to help Jaelin become more secure with herself, but it never really seemed to work through their school years, so, instead, she did the second best and stood up for her best friend against bullies - even though it mostly resorted in both of them getting trouble over Imogen’s actions or crude pranks with her magic. When they hit their junior year, Imogen decided that she should do something to help her friend, so she took her to a coven of witches her parents were allied with, and they gave Jaelin what her best friend always wanted - good looks.
After this happened, Jaelin seemed more interested in magic and it’s uses - Imogen, of course, offered any assistance she wanted in the use of magic, and in the process of this, she became involved with Roman Blackwood and Rayne Bailey
Alias: Revan/Zera/The Colt
How did you find us?: Old Site
Experience: A couple years
Other Characters: Revan, Zera, Zee, Amyl, Robert, Amanda, Katie, Quinn, Kenzie, Scott, Cecil, Jane, Daphne, Shale, Elias
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 (Imogen Malone) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (BATMAN)
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