Post by Morgan Vigneaux on Jun 5, 2009 12:37:59 GMT -5
What’s in a Name
Name: Morgan Vigneaux
Nickname: Wicked
Age: 16
Affliction: Student
Face Claim: Miyavi
It’s Inside what Matters
Personality:
Even if Wicked comes over quite much like a sarcastic person, she does tend to care. She has a small group of friends around her who she had to leave behind in the Bronx, it makes her feel lonely at the moment.
She thinks of herself as a bad person. As someone who deserves to be punished and often questions people why they won't think she could harm someone. It just isn't in the core of her nature. Her parents mostly made her believe she is.
Besides this she sometimes shows her true colours and will come over as a the fun going and normal teen she can be.
History:
Wicked was born in the Bronx. She was the only kid of her parents and so got spoiled most of the time. As she got older she noticed she was being raised more protective than some of her friends and tended to question this with her parents every now and then. All she would get for an answer was that she was special. And that she was their only child. Reaching the age of thirteen she got involved with some kids who where into the Goth culture.
It was here she manifested her powers. At first they figured she was just very good at the conjuring ghosts thing. But Wicked noticed that she couldn't make them vanish. They where around her all the time and yet others didn't seem to be able to see them.
Being drawn by this Wicked too went into that culture and could often been found arguing with her mother about how she dressed. Even if in the beginnings he tended to cover up more. At the age of 16 she came down wearing a short skirt, a top and further some net leggings and net shirt. Leaving her arms sleeveless. The argument reached it's heights and after being called Wicked by her parents.
She fled her home and took the first bus she could find. Not caring where it went, not caring she didn't have a place to stay. She just wanted to be gone from there and forget what she just had done to her parents.
Abilities:
Sneaking: She has learned how to sneak over her lifetime. Doesn't mean she is soundless though.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Looks do Count Sometimes
Height: 5"7
Weight: 124 lbs.
Image:
Power!! Unlimited Power!
Powers:
Psychic Manifestations: Ability to summon necroplasmic residue left behind by the death of living beings and manifest them as ghost-like entities to do her bidding. Whether these are spirits of individuals or non-specific recombinations of spiritual remnants remains unclear. The psychic manifestations she summons are transparent and float about like traditional ghosts, as well as possess the ability to become tangible or intangible upon will.
Weaknesses:
Empathic Link: However, she shares some type of empathic link with the apparitions, feeling their pain if they are injured. Fortunately, she can incorporate others into the empathic link she shares with her creations to ease the pain or experience the same sensory input her ghosts are experiencing.
The very Real You
Nickname: Miss Fiction - Djientjuh
Other characters on the site: Not yet
Sample Post:
She had exited the bus and now walked down the street to find a place to spend the night. For now she had come up with nothing yet. She didn't even know Bayville existed until just now. Only the clothes she wore she had with her. No money, no goods and no place to sleep. She sighed and looked around the busy streets. As long as she would have something by nightfall she would be happy.
But since it was late noon she doubted she would be that lucky. As the night fully fell and clouds seemed to gather above Wicked looked up and felt the first drip of rain fall onto her forehead. Just her luck. She finally wondered into an apartment complex and found one which was half broken down. No one would mind if she only spend the night here. She looked around and found a blanket. Not much but it would do.
She curled herself up in the corner and pulled the blanket around her. As the rain now fully began to fall down she felt the blanket starting to soak. By the time fifteen minutes had passed she was shivering all over. But all she could do was wait for it to pass and hope she would find something in the morning. Her eyes began to close and even with the cold and all around her she managed to drift into a light sleep.
Her head shot up when she heard the door open again.
Name: Morgan Vigneaux
Nickname: Wicked
Age: 16
Affliction: Student
Face Claim: Miyavi
It’s Inside what Matters
Personality:
Even if Wicked comes over quite much like a sarcastic person, she does tend to care. She has a small group of friends around her who she had to leave behind in the Bronx, it makes her feel lonely at the moment.
She thinks of herself as a bad person. As someone who deserves to be punished and often questions people why they won't think she could harm someone. It just isn't in the core of her nature. Her parents mostly made her believe she is.
Besides this she sometimes shows her true colours and will come over as a the fun going and normal teen she can be.
History:
Wicked was born in the Bronx. She was the only kid of her parents and so got spoiled most of the time. As she got older she noticed she was being raised more protective than some of her friends and tended to question this with her parents every now and then. All she would get for an answer was that she was special. And that she was their only child. Reaching the age of thirteen she got involved with some kids who where into the Goth culture.
It was here she manifested her powers. At first they figured she was just very good at the conjuring ghosts thing. But Wicked noticed that she couldn't make them vanish. They where around her all the time and yet others didn't seem to be able to see them.
Being drawn by this Wicked too went into that culture and could often been found arguing with her mother about how she dressed. Even if in the beginnings he tended to cover up more. At the age of 16 she came down wearing a short skirt, a top and further some net leggings and net shirt. Leaving her arms sleeveless. The argument reached it's heights and after being called Wicked by her parents.
She fled her home and took the first bus she could find. Not caring where it went, not caring she didn't have a place to stay. She just wanted to be gone from there and forget what she just had done to her parents.
Abilities:
Sneaking: She has learned how to sneak over her lifetime. Doesn't mean she is soundless though.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Looks do Count Sometimes
Height: 5"7
Weight: 124 lbs.
Image:
Power!! Unlimited Power!
Powers:
Psychic Manifestations: Ability to summon necroplasmic residue left behind by the death of living beings and manifest them as ghost-like entities to do her bidding. Whether these are spirits of individuals or non-specific recombinations of spiritual remnants remains unclear. The psychic manifestations she summons are transparent and float about like traditional ghosts, as well as possess the ability to become tangible or intangible upon will.
Weaknesses:
Empathic Link: However, she shares some type of empathic link with the apparitions, feeling their pain if they are injured. Fortunately, she can incorporate others into the empathic link she shares with her creations to ease the pain or experience the same sensory input her ghosts are experiencing.
The very Real You
Nickname: Miss Fiction - Djientjuh
Other characters on the site: Not yet
Sample Post:
She had exited the bus and now walked down the street to find a place to spend the night. For now she had come up with nothing yet. She didn't even know Bayville existed until just now. Only the clothes she wore she had with her. No money, no goods and no place to sleep. She sighed and looked around the busy streets. As long as she would have something by nightfall she would be happy.
But since it was late noon she doubted she would be that lucky. As the night fully fell and clouds seemed to gather above Wicked looked up and felt the first drip of rain fall onto her forehead. Just her luck. She finally wondered into an apartment complex and found one which was half broken down. No one would mind if she only spend the night here. She looked around and found a blanket. Not much but it would do.
She curled herself up in the corner and pulled the blanket around her. As the rain now fully began to fall down she felt the blanket starting to soak. By the time fifteen minutes had passed she was shivering all over. But all she could do was wait for it to pass and hope she would find something in the morning. Her eyes began to close and even with the cold and all around her she managed to drift into a light sleep.
Her head shot up when she heard the door open again.
