Post by Felicia Blackwood on Jun 26, 2014 12:53:25 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Felicia Donna Blackwood
Nicknames: None
Age: 17
Birthday: May 6, 1998
Grade: 12
Power:
Telekinesis:
Felicia’s telekinesis only kicks in when she senses danger or if she is challenged to a fight. This power is very hard for her to control, however. It is, by far, her most powerful ability out of the two she has. She can prevent an object or person from moving for a short amount of time. She can levitate herself and only one other person a few feet off the ground. She can also move objects smaller than herself. She can also throw small blasts of psychic energy from her hands. Lastly, she can cast a telekinetic shield over a small group of people to protect them from psychic attacks.
With these strong characteristics, however, comes with several drawbacks. In order to shoot psychic energy from herself, she must be physically and mentally healthy, meaning that she is not sick at all. She cannot keep people from moving for more than a few minutes. Also, she cannot keep anyone who is stronger than herself in her grip. The psychic hold can easily be broken by someone who can manipulate psychic energy or if Felicia gets attacked. Her ability to move things is limited to inanimate objects that are smaller than her, meaning that she cannot move people or heavy, large objects such as boulders. The shield he can project to protect from psychic attacks cannot stay up for long because she will pass out from the draining of her energy. Levitation is only temporary and limited to two people, including herself.
Telepathy
Felicia also has the power of telepathy. This power is easier to use than her telekinesis and she does not have to feel in danger in order to use these powers. She has the ability to project her voice into someone else’s mind so that they can hear it and hear the person’s thoughts as well. She can speak to and bring out bad sides of other people. She is able to learn other languages very quickly through intuition. Lastly, she can cause the illusion of mental and physical pain.
Like with her telekinesis, though, Felicia’s telepathy has some drawbacks and requirements. She has to be able to see the person she wants to telepathically connect to. Once she can, she must also form some sort of connection with him or her, be it negative or positive. She can only talk to a small group of people, four or five, people at a time and she can only hear one mental response at a time to prevent confusion. When trying to speak to the dark side of people, the dark side has to be willing to show itself, otherwise, it will not work. She cannot learn an entire language in one glance and he has to read an entire book in whatever language she wants to learn in order to intuit it. Felicia prefers to cause the illusion of mental pain as opposed to physical pain on one person at a time, if need be. However, if she does feel the need to cause physical pain, it will be strong and she also takes on some of the pain herself, though the pain for her is very real as opposed to just an illusion for the other person. This “pain split” is a guard to prevent her from overusing this ability.
Member Group: Prefect
Canon or not: Yes, Team C commander
Appearance:
Felicia has always been described as someone who looks older than her actual age, thanks to her features. Her face is a heart shape and the downward curve of it is accented by the longer part of her bangs, which are also short in the front for some odd reason. Her long hair falls down to her waist in straight, silvery locks. Despite the fact that her hair is quite long, she refuses to pull it up in a bun or ponytail because “it won’t do much good anyway”, in her words. However, it is not her hair that has her mistaken for being older, but rather, it is her body shape. Needless to say, she is a rather curvy young lady, being slightly top-heavy with a rather slim torso, and wide hips. Thankfully, this combination does not look odd, considering that she stands at five feet, five inches; in fact, it seems to fit her quite nicely, which would not be the case, had she been shorter.. Another feature that fits nicely are her red eyes, which showcase her attitude to the world. The blood red irises with black pupils usually convey a sense of stern kindness that can only come from someone dedicated to protecting people, but also keeping them in line at the same time. Her skin always looks fair, even if she stays out in the sun for a while. She is not sure why this happens, but she does not mind going outside very much, even if she does burn easily.
Felicia is always in the Ashford uniform during school hours, prefect duties, and training. She rather enjoys wearing it and is glad she does not have to “pick out her own clothes” most of the time. When she is not required to wear the uniform, she might still wear it, simply because she is a creature of habit. If she happens to be out of uniform, one can expect her to dress in a uniform-like outfit, complete with a skirt, a white button up blouse, and a jacket that matches the skirt she is wearing. While she does wear skirts quite frequently, it is rare to see Felicia in a dress. She will also wear casual clothes, like t-shirts, jeans or shorts; however, this is also a rare occasion, seeing as she feels that wearing casual clothes disrupts the order and uniformity of the school.
Personality
Overall Personality:[/i] like to have a little bit of fun. She can think of no better way to do this than to mess with students by telling them to go the wrong direction or flirting with a male prefect to surprise him. She claims that no one can call her a stick-in-the-mud because she does have fun, but on her own terms.
Felicia’s interactions with people are often quiet and polite, though she can become louder and less kind, if she feels that it is necessary. Her attitude is often cold and distant, which is the combination product of her upbringing and her training. This does not mean, of course, that she is mean by any stretch, but people often mistake her neutral expression for a glare, which often drives them away from her. She prefers to keep people at arm’s length, not only for propriety’s sake, but for the sake of herself. She is very aware of the horrible things people can do when they are close to each other and, because of this, she prefers to associate with people from a distance rather than become friends with them. Many people who try to interact with her often think she is unfriendly, because she will often be preoccupied with something when someone comes up to her. She has a tendency to put all of her time, attention, and energy into a task, which causes her to not respond when people try to “interrupt” her while she is working. She does not hate people, but even she does not describe herself as “friendly”, by any sort. She likes to think of herself as a polite and distant authority figure who prefers everyone to follow the rules so that there can be order. It bothers her quite a bit when order is disturbed and she will often seem on-edge and more aggressive than usual.
Felicia takes her duties as a prefect very seriously and her role as a commander even more seriously. She knows the ins, outs, and all arounds of the school rules and follows them to the letter. She is quite adamant about anyone and everyone following the rules and will not have a second thought about admonishing someone in front of a large number of people. She is aware that some prefects use what other students claim as “excessive force”, and, most of the time, she will silently agree with the students. She will not allow her team to use excessive force against students unless they are defending themselves from attack. She is not, however, an opponent of punishment, and personally, her favorite type is a verbal tongue lashing. In fact, many say that she is one of the more passive prefects because of her quiet demeanor and her seemingly pacifist attitude; however, this is not accurate. Despite the fact that she wants to protect the students and keep order, Felicia is not immune to forgetting her place and, if she is provoked enough, will lash out at a student physically. She will most likely be briefly apologetic afterward, but she seems to forget the event as soon as she apologizes.
Felicia is a very intelligent and creative young woman who has a talent for getting out of sticky situations with her usual dignity and grace. She is very good with words, so sweet-talking to get what she wants is no problem; the only problem is convincing the other person to take the bait. While she does not like to get too close to people, she can be flirtatious when she wants to shake things up or throw people off guard. She enjoys throwing people off and surprising them, so she will surely get a kick out of confusing anyone, even an unsuspecting student. She has an air of quiet dignity about her, though she does not see herself as conceited. Despite all of her good qualities, however, she does have some character flaws, the main one being her low tolerance for people who repeatedly break the rules or blatantly ignore her when she speaks. She is no stranger to random fits of anger, especially when she feels that a sarcastic joke walks the line between insulting her and her position of authority and actually being amusing. She believes that everything in the world is “black and white”, meaning that there is little to no in-between two extremes; there is only good and evil. She often has a hard time understanding why people who she sees as “good” are motivated to do “bad” things and vice versa. She is aware that there is a “gray area” in human interaction, but she prefers to ignore that because she refuses to admit that she has strayed into that area one too many times herself.
Likes:
* Her duties as a prefect- Felicia is very glad that her family’s military position allowed her to be a prefect at Ashford. She enjoys doing all of the tasks set before her, even the patrols at night. She does not want to admit it, but she likes being helpful. She is very serious about her duties and, as such, she has a tendency to lose herself in her work.
* Reading- Outside of her school studies and her duties as a prefect, Felicia does sit down to enjoy a good book. Her favorite kind of books are murder-mysteries. If there is any way to connect to this cold and distant prefect on a personal level, it is through books.
* Nature- Despite the fact that she does not have elemental powers, Felicia is very fond of nature. More often than not, she will take her rounds through the woods and the beach, hoping to revel in the silence before having to return to the noise and ruckus of the school.
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Dislikes:
Fears:
Strength:
* Dignified- Felicia always walks with her back straight and her head up. Even when she is embarrassed, she can still walk away from the situation with her trademark dignity by quietly reprimanding the person who wronged her and never mentioning it again.
* Focus- It is not easy to re-direct Felicia’s attention. When she is doing something, she pours all of her time, energy, and attention into it. People who try to get her off a topic will not be successful, or, at least, most of the time.
* Possesses nearly complete control over her telepathic powers- Unlike some people who start at Ashford, Felicia has a really good grip on her telepathy. This does not mean she has mastered the art, however. It simply means that she can control the powers she has and not have them override her conscious control.
* Speaks well- Due to her intelligence, Felicia is also known for her usage of higher level vocabulary. She cannot will people to listen to her, but sometimes, what she says can draw people in, or at least, start a conversation.
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Weaknesses:
* Stubbornness- Felicia has her beliefs in life and, if anyone tries to change them or suggest a change, she will simply shake her head and ignore the suggestion. Her refusal to budge on her opinions could cause trouble if she is part of a group decision.
* Socially Aloof- Felicia believes that having almost no permanent ties to other people is more advantageous in the long run. Her aloof attitude in social situations is often seen by others as hostility or hatred of humans. Because she refuses to make lasting ties to the social community, Felicia runs the risk of feeling and believing that she is extremely isolated and alone in the world, which could have darker effects on her in the future.
* Little to no hand-to-hand training- Felicia has really only practiced with her powers and, as such, her experience with physical training is almost non-existent. If her abilities are somehow incapacitated, she will be left with nothing but her intellect and ability to “think on her feet”.
* Manipulative- Felicia knows that not all people who speak well are manipulative; however, she also knows that, to get what you want, you have to draw other people in. If she needs something or wants something done, she will often go to someone who likes her or has a record of doing things for her and spin a nice web of words. If she needs to, she will also bat her eyelashes, though she prefers not to do this because she feels that it is not fair to the males, because it is hard to resist a beautiful girl asking a favor from you from a man’s perspective.
* Long hair- While Felicia does enjoy keeping her silvery-white hair long, she does admit it can be a weakness in battle. An opponent could easily grab onto it and use it to throw her against a wall or something of that nature.
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Goals:
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History
Family Members/guardians:
Leah Calhill- Biological Mother - Deceased
George Summers- Biological Father- 45
Donna Blackwood- Adoptive Mother- 40
Romeo Blackwood- Adoptive Father- Deceased
Caleb Radner- Childhood Friend- 15
History:
Felicia Donna Blackwood was originally born Felicia Stephanie Calhill in the spring of 1998. Her mother, Leah, was barely eighteen when she gave birth and was nowhere near ready to have a child. Nevertheless, she was determined to prove her mother wrong, so she took a screaming Felicia to live in a run-down house that was on sheriff sale. The young mother struggled with a colicky Felicia and tried everything she could to raise the baby on her own. The father, Leah’s ex-boyfriend, had simply walked out on her when she revealed that she was pregnant. After several months, Felicia stopped wailing, but Leah was starting to realize that she could not handle raising a child on her own. So, after work one day, she walked to a hospital and left eight-month-old Felicia in a carrier on the steps. Thankfully, a nurse coming in for her shift found the baby and arranged her placement in foster care, making sure that the wailing baby would at least be taken care of instead of left outside in the cold to freeze.
Felicia learned from a young age that not many people were trustworthy. She was handed back to ACS more times than one for being “unruly” and “disrespectful”. Her case worker always wondered what the little girl had done in the families’ houses, because every time she came to pick the little girl up, she would simply be standing in silence on the doorstep. Felicia saw no point in making friends, because she knew that she would just be forced to leave and change schools again. Other kids, especially in elementary school, tried very hard to say hello and even went out of their way to be nice to her. However, their kindness was met with only a cold “thank you” and a blank stare. Children started to speculate that she was some kind of monster, or that someone had hurt her and she did not want to tell anyone. Neither of these suggestions were the case, but Felicia simply ignored the speculations and simply answered the questions with the quiet and cold tone that she was known for. Older girls started to call her “the ice queen” and taunt her; however, that was a big mistake, because Felicia started pushing them, pulling their hair, and punching them until a school-yard monitor came over and pulled the four girls apart. She believed it was no coincidence that her foster family returned her the next day. For the thirteenth time, Felicia strapped herself into her case worker’s car and allowed herself to be carted back to the ACS center to await a new family.
At the age of 10, Felicia was placed with the Blackwood family, which consisted of two military personnel: Romeo Blackwood, a Marine, and his wife, Donna Blackwood, a member of the Navy reserves. Felicia, as usual, decided to be unruly to see how the couple would react. Instead of giving her back after several weeks however, the Blackwoods laid out the rules of their house to Felicia, who was taken aback by their attitudes. First and foremost, they demanded her to listen to them at all times, otherwise, something would be taken away from her as a punishment. If she continued to be disrespectful, she would get spanked. Secondly, she was supposed to not speak unless she had permission or unless she was spoken to. And lastly, she was to do well in her studies and follow the rules of any other authority figure. The little girl begrudgingly accepted the terms and started trying to revise her attitude. She ignored the people in school that picked on her and spent all of her time and energy studying, which paid off in the end, because she was able to skip sixth grade altogether. Her parents were very proud of her and, because of her accomplishments and improvements, Donna asked her something that she thought she would never hear.
“Felicia, will you be our daughter?” Donna asked with a smile, as eleven-year old Felicia licked at her ice cream.
The girl blinked and looked up from her pink and blue swirled ice cream, “Aren’t I already?”
“Officially,” Donna replied, ruffling the girl’s silvery locks.
Felicia blinked in surprise, but agreed. A few days later, Donna signed the adoption papers and took Felicia to have her name changed. Felicia decided to take Donna as her middle name while her last name was changed to Blackwood. The two females were very happy, but there was still uncertainty in the air. Romeo had been deployed the day before Donna asked Felicia if she wanted to be adopted, and they had not heard from him. Donna has mentioned before that he called either in the morning or at night to make sure everything was okay; however, he had not called in days. By the time the summer ended, Felicia was getting concerned and asked her mother to at least get some idea if her father was alive or not. Donna did not hesitate contacting the authorities, though they were really not much of a help. So, Donna started middle school without her father, which made her sad, but she refused to show it because she did not want to upset her mother, who was already under enough stress as it was from working more hours than normal and trying to spend time with her daughter. By Christmas of that year, Donna was fed up with being stone-walled and was going to write a letter to the President to find out what was going on with her husband and this squad. Nothing could have prepared the females, however, for the tragedy that awaited them.
On Christmas Day of 2009, there was a knock on the Blackwood’s front door. Felicia, thinking it was her father, ran down the stairs and opened it. Her face fell when she saw what, or rather, who was standing outside. She started to whimper and shook her head, closing her eyes while muttering ‘no, no, no’ to herself. The figures stood silently, their heads bowed as Felicia darted back inside, running to her mother with tears streaming down her face. The sobs coming from the girl made the mother’s heart ache and she cradled the girl in her arms, trying to comfort her while talking to the black and red-clad figures who had found their way into the house. Even after the visitors left, Felicia clung to Donna, her body shaking with sobs and the skin around her eyes bright red from crying. Once the girl seemed “okay”, Donna sent Felicia back to school, hoping that she would lose herself in her studies instead of curl up and cry. Thankfully, Felicia went right back to being diligent about her studies, though an air of depression hung around her until a year and a few months after the Marines had showed up at their door.
Her only friend through the depression and hard times was a boy named Caleb, who had a similar hair color to Felicia’s, but his eyes were purple rather than red. She was always confused by people asking if she and Caleb were twins, to which she would just say ‘no’. She did not have a twin; her case worker had told her so. Not to mention the fact that Caleb was an entire year younger than she was. It was possible that she had a brother, or maybe even a half brother, but she just thought it was too good to be true that she and Caleb could be related. Sadly, she and Caleb had to part ways when she moved on from eighth grade while he still had another year in middle school. However, she managed to swipe a few locks of his hair from the ground and give them to Donna, asking if she could find a place to tell whether or not she and Caleb were related. She hated surprises; she wanted to be sure that Caleb was not her brother. If he was, then she needed to keep her distance for a time, because she thought that she was starting to like him as more than a friend; however, these feelings died away when she started high school, because she had more important things to worry about than childhood crushes.
Felicia woke up on her fourteenth birthday feeling rather odd. Things became weirder when knives from the cutting board shot at the kitchen window, breaking it and scaring the heck out of both Donna and Felicia. The older woman’s face turned pale when she realized what was happening to her daughter; she was a gifted child. She kept Felicia home from school that day and put in a few calls. After several days of staying home, Felicia questioned why she could not go to school and her mother sat her down to explain what was happening to her. Donna told Felicia that she had powers that people thought were dangerous and that she had to be sent away, even if Donna didn’t want her to go. Felicia was upset over the news for days, until her mother got a call back from the lab on the DNA sample. There was no evidence that Felicia and Caleb shared any DNA, meaning that Caleb was not her brother. She did not know how to feel about the news; on one hand, she was annoyed at herself for ever thinking about such a thing and giving herself false hope. On the other, though, she was glad because her feelings could not be considered wrong, even if she never had the chance to tell Caleb about them.
Felicia was permitted to finish out the year of high school she was in. Since Romeo had been in the Marines and Donna in the navy reserves, the government offered Felicia the option of taking a prefect commander position. She gratefully accepted the offer and went to training every night during the remainder of the school year. She often had to turn down Caleb's offers to "hang out" because she needed to perfect her techniques. Donna threw Felicia a small "going away" dinner before her departure in June. Felicia said a tearful goodbye to Donna, the woman that loved her so dearly and Caleb, the only other person who had understood her and helped her through the darkest time in her life. She swore to herself while she was being transported that she would not trust anyone at the school. She was not going to let anyone get close, lest something terrible happen to her or the people that she would come to care about.
Behind the Character
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RP Experience: 6 years now, I think.
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RP Sample:
It was finally time. The tension in the air was so thick that it was almost palpable to the senses. The suit-clad man sat in the helicopter, lifting his sunglasses to make sure the young woman who had been following him was still coming. She had been cooperative since her capture, so they had no fear that she would escape and they had not put any chains on her. As expected, she arrived, clad in the prescribed school uniform, which was pressed and cleanly, as was typical for her. The short-sleeved blouse eerily reflect the blood red color of her irises, and the white blazer was only a few shades lighter than her silvery-white hair. Even the black skirt that wrapped around the lower curve of her body seemed to be the same black color as her pupils. The brass badge pinned near her right shoulder shone in the midday sunlight, as if it were trying to assert her authority, despite the fact that she did not have any quite yet. She walked with her head held high and her back straight, as if to add to the illusion of power and importance.
The young woman climbed into the helicopter, settling into the uncomfortable seat before glancing it over. The cloth was wearing along the sides and she was pretty sure there were scorch marks where someone had once put their fists. Fire manipulators… An emotionally volatile bunch, she thought to herself, looking at the other side of the seat. The material had completely worn in places and the yellow material under the black cloth was starting to show and even shed. Despite her internal disgust, she kept her outer expression neutral. Despite her rank, she had trained herself to remember that she need not be arrogant or develop some kind of superiority complex. I am going there to assist in the enforcing of the rules and the protection of the students, she thought, idly kicking a piece of yellow foam-fabric with the toe of her black dress shoe. She took a deep breath and placed the buckle in the holder, pulling on the strap so hard that she could see the tendons in her hands move. She heard the agent mutter something to the pilot, who started the engine and they started skyward, heading toward the Pacific Ocean, where the island was waiting for them. Or, at least, for Felicia.
Upon their arrival, Felicia exited the helicopter, nodding to the agent and the pilot, who were already heading back up into the sky. In such a hurry to get out of here, I see, she thought, looking around. The place where they had landed bordered a cobblestone courtyard with patches of grass and trees scattered around. Tropical flowers like red, yellow, and orange hibiscus grew in the patches of grass, adding a splash of color to the bleak, gray landscape. She started to walk along the stones, barely able to feel them through the tough rubber of her shoes. Her red eyes scanned the empty area ahead of her, making sure she did not walk into any lingering students. She saw a couple sitting on a picnic blanket under a rather large tree, eating food from a beaten up brown basket that had already lost part of the wicker weaving. She contemplated going over to them and chiding them about not eating in the cafeteria, but she resisted, not wanting to have a bad reputation right off the bat. Instead, she headed into the cold, grey castle to the headmaster’s office, where she was to receive her team assignment.
When she reached the office, she struggled to push open the heavy, wooden door. If this thing wasn’t so heavy… she thought to herself, stepping onto the plush carpeting that must have been installed after the school was established. There was no way in hell that stone could just randomly support carpet. She shrugged the thought off and approached the desk, noting that the lights were dim. Of course, she knew that the building was more than a little bit outdated and damp. She approached the desk, bowing at the waist before sitting in the chair in front of the desk. She listened intently to the person in the shadows speak before nodding, standing up, and walking away slowly, hoping that she was going to be able to catch her new team before they went out on patrol. She nearly ran into a gaggle of students waiting at the end of the hall and huffed, clearing her throat. She waited for the students to turn around before speaking with a small smirk on her face.
“Well, I suppose you are prefect team C. I am Felicia Blackwood, your new commander.”
