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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 12:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 3:13 pm
Fame ; N/A
Respect ; 100.51 (of completed logs)
Respect to Achieve
First Stage to Second Stage - 50 - completed
Second Stage to Third Stage - 500 -
Third Stage to ? - ??? -
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 3:14 pm
name aemilia saint sinclair
age unknown - appears 20 years or so
height 5'3"
weight 100lb
sexual preference men
world type: A/C? 21st Century with Military Scientific Advancements (IE: Modern time, some cultural scientific advancements such as sliding doors, voice activation in smart houses and whatnot but otherwise fairly normal, look-outside-it's-2006 stuff. it's the military with the freaky stuff)
race: human
language: english
hair: black with a white streak in the front bangs on the left side of her face.
eyes: mismatched - one icey blue, one dark chocolate brown
body: slender yet not without form, her body retains a willowy structure without being awkwardly thin. her movements are flowy and graceful, though curves provide her with a more feminine appearance rather than androgynous.
marks: other than her eyes and white streak in her hair, nothing would set her out from a crowd.
personality: aemilia is much like a child in general aspects of personality. she is shy and contemplative in large groups, perferring to speak her piece only at intervals and to spend a majority of the time observing. in private, however, or among comfortable company, she is much more involved and animated. certain things (such as ice cream) can cause random bursts of hyperactivity, but she doesn't notice. as for negative traits, she has a fairly short fuse and is slow to forgive. she is highly approachable, but can sometimes appear not to be listening. when she gets too upset, she'll generally disappear (literally!) as she prefers not to allow others to see her vulnerable. she also has a habit of pushing herself too hard, being afraid of failure and not giving her all, which can cause her to suffer the more extreme side-effects of her abilities (more on that later). she is also highly terrified of needles, reacting in a variety of ways though it usually involves putting someone else between her and the offending object.
interests: animals, the circus, stardom, music, stars (as in astrology)
hobbies: discovering new tricks she can perform with her abilites, dancing, singing, reading, sketching
likes: peanut butter & jelly, ice cream, cats, lions, elephants,
talent: the ability to bend light and extraordinary strength, which allows her to become invisible - make other items invisible - change things about herself (such as the colour of her hair) or even create sort of defensive fields around her. as for the strength, she has her limits but can lift a couple hundred pounds easily due to the medications she recieved as an experiment which enhanced the capatibility of her muscle while maintaing a lean look that could catch enemies by surprise. she has to build up energy to use her talents, however, and in the beginning she can only make herself invisible for short periods of time. slowly she regains use of her other abilities but if she attempts to use them for extended periods, it puts strain on her body which is evident through nosebleeds, migraines, extreme fatique, and trembling as well as the occasionally wound to her mouth should her tongue or cheek get in the way of grinding teeth. though for the most part her abilities are harmless and used a part of illusion acts, eventually they may become more offensive and dangerous.
history history: The year is 2007 and people are living much as they do today. Doors open and shut on command or sensation of movement; meals are cooked in seconds rather than hours; elevators replace stairs; items are transported cross country in a matter of seconds. Okay, so maybe their living slightly different than in your own small town or big city. Technological advancements have been made, but for the public they are few and discreet, meant to make life easier. The general populace is unaware, however, of what goes on beyond closed doors. The military has made great scientific discoveries such as a cure for cancer (which is still in testing on life-term serving prisoners), as well as new defensive and offensive militaristic methods to expand their boundaries and win wars. They have committed inhumane acts to come to make these advancements, kidnapping orphans from the street to create atrocious monstrosities and varying acts of murder.
Aemilia Saint Sinclair is the byproduct of one of these crimes. Not much is known about her origination or even her parenting. Using innovative medicines, her conscious mind was kept at bay as she suffered experimentation through surgery and injection. It was only when a kind-hearted nurse was no longer willing to subject patient #729 to the numbing fluid. Grete Sinclair watched as the experiment she had assisted for seven years begin to come into awareness. The painful experiments, thankfully, were mostly done before Grete ceased injections and if one was scheduled, she was able to delay it. After a few months, Grete told Aemilia that she would be taking her away. Aemilia didn't understand fully the complications of the escape, though it involved the first voluntary use of her abilities as she made herself and Grete invisible for the mad dash from the facility. She slept for three days following the excursion after Grete was able to get her to a safe place. For only four days, the women were in quiet seclusion as Grete continued to go to work and spoke to Aemilia about what she knew of her file. She taught her a bit of French, and a bit of Latin, which Grete had picked up before she left her hoighty-toighty well to do family in the Hamptons.
On the fifth day, however, the military discovered through interrogation that it was Grete who had stolen their experiment and jailed the older woman, but not before she warned her charge via telephone.
"Disparaissent, le chemin est bloqué!"
Fleeing the small, white washed apartment, Aemilia took to the streets without any knowledge of the whereabouts of her savior. She stuck to alleyways and made money for food with street performing or pick-pocketing (which is rather ridiculously easy when you can become invisible for even the briefest of moments). The military continued to be hot on her heels using a low-frequency tracking device that had been inserted under her skin that is activated by the use of her powers. Unaware that her powers trigger the tracking chip, she is continually confounded by their ability to find her even in the most unobtrusive of places.
On a particular run in with a sort of military bounty hunter, Aemilia fled across the street straight into an audition for a traveling circus. She hadn't actually meant to audition, but given the opportunity she was able to come up with a spectacular performance for how little her abilities had progressed that was fueled by adrenaline and desperation. Whirled into the world of the circus, Aemilia is now safe from her pursuers but is consumed by other dreams and needs as she discovers her blossoming desire to become a headliner and further explore and exploit her abilities.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 3:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 3:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 3:24 pm
ignore this, just checking length; Aemilia had, from the start, seriously doubted the idea of singing the song herself. She had considered pleading with a regular performer at the Moulin Rogue for assistance, or even simply allowing it to be an instrumental piece and letting her light show do all the talking. Luckily for her, however, stage fright was no problem and she let her rich alto tones carry out over the audience. There had been an instant, a little thrill in the bottom of her stomach just before the first note rang out that she supposed was, in fact, that mysterious ailment that Aiden had once described to her. Very briefly, thoughts and concerns that she was on the wrong note or her costume wasn't on properly or who knew what other doubts had ran through her head, but as she stepped onto the stage and bent light from the candles that had been left burning, she felt at peace once again. She was doing something she knew how to do, was confident in doing, and would blow away her audience in the few minutes that she had to captivate their attention. Determination was definitely something she had going for her.
Her heart was, nevertheless, pounding in her chest. Fluttering like a caged bird, excitement causing every nerve in her body to be tingling as she began her first performance. It was a thrill, not a fear. She wanted to please them, to drive them all mad with a want to touch her (given the nature of a burlesque act) - to throw flowers at her, to buy her gems, or to at least applaud. Perhaps even a standing ovation - that would be nice. This was brilliance, all of it. Moving the false gem so that it rested on the back of one outstretched hand, she marveled at it for the moments before it disappeared. They had done well with finding it. It was roughly the size of a soccer ball - if she knew what one was - though just a tad smaller (and obviously not rounded, but brilliant cut so that she had more angles to work the light through). Even without her help, it was catching the light from the candles and tossing patterns over her black glove. It was a pretty sight, but such paltry offerings would not do well with any audience, so the diamond was bent out of sight as she heard the first introductory notes of the song. Bending the dim candlelight into a fetching spotlight that was soft instead of the harsh edges that came with artificial light, Aemilia stepped into view with one hand resting on her hip (precariously balancing the invisible gem there) and the other pressed with the back of her fingers against her downturned cheek. With her knees together and slightly bent, she made a pretty picture that moved slowly with the soft lines of the introduction.The French are glad to die for love,
they excite in fighting duels. Running her fingertips up the side of her face, she slowly lifted her head so that it was soon inclined in the other direction as she reached the end of the first line. Her mixmatched eyes were hooded as she observed what she could see of the audience through the light. She was not blinded, but the way it hit her definitely made things difficult. They were enraptured, or so she hoped. That was one of the many things she wasn't quite a master at yet - reading other's expressions. The show must go on, and with a small smile, she punctuated the next line with a slight emphasis on 'fighting' as her raised hand fell and 'shot' a bullet of light out into the audience from her fingers, positioned like a gun. The bullet was harmless, disappearing as it reached the first man.But I prefer a man who lives
And gives expensive ... jewels. She blew away the 'smoke' from her pointer finger after 'lives', shooting a soft grin at the man the 'bullet' had hit as she drew out the note. It was pretty, but had to be left as she moved into the next few words. Here came the fun, and the true heart of the show. This was what she'd been training for since she joined the Cirque - a true light show. No more foreplay. There was one pause, the music dying out for a few seconds until at last she whispered the final word of the introduction that would let lose a frightening crescendo from the band. As she released the word, "jewels", her hips swayed so that the opposite was cocked and the hand that balanced the precious gem was swung upwards just enough so that the gem would swivel to face the audience as it, quite abruptly, materialized with the sudden sound of the percussion picking up the pace of the song.
There was an eruption from the crowd. A small one, more of a collective gasp but it was enough to make her smile as she swung into the performance. Popping her wrist slightly, the diamond was expelled into the air where it caught rays of light she bent to flow through its clear matter at the right angles. Flashes of blue, purple and white splashed across the upturned faces of the audience to their delight before the false gem landed, cleanly on one side, on opposite hand. She had since turned around so she caught it with her hand behind her back as she reached for a top hat just off stage. It was beautifully done, though she nearly dropped the damn fake rock when she turned back around. Though it wobbled dangerously, she was able to keep it positioned well enough so that she could continue on with the performance even through a momentarily strained smile.
Striding forward on clicking heels, her mix-matched eyes were wide and bemused as she looked over the crowd, breaking into the verse with a refound confidence;A kiss on the hand may be quite continental
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental
On your humble flat, or help you feed your pussycat
Men grow cold as girls grow old
And we all lose our charms in the end
But square cut or pear shaped
These rocks don't lose their shape
Diamonds are a girl's best friend Her movements now were fluid, lifting her hand to kiss the diamond and offer the audience an exaggerated wink as she continued. Holding the gem, still perched on the back of her fingers, out away from her, Aemilia lifted her other hand to press into her dark curls. Her hips swaying with the beat as she sang, "A kiss may be grand.. and the diamond bounced into the air a few inches to catch more beams of light at the same rhythm. Whether the audience was enjoying the show or not, Aemilia was most assuredly having a blast. Oh, heaven help her if they were bored. They were men! They should at least be entertained by her bared flesh and movements, if nothing else.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 3:25 pm
Group RP;
Aemilia and Aiden I (Where the hell? What the hell? Cirque Intro Tour!) IN PROGRESSish - 4,441 wds / 44.41 (WILL BE EDITTED)
Aemilia and Hazina I (Boma. Bow-mah. Cottage, Shack, Palace? - Where is Aiden!) COMPLETED - 3,024 wds / 30.24 pts
Aemilia and Jo I (Of ponies and new acquaintances) IN PROGRESS? - 2,467 wds / 24.67 pts (TO BE EDITTED?)
Aemilia and Charlot I (Lets steal some Poh-tayt-ohs! Introduction/greeting/whatev) COMPLETED - 3,700 wds / 37.00 pts (TO BE EDITTED)
Aemilia and Lucrezia I (Mentor/Mentee) COMPLETED - 1,824 wds / 18.24 pts
Aemilia and Charlot II (Mentor/Mentee - Officially Stealing Poh-tayt-ohs!) IN PROGRESS - ??? / ??? pts
Aemilia and Hazina II (In Paris) COMPLETED - 1,503 wds / 15.03 pts
Aemilia and Dieter I (In... the dressing trailer?) - ??? / ??? pts
TOTAL; 100.51 wds (from completed only)
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