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 Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 10:59 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 11:00 am
 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 full grown elephant 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: 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: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:14 am
concept artreally crappy hair concepts. still can't decide, but the white streak would be used for show purposes. it would be easier for her to bend the light rays bouncing off white rather than black, since black swallows all colour and white reflects all - i'd have to look it up to be sure, but as stated, it's just a concept. i think the like the top left and the bottom right the best. biggrin i'm a sucker for curls, i might combine the two.a. b. c. d.
a. the clothes in which she would be discovered. the explanation for which is majorly described in her history, but basically she's been in a labratory for all she can remember which is about seven years.
b. these are the clothes she would don as a carnie, mostly mucking out stalls and feeding the animals.
c. eh, concept - i don't like it so much. this is what she would wear as a sideshow. only using cigarettes or the uncommon cigar thrown to her because the stuff is expensive. the skirt was something she made out of spare fabric lying around.
d. what she would wear as a headliner. or atleast as far as her avatar goes. her actual dress would be much more interesting and maybe if i play on tek-tek more i can figure something out, but that will be added to the concept art later, afterall. she also would use a long-drag to add sophistication to her show, though it probably would retain a horror aspect.
i don't like how this turned out, but it gives an idea of her final design. i have like.. five or six great drawings of her offline, i just haven't had the time to get them onto the computer. gonk soon, i hope. i'll probably scan in the ones i don't plan on inking or colouring saturday or something.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 7:47 am
stages of occupation
level one -
[x] feeding the animals of cirque from the elephants to the big cats and back again.
[o] mucking stalls and cages (she may try to do this when the animals are still in the cages either distracted or asleep by bending light away from her to be rendered invisible)
[x] whatever else she can find to do when she has the energy, running errands or messages, et cetra.
level two -
[o] side show level; she can bend smoke from cigarettes and cigars into crude images (ships, animals, people)
[x] can also bend light to provide some colouring to the shapes
[o] can make self invisible for entrances and exits, uses small smoke bombs to up the surprise and effect
level three -
[x] abilities have advanced substantially at this point.
[o] can rapidly change the colour of objects or smoke, creating more realistic and extravegant colour schemes.
[x] can bend smoke in to highly realistic images, invoking fear, passion or happiness into her audiences though for the most part she builds up to frightening images.
[o] one show-end idea would be creating a tiger from mass amounts of smoke and having it "attack" her, at which point she would disappear after dropping a red-paint balloon. reappearing a few moments later.
[x] she uses her powers as an illusionist, so anything that would captivate and mesmerise her audience - from light & smoke shows, to causing various objects (and animals!) to disappear. almost like a magician, but with much more show.
[o] through all of this, the white streak in her air would be changing colour.
[x] depending on the length and intensity of the show, she would more than likely have to retire and rest for hours at a time to regain her strength as well as clean up any nosebleeds. her red costume hides anything that might catch her unaware during the act.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 9:37 pm
still running things through a fine tooth comb, but i'm hoping to get some of the awesome art i've done of her in class up tomorrow. especially the design sketch with her costume, but i want to colour that in photoshop so it may take a bit longer. we'll see. 3nodding trying not to rush this, still need to work kinks out of her history by making it shady and full of holes but not a cop out. want this to be the best i can make it and all. x_x i've never done something like this.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 9:41 pm
rewrote her personality and like it much better now. still working on her history, but i had a rather rough week what with loosing a job, temporarily losing a boyfriend and now i'm under the stress of trying to slip back into that relationship with each of us remaining emotionally unscathed (which, seeing as how i was the dumpee and not the dumper, is not going to well on my part).
haven't forgotten aemee, her concepts wait at my bedside nightly. <3
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 4:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 10:53 pm
yay for approval! how exciting. biggrin here's a bit of a meaningless arrrpee i did of aemilia before bed:
There was much left to do in the dimly lit tiger cages at the back of the Cirque lot. The animals had been safely removed and were kept close at hand in smaller, temporary cages while their home was being cleaned. The small figure in the cage wielded a rake with a pole that was extended atleast eight inches above her head, but she continued to sift through the hay with no problem. Hefting the loads of sodden flooring into a wheelbarrel just outside the cage door, she paused after turning over one such batch into the wheelbarrel as another carnie wheeled the vessel to the appropriate waste disposal area. The night was hot and stuffy, though the girl had no idea what world they were in now. Aemilia Saint Sinclair had seen much in what little of her life she could remember, but a circus that traveled the expanse of space and dimensions had definitely been beyond her comprehension not too long ago. Now here she was in an unknown place mucking out a tiger's pen as if she had done so all her life, but then she might have and just not know it yet. Swiping the back of her hand across her sweaty forehead, she took a few more seconds to breathe deep and gather more energy before going about her business.
She was able to use her abilities minutely to direct a little more light into the back cage that seemed farthest from any major source of light. Bending the rays from various shiney objects in the vicinity, she was able to provide enough light to keep from tripping over herself as she moved across the floor covered in hay, feces and discarded food. Cirque treated it's animals almost better than it treated it's carnies, but Amee enjoyed working in the animals cages and really getting her hands dirty. Nothing soothed a worrying mind then a hard day's work that also served to remind her that there was no way on the planet that the military could track her here - for that simple reason, that they were no longer in the world she had learned to live in. She was no longer in the world that was infested with a power-hungry military force and their hordes of bounty hunters and scientists. She was, essentially, free in her contract and employment with the traveling circus. Here, she could safely and efficiently exercise her abilities without fear that some menacing man in a dark hood would take that small bit of freedom away from her with the stab of a needle.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she sniffled lightly as she began emptying the waste into the wheelbarrel once again. Her nose was beginning to bleed; it was more of an instinct than an actual knowing that clued her in to the overuse of her talent. She'd been bending light for well over two hours in minimal amounts, but as of yet she was unable to perform even that long to help her with menial tasks about the grounds. Almost three hours was most definitely an improvement, but she knew that to progress in any fashion she would need to push much harder. Turning the last rakeful of dirty hay into the wheelbarrel, she nodded to her partner, "Aye, that's about it." Her accent was light, most likely left over from a life long before her time in the labratory. The use of some distinct words pulled the accent further to light, but nevertheless only one with particularly good linguistic skills (or one merely with sharp ears) would know exactly which region it might have originated from. The United Kingdom (or what is the United Kingdom in her world), most likely a descent of Yorkshire influence though she couldn't tell you for certain.
The step down from the cage was a doozie, but she made it in a small leap before hefting a bag of new flooring over her shoulder with ease. She was hardly weak, her height being a considerable shock once ability was taken into consideration, but she by no means exhibited extraordinary strength. Flinging the bag into the cage door, it was soon followed by another before she hefted herself back into the now nearly pitch black cage. By exiting the dark interior she had been able to take a short break from exercising her talent, but now that she returned to the work in the shadows, she employed it once again. A pocket-knife was extracted to easily rip open the tops of the hay bags before she reached her hand in to throw the clean bedding about. It provided little respite from the hard wooden floors, but she figured that the animals hardly noticed the difference after they made their own beds from it. The big cats, infact, hardly seemed to notice. They were tougher and much more resistant to shows of weakness. Inhaling deeply through her nose, Aemilia wiped any blood that had dripped from her nose before continuing on. No pain, no gain; if she didn't push herself, her abilities would never progress on their own to the things that Grete had said she had seen medically enhanced.
She hoped that her saviour still lived back in their own world. Perhaps the military had let her go after discovering that Aemilia was not hiding in her apartment and any evidence of such had been destroyed, though the experiment highly doubted that they would even let Grete see uninterrupted daylight again much less walk on dirt. The older woman had given her life to save the girl, while Aemilia could only hope that she had simply survived. Grete had told her all she knew about file number 729; the experiments, the methods, the outcomes and whatever history she had been able to glean. Much of each experiments' history prior to the labratory, however, was either kept in a high-security vault or destroyed. It was more likely that Aemilia's history, excluding her name, had been eliminated. Technically, Aemilia no longer existed on her own plane, so she had to find a life elsewhere. Here with the Cirque, she had yet to find that existance, but merely the means of producing her own.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 12:53 am
aemilia's song is "how it ends" by devotchka.
their whole album, "how it ends" is aemilia, period. it just feels... aemilia-esque. i highly recommend checking them out, though i haven't found any definitive lyrics for the title track yet. the feel of the music, though - of building, climaxing, strong and then dwindling hope is just... ajodsifjdsaoifajdosifja. -dead-
i wish i had more to say for my little aemilia. i tried to edit a picture of natalie portman, but i couldn't get her hair realistically white so i gave up. ;_;
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 11:57 pm
i updated the banner welcome and fixed her eyes in the first picture, they were bugging me. (:
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