Post by Amelia Sixx on Feb 20, 2017 5:24:11 GMT
Name: Amelia Sixx
Alias: Witching Hour, The Mythical Moron (Usually as an Insult)
Age: 24
Gender Identity: Female
Character Race: Human
Player Class: Stand User
Player Class: Stand User
Traits
Negative
Positive
- Energetic
- Kind
- Patient
- Cheerful
- Fair
- Creative
Negative
- Impulsive
- Messy
- Sarcastic
- Unorganized
- Forgetful
- Irresponsible
Stats
Strength: 4
Agility: 7
Toughness: 4
Technical-Agility: 7
Toughness: 4
Skill: 6
Force: 4
Stealth: 5
:Freeform section:
"So. You've heard of the Salem Witch Trials, right? That series of events in American history where twenty people were executed under the paranoid assumption that they were performing witchcraft. That's where my family history starts. A distant ancestor of mine lived in Salem, and was initially going to be one of the women charged with Witchcraft. Luckily for her, she managed to convince everyone that she wasn't one of those people by shifting the attention of those around her to other, more shady people. Unlike people think now though, almost all of the people executed in these trials were in fact not burned at the stake..only one of them was. The rest were hung until dead. Though, I doubt you want to hear about all that ancient history. The point of that however, is that my family has been steeped in the supernatural from day one. That ancestor was a very deft liar, as she practiced a type of magic that let her harness the power of the sun, according to secret writings that my grandmother had in her possession from way back then. According to the rest of my family, we are from a long lineage of witches and other supernatural beings.
Throughout my families history, we had supernatural ties with various levels of openness. At some point in time, my family gained the ability to manifest a guardian spirit. I've done a lot of looking around, and none of my family knows when the ability became so common that everyone in my family inevitably ends up with one. But, we all end up with one, and I was no exception. But my story doesn't start when I manifested my own guardian. And it doesn't start here in France either. It starts all the way back across the ocean, in the United States. Man..I don't even remember which state I lived in over in the states..oh well, that's no big deal. The important bit is that, over in the states, I lived in a family that very much was all about advocating the existence of magic. I remember how crazy things were in my house while I was growing up, objects would fly across rooms into my parents hands, if one of us tripped, we were usually caught and propped back up onto our feet..it was nuts.
Of course, they also instilled in me the belief that I shouldn't be ashamed of believing in magic, and that my own gifts would appear eventually. A good belief in theory..but in practice it wasn't always a good thing. When I was in grade school, it was fine. Kids are always ready to believe in crazy things. I was even allowed to wear the witch hat my mom bought for me when I was younger. I wasn't exactly popular, but I had friends. Of course, the older I got, the more those friends started to distance themselves from me. I got more and more weird looks as I got older. Eventually, the bullying started. The minute I got into middle school, people started thinking of me as just "that weird witch girl". Nobody really thought of me as a person. I was constantly pushed around, made to give people my cash, and even got smacked around by some of the girls in my grade.
This process kept going on and on until I was in my senior year of high school. I had brought a good chunk of money with me to purchase something..I don't even remember what it was, but it was something I could only purchase through the school, and it had a cost of around a hundred bucks. At this point, I walked to school, because I lived close enough, and it allowed me to leave later, since I lived very close to the high school. I guess someone had figured out that I was carrying a bunch of cash on me at the time, since I'd saved my own money in cash, instead of writing a check..and that person was one of the people that constantly bullied me. He walked right in front of me, and stopped me. He told me that he wanted all the money I had. I told him no..and he pulled a knife on me. I still said no, I wasn't going to give up the money I had saved.
That was when he swung at me, and I threw my hands out, flinching, eyes closing, all that jazz. But then I heard a scream, so I opened my eyes..and the knife had melted. It was little more than a glob of plastic, the whole thing dribbling down onto the concrete of the sidewalk. The kid was freaked. He bolted, clutching his hand. I found out later that he had suffered second degree, nearing third degree burns. They'd had to graft skin onto his palm to keep him able to use it. But that didn't matter at the time. I felt something strange going on. But honestly, I had freaked out, and bolted home. My parents were able to sense the figure the moment I walked in the house. My mom had me sit down, while my dad called the school and told them that I had gone back home, having suddenly got sick on my way to school.
I was told that what had happened to me was my own manifestation of my supernatural power. I spent that whole day with my parents in a cabin in the woods that they owned, training with the basics of its powers. Apparently, mine was different from any of the guardians that they had known about, as mine seemed to have a personality of its own, completely separate from mine. Mine also seemed to have the highest amount of range. Of course, I only had that day to dedicate fully to training. But..after that, the bullying just..stopped. Apparently the one who had tried stabbing me for the cash I was carrying had started telling everyone that my whole witch persona was somehow legit. I supposed that everyone was scared. Because now nobody really paid any attention to me, and even the teachers started going out of their way to not really bother me. I went through the rest of high school without much problem after that.
My story really stops being interesting after that. I spent the years after high school trying to figure out what all my guardian was capable of, and eventually figured out that I could control Kinetic Energy, allowing me to do all kinds of crazy things. Then, when I turned Twenty-Three, I heard about a bunch of bizarre things going on here in France. I paid for a ticket, and came here. Of course I eventually found out the proper name for what my family called my guardian, and that my power wasn't unique to my family. For now, I'll remain in France, training with my Stand and finding out what the hell's going on here."
Other Notes: Don't touch her hat. It's a very bad idea, unless she tells you you can touch it.
"So. You've heard of the Salem Witch Trials, right? That series of events in American history where twenty people were executed under the paranoid assumption that they were performing witchcraft. That's where my family history starts. A distant ancestor of mine lived in Salem, and was initially going to be one of the women charged with Witchcraft. Luckily for her, she managed to convince everyone that she wasn't one of those people by shifting the attention of those around her to other, more shady people. Unlike people think now though, almost all of the people executed in these trials were in fact not burned at the stake..only one of them was. The rest were hung until dead. Though, I doubt you want to hear about all that ancient history. The point of that however, is that my family has been steeped in the supernatural from day one. That ancestor was a very deft liar, as she practiced a type of magic that let her harness the power of the sun, according to secret writings that my grandmother had in her possession from way back then. According to the rest of my family, we are from a long lineage of witches and other supernatural beings.
Throughout my families history, we had supernatural ties with various levels of openness. At some point in time, my family gained the ability to manifest a guardian spirit. I've done a lot of looking around, and none of my family knows when the ability became so common that everyone in my family inevitably ends up with one. But, we all end up with one, and I was no exception. But my story doesn't start when I manifested my own guardian. And it doesn't start here in France either. It starts all the way back across the ocean, in the United States. Man..I don't even remember which state I lived in over in the states..oh well, that's no big deal. The important bit is that, over in the states, I lived in a family that very much was all about advocating the existence of magic. I remember how crazy things were in my house while I was growing up, objects would fly across rooms into my parents hands, if one of us tripped, we were usually caught and propped back up onto our feet..it was nuts.
Of course, they also instilled in me the belief that I shouldn't be ashamed of believing in magic, and that my own gifts would appear eventually. A good belief in theory..but in practice it wasn't always a good thing. When I was in grade school, it was fine. Kids are always ready to believe in crazy things. I was even allowed to wear the witch hat my mom bought for me when I was younger. I wasn't exactly popular, but I had friends. Of course, the older I got, the more those friends started to distance themselves from me. I got more and more weird looks as I got older. Eventually, the bullying started. The minute I got into middle school, people started thinking of me as just "that weird witch girl". Nobody really thought of me as a person. I was constantly pushed around, made to give people my cash, and even got smacked around by some of the girls in my grade.
This process kept going on and on until I was in my senior year of high school. I had brought a good chunk of money with me to purchase something..I don't even remember what it was, but it was something I could only purchase through the school, and it had a cost of around a hundred bucks. At this point, I walked to school, because I lived close enough, and it allowed me to leave later, since I lived very close to the high school. I guess someone had figured out that I was carrying a bunch of cash on me at the time, since I'd saved my own money in cash, instead of writing a check..and that person was one of the people that constantly bullied me. He walked right in front of me, and stopped me. He told me that he wanted all the money I had. I told him no..and he pulled a knife on me. I still said no, I wasn't going to give up the money I had saved.
That was when he swung at me, and I threw my hands out, flinching, eyes closing, all that jazz. But then I heard a scream, so I opened my eyes..and the knife had melted. It was little more than a glob of plastic, the whole thing dribbling down onto the concrete of the sidewalk. The kid was freaked. He bolted, clutching his hand. I found out later that he had suffered second degree, nearing third degree burns. They'd had to graft skin onto his palm to keep him able to use it. But that didn't matter at the time. I felt something strange going on. But honestly, I had freaked out, and bolted home. My parents were able to sense the figure the moment I walked in the house. My mom had me sit down, while my dad called the school and told them that I had gone back home, having suddenly got sick on my way to school.
I was told that what had happened to me was my own manifestation of my supernatural power. I spent that whole day with my parents in a cabin in the woods that they owned, training with the basics of its powers. Apparently, mine was different from any of the guardians that they had known about, as mine seemed to have a personality of its own, completely separate from mine. Mine also seemed to have the highest amount of range. Of course, I only had that day to dedicate fully to training. But..after that, the bullying just..stopped. Apparently the one who had tried stabbing me for the cash I was carrying had started telling everyone that my whole witch persona was somehow legit. I supposed that everyone was scared. Because now nobody really paid any attention to me, and even the teachers started going out of their way to not really bother me. I went through the rest of high school without much problem after that.
My story really stops being interesting after that. I spent the years after high school trying to figure out what all my guardian was capable of, and eventually figured out that I could control Kinetic Energy, allowing me to do all kinds of crazy things. Then, when I turned Twenty-Three, I heard about a bunch of bizarre things going on here in France. I paid for a ticket, and came here. Of course I eventually found out the proper name for what my family called my guardian, and that my power wasn't unique to my family. For now, I'll remain in France, training with my Stand and finding out what the hell's going on here."
Other Notes: Don't touch her hat. It's a very bad idea, unless she tells you you can touch it.