Post by .Scotchy. on Aug 3, 2014 20:16:44 GMT -6
[ B a s i c ]
NAME Skyler Jean Bishop
YEAR 6th
AGE 16
GENDER Female
HEIGHT 5'5"
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Bisexual
APPEARANCE
Skye is a skinny short girl, maybe one that is a little on the too skinny side, but it isn’t repulsive. One could see her ribs, ever so slightly, and her breasts only have a little bit of fat to give them that nice small bounce. She has almost no muscle to her arms and legs, making her have a severe feminine and delicate look to her body. She has “long” legs, for a girl that is 5’4” and a small pair of matching feet that are about a size 6. Her arms are of average length and her hands give way to small, bone-like fingers that sport short nails that are always colored in some way or another.
She has long natural brown hair (that comes almost to her butt) but Skye never likes to leave it the natural way. She always has it colored, usually purple (with a variation of purples) but she also likes to sport a bleached hair dye, as well as bleached with rainbow tips… or even jet black. While her eyes are a striking bright blue, and nicely oval shaped, she also enjoys altering that look. She will change contacts that give her maybe a dark brown color or even a dark green. The more different the better.
Her skin is on the paler side of white, but has great complexion. She never really was a pizza-faced girl, and often complimented on her softness of the skin. While her skin is pale, she likes to sport a few tattoos. One is water-colored style of a humming bird, draped along her right shoulder. She has one other of a butterfly on her wrist.
Skye’s face is a delicate oval shape with a nice close jaw and a finely shaped nose. Her eyebrows curve nicely along her eyes, but are often a lighter color due to it’s natural way of being light. Despite their lighter color she will pencil it in a little darker, giving her face a more distinct feature. Along side her face; her ears are decorated with several earring holes along the edges of her ear. She has sixteen piercings total on her ears, and one on her belly button.
TRAITS/PERSONALITY
Skyler is the kind of girl that is trapped by her own fears. She would like to be free, and enjoy her life, which I would say is reflected in the way she does her… anything. The way she changes her hair color, her eye color, how she takes photos, and draws… all of that is her expressing herself in a way she wished she could be. She lives in a small room with lots of color and lights and artistic things, but she won’t ever step outside it unless she has to. She is afraid of her own abilities and what she can do or cannot do for instance. Her power is something that controls her life in a sense. In hopes to dim down her abilities she likes to take drugs, it helps her mellow out. If she is mellowed out, her powers seem to sip away. But the more she smokes pot, the more it doesn’t effect her, so she keeps looking for bigger and better drugs to help.
She likes people, despite being afraid to socialize with them. She wants to have friends like she used to have before and wishes she could talk to her family. Her mother and father have passed, because of her, and she feels has if she cannot talk to her other family members, as if she had betrayed them. She isn’t the kind to betray anyone and certainly would let it get to her if she thought she had. This shows she is extremely emotional, or at least she lives with her heart on her sleeve. She takes things personally and feels for others, maybe more than she ever should.
As far as love goes she definitely would like to experience it. But everything all depends on whether or not she can get a handle on her powers. She is not as strong minded and stubborn as some people can be. She is definitely of the softer type but she isn’t afraid to say her own opinion when she has to, which makes her all the more interesting. Only because she’d be the last person you’d expect to have saying something. She’s quiet, maybe a little shy, and doesn’t really talk much but when she has something to say it’s worth saying.
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Extremely powerful ability to manipulate gravity
HISTORY
Skyler’s childhood was as normal as she’d like to think. She had a mom and dad that both worked in the city and took care of her. They provided everything she ever needed. She lived in a nice flat, it was fairly spacious and one of the better ones one could have in the city. Her father was a big lawyer, so he was often gone and her mother had her own little store, so she had smaller hours. Everything was fine. Her father would come late to eat leftovers of what her mother had made, and Skye would often be doing her homework or drawing. But as she got older she started noticing little things.
It first started with pencils, something really small and insignificant. She was breaking them all the time, without even really applying any pressure to them. They would just snap. Her mother would constantly tell her to be more gentle, but she couldn’t help it, it was as if the slightly bit of pressure made everything just break. She started breaking other utensils too… and then in her room things would move… shake… sometimes crush as if something was pushing down on it. Skye was starting to notice it was happening when she was angry or focusing on something really hard. She tried to ignore it, and not tell her parents but she was starting to get scared. She was only nine years old anyway. What was she to do?
When Skyler was around ten her family started to change. Her mom was drinking a lot more, and her father was showing up later and later, sometimes never at all. Eventually Skye woke up to her parents fighting, her fathers voice getting louder and louder and then the sound of smacking resonated in the halls. Silence fell into the air and Skye pulled her covers closer to her, afraid to go out. The next day her mother had a black and blue eye, a red cheek, and a few bruises on her arm. She didn’t say anything just poured Skye a bowl of cereal.
These events kept happening, and eventually it turned onto Skye. She was growing thinner from stress, and sporting long sleeved shirts to cover bruises. It seemed as if her powers, or her abilities that she once had, disappeared. As if the stress kept anything from showing itself. Until she had to save her own life.
When Skye was just barely eleven years old an event happened that would change her entire life. Her father came home, wreaking of a two dollar whore, and was screaming at her mother. Things got out of control and Skye was in the middle, trying to pull him off her. Eventually he turned onto her, hitting her repeatedly. Before she knew it, everything around her seemed to press down her father was choking and growing red, her mother was falling to the floor. And then before her eyes, they died. She doesn’t remember how they died, she blanked after that moment. But she knows they were dead. Because she remembers suddenly being on a tram with other children, children wearing black robes and carrying around wands. What Sky did not remember was how her parents were splattered on the wall in front of her by her own doings.
After the incident, the headmistress knocked on Skye's door. Skyler greeted her with bloodstained clothes and frozen eyes, eyes that were no longer registering the situation. The Headmistress immediately knew what to do and took care of it. The first memory Skyler really has, after the fight her family had, is of getting on a train with a bunch of other children dressed in cloaks and carried wands. She knows she was told that supposedly they were children a lot like her, children who would understand.
ANIMAGUS FORM
None
HOUSE
Hufflepuff
WAND
Willow, Dragon Heartstring, 10"
[E x t r a]
MEDICAL CONDITIONS
Drug addict, but other than that she is fine... maybe a little depressed
DAY OF BIRTH
October 31st
PETS
Henry
FAMILY
Deceased
PATRONUS FORM
Wolf
SAMPLE RP
The iron taste filled into Skyler's mouth before she could even register what she was looking at. Blood was all over the kitchen floor, splattered onto her clothes and face... not only that there were chunks of flesh scattered throughout the room. She found herself not being able to move, just stare. What happened here? Why was she even staring at it? Why was there so much blood? She wanted to scream, but couldn't. She wanted to run, but was stuck. She looked down and saw a white ball laying next to her. It had red lines, almost like veins that connected out to a piece of tissue. Something told her to leave it alone, that she didn't want to touch it, but she did anyway. She turned it gently, feeling it was squishy and a little delicate. When she turned it over it revealed a bright ice-like blue circle with black in the middle. It looked... so familiar... like her mothers---
Skyler let out a scream and jolted herself awake, except it wasn't the normal kind of jolt. Everything started to shake in her apartment and she slammed herself up against the ceiling. When her eyes were officially open she could feel the blood flowing down her nose and along her lips. She looked down to see her couch and coffee table below her. The sudden shock of being up there made her release herself and she slammed back down on the ground, her back feeling the cold hardwood floor.
This wasn't the first time she woke up like that, but it was the first time she woke up remembering bits of her dream. The blood, the eye... it all stained the inside of her memory and she felt herself grow sick. It was almost as if it was real. She rolled herself over and ran towards the bathroom, throwing her head over the toilet and let out everything she ate the night before. Spaghetti. She was never eating anything with the color red and noodles ever again.
When she was finished she managed to crawl back to the living room, the floor shaking underneath her, threatening to give way any second. She reached out for a joint that was laying out on the coffee table, half smoked, and lit it up. She closed her eyes and took the hit, letting her body slink back against the couch and feel the relaxation she was forcing herself to feel. After a few more hits her brain started to relax and the room was settling down. Before she could even get up, someone was slamming at her door.
"MS. BISHOP! OPEN THE DOOR, RIGHT NOW!" A mans voice was coming from the other end, with a continual slam.
Rolling her eyes, Skye got to her feet and opened the door. It was her neighbor, Mr. Willson. He was an older gentleman, like around forty, balding and wore polos with khakis. He stared at her, his face starting to turn red. Sure she answered the door in her underwear and a t-shirt, but he was the one slamming her door. She stared at him, her eyes bloodshot.
"What is with all that racket?? You are driving people crazy!" He managed, his face turned to the ground.
"I didn't do anything," she lied, shrugging, "Maybe there was an earthquake."
He moved his head up and stared at her. Confused. "What happened to your nose? You didn't make all that noise?"
"No," she said matter-of-factly, "And nothing, I just hit the door when I came here. As for the noise, it could have been the people above us, I keep hearing lot of fighting. But if you will excuse me, I have work to do today, so it was nice talking to you."
She gently closed the door, waited, and heard him leave then turned around. She pinched her forehead together, trying hard not to think too much. She was growing increasingly worried about living here. If she continued to have these dreams, shaking everything and slamming herself around... she might actually cause the building to collapse in her sleep. The thought of the people around her dying made her sick to her stomach. Maybe she needed to move.
Skyler managed to shower, get dressed and eat a little without wrecking anything. Just before she went to work she took one more hit and grabbed ahold of her cigarettes, they would have to hold her over until she got home. When she stepped outside the building the dark sky hit her, along with the cold crisp air. She pulled her parka closer to herself and walked along the sidewalk to get to her bar. She worked nights. So she often slept during the day and didn't really get out the door until the sun was completely down. This whole routine gave her a lovely pale color and soft circles under the eyes. Maybe it was perhaps more the fact she woke up flinging herself to the ceiling than it was working nights.
She stopped at a restaurant called, Insomnia Foods, and stepped in. It was late night place that stayed open for the people who go to the bars or work late. It was usually dead, with only a few lingering people but that made it easier for her to work. Plus, they didn't care about hair styles or tattoos. Especially since her hair was purple, long, and crimped with a few strands, and she had a few different tattoos on her skin. One on her wrist that was definitely viewable, and earrings all along her ears. Her look wasn't always accepted in some places.
Skye took off her parka and hung it up, revealing her black skinny pants and a standard white button down shirt with the restaurant logo stitched in the pocket. She had it tucked in, showing off a studded belt that matched her black leather boots. She grabbed ahold of her waitressing apron and tied it around her waist, then moved to her firs table.
"Good evening, my name is Skyler, I will be serving you this evening. What can I get you to drink?"
NAME Skyler Jean Bishop
YEAR 6th
AGE 16
GENDER Female
HEIGHT 5'5"
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Bisexual
APPEARANCE
Skye is a skinny short girl, maybe one that is a little on the too skinny side, but it isn’t repulsive. One could see her ribs, ever so slightly, and her breasts only have a little bit of fat to give them that nice small bounce. She has almost no muscle to her arms and legs, making her have a severe feminine and delicate look to her body. She has “long” legs, for a girl that is 5’4” and a small pair of matching feet that are about a size 6. Her arms are of average length and her hands give way to small, bone-like fingers that sport short nails that are always colored in some way or another.
She has long natural brown hair (that comes almost to her butt) but Skye never likes to leave it the natural way. She always has it colored, usually purple (with a variation of purples) but she also likes to sport a bleached hair dye, as well as bleached with rainbow tips… or even jet black. While her eyes are a striking bright blue, and nicely oval shaped, she also enjoys altering that look. She will change contacts that give her maybe a dark brown color or even a dark green. The more different the better.
Her skin is on the paler side of white, but has great complexion. She never really was a pizza-faced girl, and often complimented on her softness of the skin. While her skin is pale, she likes to sport a few tattoos. One is water-colored style of a humming bird, draped along her right shoulder. She has one other of a butterfly on her wrist.
Skye’s face is a delicate oval shape with a nice close jaw and a finely shaped nose. Her eyebrows curve nicely along her eyes, but are often a lighter color due to it’s natural way of being light. Despite their lighter color she will pencil it in a little darker, giving her face a more distinct feature. Along side her face; her ears are decorated with several earring holes along the edges of her ear. She has sixteen piercings total on her ears, and one on her belly button.
TRAITS/PERSONALITY
Skyler is the kind of girl that is trapped by her own fears. She would like to be free, and enjoy her life, which I would say is reflected in the way she does her… anything. The way she changes her hair color, her eye color, how she takes photos, and draws… all of that is her expressing herself in a way she wished she could be. She lives in a small room with lots of color and lights and artistic things, but she won’t ever step outside it unless she has to. She is afraid of her own abilities and what she can do or cannot do for instance. Her power is something that controls her life in a sense. In hopes to dim down her abilities she likes to take drugs, it helps her mellow out. If she is mellowed out, her powers seem to sip away. But the more she smokes pot, the more it doesn’t effect her, so she keeps looking for bigger and better drugs to help.
She likes people, despite being afraid to socialize with them. She wants to have friends like she used to have before and wishes she could talk to her family. Her mother and father have passed, because of her, and she feels has if she cannot talk to her other family members, as if she had betrayed them. She isn’t the kind to betray anyone and certainly would let it get to her if she thought she had. This shows she is extremely emotional, or at least she lives with her heart on her sleeve. She takes things personally and feels for others, maybe more than she ever should.
As far as love goes she definitely would like to experience it. But everything all depends on whether or not she can get a handle on her powers. She is not as strong minded and stubborn as some people can be. She is definitely of the softer type but she isn’t afraid to say her own opinion when she has to, which makes her all the more interesting. Only because she’d be the last person you’d expect to have saying something. She’s quiet, maybe a little shy, and doesn’t really talk much but when she has something to say it’s worth saying.
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Extremely powerful ability to manipulate gravity
HISTORY
Skyler’s childhood was as normal as she’d like to think. She had a mom and dad that both worked in the city and took care of her. They provided everything she ever needed. She lived in a nice flat, it was fairly spacious and one of the better ones one could have in the city. Her father was a big lawyer, so he was often gone and her mother had her own little store, so she had smaller hours. Everything was fine. Her father would come late to eat leftovers of what her mother had made, and Skye would often be doing her homework or drawing. But as she got older she started noticing little things.
It first started with pencils, something really small and insignificant. She was breaking them all the time, without even really applying any pressure to them. They would just snap. Her mother would constantly tell her to be more gentle, but she couldn’t help it, it was as if the slightly bit of pressure made everything just break. She started breaking other utensils too… and then in her room things would move… shake… sometimes crush as if something was pushing down on it. Skye was starting to notice it was happening when she was angry or focusing on something really hard. She tried to ignore it, and not tell her parents but she was starting to get scared. She was only nine years old anyway. What was she to do?
When Skyler was around ten her family started to change. Her mom was drinking a lot more, and her father was showing up later and later, sometimes never at all. Eventually Skye woke up to her parents fighting, her fathers voice getting louder and louder and then the sound of smacking resonated in the halls. Silence fell into the air and Skye pulled her covers closer to her, afraid to go out. The next day her mother had a black and blue eye, a red cheek, and a few bruises on her arm. She didn’t say anything just poured Skye a bowl of cereal.
These events kept happening, and eventually it turned onto Skye. She was growing thinner from stress, and sporting long sleeved shirts to cover bruises. It seemed as if her powers, or her abilities that she once had, disappeared. As if the stress kept anything from showing itself. Until she had to save her own life.
When Skye was just barely eleven years old an event happened that would change her entire life. Her father came home, wreaking of a two dollar whore, and was screaming at her mother. Things got out of control and Skye was in the middle, trying to pull him off her. Eventually he turned onto her, hitting her repeatedly. Before she knew it, everything around her seemed to press down her father was choking and growing red, her mother was falling to the floor. And then before her eyes, they died. She doesn’t remember how they died, she blanked after that moment. But she knows they were dead. Because she remembers suddenly being on a tram with other children, children wearing black robes and carrying around wands. What Sky did not remember was how her parents were splattered on the wall in front of her by her own doings.
After the incident, the headmistress knocked on Skye's door. Skyler greeted her with bloodstained clothes and frozen eyes, eyes that were no longer registering the situation. The Headmistress immediately knew what to do and took care of it. The first memory Skyler really has, after the fight her family had, is of getting on a train with a bunch of other children dressed in cloaks and carried wands. She knows she was told that supposedly they were children a lot like her, children who would understand.
ANIMAGUS FORM
None
HOUSE
Hufflepuff
WAND
Willow, Dragon Heartstring, 10"
[E x t r a]
MEDICAL CONDITIONS
Drug addict, but other than that she is fine... maybe a little depressed
DAY OF BIRTH
October 31st
PETS
Henry
FAMILY
Deceased
PATRONUS FORM
Wolf
SAMPLE RP
The iron taste filled into Skyler's mouth before she could even register what she was looking at. Blood was all over the kitchen floor, splattered onto her clothes and face... not only that there were chunks of flesh scattered throughout the room. She found herself not being able to move, just stare. What happened here? Why was she even staring at it? Why was there so much blood? She wanted to scream, but couldn't. She wanted to run, but was stuck. She looked down and saw a white ball laying next to her. It had red lines, almost like veins that connected out to a piece of tissue. Something told her to leave it alone, that she didn't want to touch it, but she did anyway. She turned it gently, feeling it was squishy and a little delicate. When she turned it over it revealed a bright ice-like blue circle with black in the middle. It looked... so familiar... like her mothers---
Skyler let out a scream and jolted herself awake, except it wasn't the normal kind of jolt. Everything started to shake in her apartment and she slammed herself up against the ceiling. When her eyes were officially open she could feel the blood flowing down her nose and along her lips. She looked down to see her couch and coffee table below her. The sudden shock of being up there made her release herself and she slammed back down on the ground, her back feeling the cold hardwood floor.
This wasn't the first time she woke up like that, but it was the first time she woke up remembering bits of her dream. The blood, the eye... it all stained the inside of her memory and she felt herself grow sick. It was almost as if it was real. She rolled herself over and ran towards the bathroom, throwing her head over the toilet and let out everything she ate the night before. Spaghetti. She was never eating anything with the color red and noodles ever again.
When she was finished she managed to crawl back to the living room, the floor shaking underneath her, threatening to give way any second. She reached out for a joint that was laying out on the coffee table, half smoked, and lit it up. She closed her eyes and took the hit, letting her body slink back against the couch and feel the relaxation she was forcing herself to feel. After a few more hits her brain started to relax and the room was settling down. Before she could even get up, someone was slamming at her door.
"MS. BISHOP! OPEN THE DOOR, RIGHT NOW!" A mans voice was coming from the other end, with a continual slam.
Rolling her eyes, Skye got to her feet and opened the door. It was her neighbor, Mr. Willson. He was an older gentleman, like around forty, balding and wore polos with khakis. He stared at her, his face starting to turn red. Sure she answered the door in her underwear and a t-shirt, but he was the one slamming her door. She stared at him, her eyes bloodshot.
"What is with all that racket?? You are driving people crazy!" He managed, his face turned to the ground.
"I didn't do anything," she lied, shrugging, "Maybe there was an earthquake."
He moved his head up and stared at her. Confused. "What happened to your nose? You didn't make all that noise?"
"No," she said matter-of-factly, "And nothing, I just hit the door when I came here. As for the noise, it could have been the people above us, I keep hearing lot of fighting. But if you will excuse me, I have work to do today, so it was nice talking to you."
She gently closed the door, waited, and heard him leave then turned around. She pinched her forehead together, trying hard not to think too much. She was growing increasingly worried about living here. If she continued to have these dreams, shaking everything and slamming herself around... she might actually cause the building to collapse in her sleep. The thought of the people around her dying made her sick to her stomach. Maybe she needed to move.
Skyler managed to shower, get dressed and eat a little without wrecking anything. Just before she went to work she took one more hit and grabbed ahold of her cigarettes, they would have to hold her over until she got home. When she stepped outside the building the dark sky hit her, along with the cold crisp air. She pulled her parka closer to herself and walked along the sidewalk to get to her bar. She worked nights. So she often slept during the day and didn't really get out the door until the sun was completely down. This whole routine gave her a lovely pale color and soft circles under the eyes. Maybe it was perhaps more the fact she woke up flinging herself to the ceiling than it was working nights.
She stopped at a restaurant called, Insomnia Foods, and stepped in. It was late night place that stayed open for the people who go to the bars or work late. It was usually dead, with only a few lingering people but that made it easier for her to work. Plus, they didn't care about hair styles or tattoos. Especially since her hair was purple, long, and crimped with a few strands, and she had a few different tattoos on her skin. One on her wrist that was definitely viewable, and earrings all along her ears. Her look wasn't always accepted in some places.
Skye took off her parka and hung it up, revealing her black skinny pants and a standard white button down shirt with the restaurant logo stitched in the pocket. She had it tucked in, showing off a studded belt that matched her black leather boots. She grabbed ahold of her waitressing apron and tied it around her waist, then moved to her firs table.
"Good evening, my name is Skyler, I will be serving you this evening. What can I get you to drink?"