Post by Marie on Dec 9, 2008 21:28:54 GMT -5
Name
Age
Date of Birth
Homelands
Race
Class
Final
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Thank you, Li-Wa for poisoning my mind with your DSTD talk.
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Ofelia Elaine Lewis
Age
Fourteen years old in the body, is actually somewhere around/near/in the general area of thirty
Date of Birth
Nineteen eighty
Homelands
Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, United States of America, Earth?
Race
Zombie
Class
Bard
Final
Overture
Ofelia's one 'attack' that is actual a good attack, though it uses up almost all of her energy. She'll play a song, usually something from Fiddler on the Roof, and the faster she plays it, the more effect it has. Basically what it does is, it slows down time. It's easier for her to just slow down everything but requires more concentration to just slow down something particular, like slowing down time for one person and keeping it going for everyone else. The faster she plays, the slower time gets, but it only lasts for as long as she is playing.
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{Weapon information}
Non Dangerous Violin of Doom
Ofelia is not good with weapons. At all. In fact she is a danger to herself and all those around her with something even relatively sharp and pointy. This is why she uses a non-sharp and non-pointy violin that she named Samwise, for the character in her favorite book series. People take one look at this thing and run in fear, okay, not really. More like they laugh while she cries in the corner. Her violin is small and lightweight, this makes it easy for her to move around and haul ass out of battle if something bad starts happening. The violin his made of hand-carved chestnut wood that’s been stained to a nice rich amber color and the bow is made with real horse hair. She always carries extra strings somewhere on her person because she happens to snap quite a lot of strings.
Since she does use a violin and violins are, as a rule, quite breakable she has a spare fiddle that is rather worse for the wear and has seen better days. It’s made of cherry wood and is a bit scratched up but is still able to play a nice jaunty tune when the need arises. She also has a spare bow, only it’s not made of horse hair, actually she’s not quite sure what it’s made of. She named her fiddle Alphonse.
Her fiddle is in fact enchanted! It can be stuffed in a pocket, and not damaged, and only feel like you have a rather odd shaped cell phone on your person.
{Armor Information}
The Armor That Doesn’t Do Anything
Since Ofelia has the strength of a kitten and has no regeneration abilities what so ever she desperately needs to wear armor during battle. Problem is, she needs to be able to move around easily and needs something lightweight. So, she wears simple leather armor, which annoys her since it’s real leather.
She’s hoping to get something enchanted, but isn’t betting on it.
{Accessory Information}
Drugs?
I don’t know if this can be counted as an accessory but it’s close enough. Ofelia has to inject herself with a drug once a day that keeps her body from decomposing. Since she’s a zombie and all, and no one wants to see or smell that.
The drug keeps her from turning into a rotting pile of meat; it also gives her really slow regeneration abilities, meaning she can heal but very slowly. Like, a paper cut would take a full week to heal, something like skinning a knee would take a month. Though limbs will occasionally fall off, they can be sewn back on quite easily.
{Physical Description}
Ofelia is quite petite for someone her age, she’s only about four foot eleven and not even a hundred pounds. Actually, she might not even be ninety pounds, yeah, I’m pretty sure she’s not. She definitely looks her weight, to creep people out she counts her ribs, thought it’s more her skin color that creeps them out. Since she is one of the undead her body is technically decaying. Though thanks to science(!) her body does not decay into a pile of dust, dirt, and disgusting organs. Though her once peach-colored skin is now discolored with splotches of green, gray, and yellow, which she is quite sensitive of. Her usual pallor is now very pale and tinted slightly gray, as though she’s going to be sick.
Ofelia has a very young looking face, she has pouty lips that are black and blue tinged a round face with a small, sharp nose, and a bit of a pointed chin. Her eyes are large and have a permanently sorrowful look to them, almost as though she’s about to start crying. Her forehead is rather large so she keeps her bangs over the top of her face. Her eyes are a muddy hazel color, occasionally carrying gold flecks. She usually keeps her mouth firmly shut, for within her teeth are not the usual white, but are blackened, thought not decayed. Her hair is a light brown, almost a dusty color, and slightly tinged gray. It is stringy and naturally wavy and goes about mid back with bangs that almost cover her eyes, though not quite.
Her body is slightly disproportioned; she was going through a growth spurt at the time of her death. She has long arms and legs, knobby knees and elbows, and long, thin fingers. She appears to have the body type of a twelve year old, just beginning to show the hints of curves, though not enough to make her look extremely feminine. Meaning, she’s still quite flat. Her body is criss-crossed with stitches from sewing back on the limbs that fall off, though she does not feel pain nor bleed.
She usually wears very casual clothes, whatever she picks out of the dumpster or gets from the thrift store mostly. Baggy long sleeved shirts and jeans are her usual ensemble; she doesn’t like showing skin because of the stitches and discoloration. She also wears hats a lot, usually winter caps that have ear flaps. She takes particular pride in her green zip-up hoodie, with the hood up mostly, that’s stained with paint (or blood) splatters. She’ll usually just wear sneakers or converse, depends what she finds. She also likes to paint her nails a lot, since her nails are now as black as her teeth; she usually goes with a shade of blue or purple.
{Personality}
Ofelia is a very introverted person; she doesn’t like drawing attention to herself. In fact, she’d prefer it if everyone pretended she didn’t exist, that way no one could hurt her. She just wants to go through the rest of her undead life with her head down and avoiding crowds. Avoiding crowds has actually become somewhat of a hobby for her actually, see how many people cannot notice the little zombie girl! But seriously, she is terrified of any sort of contact, whether it is verbal or physical, or heck, even mental.
She’s actually quite the air head, always humming under her breath and not paying attention. She’s the world’s first clumsy zombie, no; really, remember the whole ‘not good with sharp and pointy objects’ thing? Yeah, she’d probably trip up a set of stairs and shank herself in the face. She’s also quite oblivious to many things, including innuendos; she won’t get a joke until someone explains it to her. Not to say she’s stupid, oh no, she’s just a bit slow when it comes to things like that.
On the subject of her being stupid, or not actually, I would like to point out that she’s actually fairly smart. She’s just not street smart, strictly book smart. She can do math in her head, algebra and simple geometry, and has a knack for remembering useless facts. To remember things that she needs to know she’ll write notes on her arms, and occasionally legs, she’ll actually take notes during normal conversations just to remember something someone said.
She’s very timid and shy; especially around people she doesn’t know or know very well. She gets tongue tied a lot, mostly during casual conversation because she can’t fathom why someone would want to talk to her. Oh yeah, that’s another thing, she has the self esteem level of a potato, maybe even less. She thinks that everyone will automatically hate her and think that she’s going to eat their brain, which she totally isn’t. There’s also the fact that she thinks that she’s a terrible musician, and it’s not modesty it’s the truth. She thinks that she’s terrible.
She can also be quite clingy when she makes a friend, though she has a habit of wondering if they really like her or if they’re just messing with her. She’s so paranoid. She’ll do almost anything for someone who’s nice to her and whom she considers to be her friend. She is actually a very sweet girl under all the depression and self-esteem issues; no one really knows what she’s really like since she’s so quite though. She’s very nice and it’s impossible for her to insult someone or be mean, it’s just like, a disorder that won’t allow her to be mean.
That does not mean it’s impossible for her to fight someone, it just means that she feels really, really, really bad about it after wards.
{Likes}
- Books
- Music
- Her violin and fiddle
- Math
- Musicals
- Chess
- Singing
{Dislikes}
- Anything and everything sexual
- People pointing out that she’s a zombie
- Zombie movies
- Being yelled at
- Sharp and pointy objects
- Being asked if she wants a brain
{Background}
Ofelia grew up a normal kid in Pittsburg, she wasn’t incredibly special. Though she could ‘see’ better than other humans, ‘seeing’ as in she could see what other people couldn’t. If a Faerie or Demon cloaked itself she could see through it, though she never quite understood what she was seeing. She was always teased by the kids at her school, they thought she was a freak, she talked to things that weren’t there and always had her head in the clouds. Ofelia grew up without any friends, not one.
She was also an only child; both of her parents loved her and each other enough. She didn’t mind being lonely, the invisible beings that she saw were usually happy enough to talk to her, since no one else every paid them any attention. It wasn’t until she was older that she understood that no one else could see those ghosts. She tried to act normal, not talking to the ghost in public, but the damage had been done. She was labeled a freak and cast out of every group of kids she tried to make friends with.
When she entered middle school her parents decided that she needed something to get her friends, yes, they had noticed that their daughter was always alone. They enrolled her in a music program, knowing of her love of song, and got her a violin. Ofelia loved the music classes, but the kids still alienated her, thinking her to be weird.
In the thirteenth year of Ofelia’s life something happened, something that changed her forever. She was raped, but not by a human, oh no, she’s not that lucky. Let me tell you the story… She was coming home from her violin lessons one day when she noticed a demon watching her, she started walking faster. The demon started following her. Eventually he cornered her and for whatever reason this rapist decided to have his way with her. The experience scarred her for life and caused all kinds of pain for her, both physical and emotional.
After about a month without finding the pedophilic demon (her parents thought it to be a human pedophile) it was discovered that she had a terminal disease caused by an STD (more commonly called DSTD, Demonic Sexually Transmitted Disease) the demon had given her. It was a demonic sort of AIDS that quickly took control of her body and slowly killed her. When her heart officially stopped beating she was declared legally dead. Her body was taken to the morgue and stayed there for four hours.
Then Ofelia woke up.
Somewhere in her fourteen-year-old mind she understood that she should be dead, but wasn’t. So she high-tailed it out of there, she had no want to be dissected in a lab. So after dropping off at her house and taking some stuff, her parents weren’t home, she hit the road. Literally, she took a few steps and tripped face-down onto the concrete. Though to her surprise, she felt no pain. Dead nerve-endings, whoda thunk?
She spent the next several years wandering around; occasionally someone would see her and make the connection. Decayed appearance, must be a zombie right? She got chased out of a fair few towns and more than once did someone come after her with World War Z on their pathetic human minds.
Eventually she came across rumors of Twilight Moon Acadamy, she decided that maybe she would be accepted. She might not be liked there, but she also might not have people chasing after her with torches and guns. So she began to make her way to the place called the Ghost Shipyard.
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Thank you, Li-Wa for poisoning my mind with your DSTD talk.
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