Post by Harley Golde on Mar 5, 2011 16:43:55 GMT -5
HARLEY
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HARLEY CHARITY GOLDE[/color][/font]
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- Shape Shifter
- Song
ABILITY DESCRIPTION: - Shape Shifter:
As a shape shifter, Harley can transform into any organic form. Her limitations are other humans/gods/etc., plants, and mythical creatures. (To her dismantlement, she can't transform into Cthulhu) She can stay transformed for an indefinite amount of time, although the longer she stays in her transformed form, the longer it takes for her to transform back into her human form. - Song:
Song is a unique ability that when Harley is singing, she can put the listeners into a trance for a short period of time. It is triggered when she sings A Capella (without music). Its handy for when she's stuck in a situation where she needs to run away. All she needs to do is sing, and she can get away.
GLANCE INTO YOUR MIND
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- Sketching
- Travel
- Her Fennec, Face
- The Flower Mobile (the vintage VW hippie bus she drives)
DISLIKES: - Aeroplane Travel
- Rapists
- Rain
- Yuppie neighborhoods
- Rappers
WEAKNESSES: - Good Coffee
- The side effects of her ability
STRENGTHS: - Headstrong
- Has a quick and witty tong
HOPES: - Earn enough money to buy a house
- Find her family
FEARS: - The man who stole her family (see history)
- Not ever being able to switch back to her human form
FATHER: Unknown
MOTHER: Siobhan Golde -40- Location unknown/ missing
SIBLINGS: - Lachlan Golde -male-20- Location unknown/missing
- Missy Golde -female-13- Location unknown/missing
SPOUSE/PARTNER: Trevor Finnegan -male-20- Traveling with Harley- Possible (future) Husband
CHILDREN: N/A
HISTORY & PERSONALITY:
Harley was born in Ireland in '89, to a single mother with the ability to see other people's futures. According to Harley's mother, her father was a terrible person...nothing else was said. Harley later found out that her father had been a Catholic priest accused numerous times of rape and assault against women. Out of all of her siblings, Harley was the only one who ended up having abilities, which she kept to herself.
Shortly after Harley turned three, her mother along with her three children moved to America in hopes of finding a "real" job. While in preschool, Harley normally kept to herself and was quiet. Her teachers expressed her concern with her mother, but all attempts to get Harley to become more social ended up in failure.
Harley found her talent for singing in a choral workshop one of her friends invited her to. One of the instructors offered her voice training and guitar lessons after hearing her sing. He figured that she could become a big-shot on Broadway, or land a record deal. Much to his surprise, she eventually decided to go to more of a bar scene and sing comedy.
While Harley was in voice training, she discovered a new ability. This ability she called "song" startled her and she began to experiment with her talent. She found that her talent didn't work if there was accompanying music, so a career as a singer could still work out.
One night while Harley was away at college, an unknown man entered her mother's apartment and kidnapped her mother, brother, and sister. Harley wasn't notified until three months after the incident, but the police told her that it was too late; three burnt bodies had been found in a nearby city.
Even so, Harley was determined to find her family. The police had reported that the bodies had been burnt, so there was still a chance that they were alive.
After taking a short break from college, Harley soon returned to finish her studies.
Once Harley graduated, she set out in her VW bus in search of her family and other people with powers. During her journeys, she earned money by playing at bars and small community theaters. Sometimes she would be requested as an entertainer, while other times, she would play at open-mic-nights.
Harley found her gifted boyfriend, Trevor while performing. He decided to travel alongside Harley and help her. They found a lead on the whereabouts of her family and are currently in pursuit of them.
BEHIND THE MASK
- Email: shera_fluff at rocketmail dot comThe Whistler walked down the sand coated streets of a small seaside village, whistling a tune. The tune was silent to the ears of adults, but just one bit of sound from the whistler’s lips drew children to him, like ants to a picnic. That was the magic of his song.
Soon enough, the whistler thought, the children will come.
The Whistler himself was a tall and lean silver fox with enticing, golden eyes. His coat was always well groomed, not a single hair out of place. His voice was dark inviting, while at the same time, it sent a chill up your spine.
Out of the corner of his eye, The Whistler saw the doors of houses open and little cubs sleepily walk out, as if in a trance. As they neared, he could see that their faces were light up with delight and happiness. Some were even skipping and singing.
The Whistler stopped at a fountain. The children stopped behind him, silent, as if they were robots. Slowly, The Whistler stopped his tune.
“Good evening.” He said with a smile. “You all are invited to my castle to live. We’ll all have a great time…” His tail whisked around violently with delight. There were more children here than he had expected. The Whistler took the hand of a small orange kitten with glasses and stood on the edge of the fountain. With his free hand, he snapped. The water parted, revealing a long dark tunnel. If you listened close enough, you could hear the faint sound of carnival music being played. “All you have to do is close your eyes and jump down into the fountain.” The Whistler picked up the kitten and dropped her into the tunnel. He could hear her shrieks of laughter as she slid down.
The others’ eyes brightened and they rushed to climb over into the tunnel. One by one, each cub went down the tunnel. As the last one jumped in, The Whistler noticed a white cat spying on him in an alleyway. He smiled at her as he swooshed his silver tail and jumped in the tunnel, leaving behind a pile of silver dust.
app by MALIN at RPGU
