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[Gloxinia]

|| EDIT: Here we are~
Still pretty much a work in progress.||





Ophelia Morgan

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. : : The Basics : : .

. ::Name: Ophelia Lilia Morgan.
. ::Height: 5'3.
. ::Weight: 140lbs.
. ::Sex: Female.
. ::Eye Colour: Green.
. ::Hair Colour: White.
. ::Ethnicity: Swedish, Danish, Irish.
. ::Race: Caucasian.
. ::Orientation: Heterosexual.
. ::Style: Victorian.
. ::Age: Eighteen.
. ::Power: Acid Generation.
. ::Dress: Click.
. ::Shoes: Click.
. ::Accessories:
-The choker in the picture. (The roses are red.)
-Red Garter
-White Corsage
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. : : Getting To Know Her. : : .

Ophelia is a bit of an... Odd, individual. Typically a people person, she enjoys the company of people and any living being in general. However, she much prefers the company of males. It is not because she infatuated with any of them, she just finds their beings to be more comforting and relaxing rather than a female's company. Her friends growing up were always males, since she had an older brother whom she adored.
Ophelia seems to be stuck in the Victorian era. She speaks with a very dignified tone, holds herself up with pride, and does not stand for behaviors she finds repugnant. This does not mean she is a 'priss'; she simply holds mannerisms and old teachings more closely than someone her age would. She enjoys wearing the clothing of the Victorian era, but with her own flare to it. Many children used to make fun of her for her sense of style, and the fact she coloured her hair white, but she simply ignored them and tried to move on with herself.
This girl has a bit of an odd way. Around others, she puts the mask on of a happy-go-lucky girl who twirls, sings, and dances down the sidewalks. When alone however, she changes to an entirely new person. One who is sadistic, loving to picturing what it would be like if their blood was spilled to the ground. Whichever side is the true Ophelia, not many would know.
In her spare time, Ophelia would naturally be seen either dancing, singing, drawing, or writing while curled up on a chair by her windowsill. She has a detest for school or other daily activities, mostly because she is picked on or pointed out as the 'weird one' of the bunch. She does not have very many friends.

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. : : The History : : .
*Reading is Optional*

Growing up, Ophelia did not have much of a family. A brother, a mother and a father. Her father left her, her brother and her mother when she was six years old. She had a very close bond with her father, contacting him as often as she could and telling him about her life and how she was doing. She prayed that one day he'd return, but alas he never did. Then on May 15th of 2008, her father passed away, leaving it as only her, her sibling and her mother. Ophelia was crushed.
From that day on, she became a spiteful child on the inside, hiding behind a sweet and lovingly painted mask. She detested the pretty girls who still had their fathers, running to their arms and calling them 'Dad' or 'Daddy'. Occasionally she'd stop and stare, wondering why she never really had the chance to have a father in her life, and if she could at some point have him back. This was an outrageous thought, but she still considered it. He was, after all, her everything. Daddy's little girl, as they call it.

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. : : Her Power : : .

- Acid Generation -

From the oils in her hands, Ophelia creates acid. Upon generation, her hands become burned to the degree and amount of acid she creates. She has the ability to control this acid to her will, flinging it in different directions and being able to leak it into someone or somebody. Of course, everything has flaws. Like everyone else, the acid still burns her upon touch, and can be potentionally fatal for herself.

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[Wulfjaw]

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[iva wolf]

This seems quite interesting.May I join?

A weirdo at first glance,Akage is a well-built 16-year-old boy,whose stunning red hair and piercing green eyes often stand out in the crowd.In his entire school life the number of schools he has transferred to is 21 and counting.This was due to accidents that involved other students,which revolved around fighting on and off school grounds.In everyone's eyes Akage was the perfect image of a delinquent.His face was always dark,eyes like blades which could cut you in half and his smile was more similar to the bare teeth of a rampaging wolf,ready to leap at it's opponent.Whenever his classmates looked at him,actually when any person looked at him,they would instinctively think he would snap at them.His looks frightened everyone he approached ever since kindergarten.When he was little,just one stare at someone would drive them away,but that was not the case as he got older.



When entering middle school,boys from his class challenged him to have fighting matches and would not only once wait in alleys to corner him.At first,he would refuse,making a good enough excuse to satisfy them,yet eventually he was forced to participate.To the children's surprise,Akage was unable to trow even one punch at them.Because of his nature and untrained body,he was not agile,nor strong.A perfect prey.Every day since then became a survival test.He never knew from which side they would jump at him,how many they would be or how hard they would hit.Having him beaten up would raise the bully's status,because he defeated the monster with the weird face.Having a bandaged arm or a broken nose eventually became a routine,but that only increased the already spreading rumors about him being a trouble-maker.And the more they increased,the more the number of challengers was.Not only middle-schoolers,high-schoolers as well.Anyone who had the time and guts to find him would go and start a fight,though it was always a one-sided one.



From an early age Akage understood he would not be treated normally.Seeing his friends shiver as they looked at him,the question always echoed in his head "Why?" but was never asked aloud.His parents were calm and kind to him.Even when the principle would once more call them and say the oh so familiar words "Unfortunately,we would like to inform you that your son must be expelled" they did not blame the boy."Such fights are meaningless.They will stop soon so do not hit anyone" was what he was told.Even if he was capable of it,Akage did not have it in him to harm anyone.His wish was to have at least a normal conversation with somebody around his age without having to worry whether they thought of him as a monster or not.A peaceful life was the only thing he wanted,a future where no one would hit him.Yet that future has so far not come.The normal 16-year-old with the delinquent-like face continues to attract attention and it is the negative kind.His body has managed to somehow adapt and to take on harder blows but not once has the boy lifted a finger against anyone.He would rather talk any argument out rather than use force but it was rare to only converse without being hit.Yet he continues to endure it,even when he knows it won't stop,even when he knows no one will come to help him.The only place he could take refuge and rest was his home,a warm cozy house filled with light,but ever since his parents divorced,the light somehow vanished.He currently lives with his father in an apartment in the center of town,though it feels like he lives by himself because his father is often on business-trips or works late hours.

Future power:At first he will think it is high speed but later on discover that his quicker movements were actually the effect of the wind which he unconsciously controlled in order to move faster.
Theme Song: In My World by ROOKIEZ IS PUNK'D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjtJzGz83ds

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Accepted. }}

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