Posts by PoisonGelatin

Name: Dorothea Emmaline Gale

Nickname: Em, Emmaline

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Preferred Pronouns: She/her

Ethnicity: White

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Face Claim:

Height: 5'3"

Body Type: On the athletic side, but healthily athletic instead of body builder athletic. Enjoys regular meals and a cheeseburger now and then, but works out.

Birthmarks, scars, piercings etc: Long scar across left eyebrow, multiple ear piercings and a tongue piercing. Currently her earrings are space related. There are also scars from self-harm in her youth, but those on her left arm and tattooed over with pink almond flowers. Burn scars on her left hand.

Personality: Protective of what's hers, Emmaline is very fond of children and animals more so than adults, and has a wild imagination. Somewhat paranoid, and has fought with depression and anxiety her whole life. This causes her to second guess herself more than she should, leading to... unsavory situations

Personality Type: ISFP, probably.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Is your character allowed to pursue a relationship? Absolutely!

History: Emmaline had a rough childhood. With an abusive father and a pushover mother, she grew up taking care of herself, for the most part. (I won't go into abuse details here, if ever, as I know it's a sensitive topic and I would prefer to get it right the first time.) At 14, her mother had another child, unplanned. This was her little sister, Seraphina Janette Gale, or Jan for short. Immediately upon seeing the child, Emmaline loved a family member for the first time. All her free time was spent taking care of her younger sister. Forget anything else, she was going to keep her baby sister safe. At eighteen, her father went too far, and killed her mother. With her mother dead, her father in jail, and suddenly the guardian of a 4 year old, Emmaline dropped out of college and started taking care of her younger sister off the money given to her by her grandparents when they passed. This money would run out eventually, however, and Emmaline needed to come up with a way to make money, and fast. At first it was short stories on her blog. Then, it was pieces in actual magazines. Then, it was a few book deals for children and young adult books with slightly dark themes. She may not be a New York Time's Best Seller, but at the age of 20, Emmaline is working on the sequel to a book that she wanted to remain a singular title. She's officially stuck. As Jan started 1st grade this year (the famiy having moved from Ireland to America a year before Jan was born) Emmaline didn't need to watch her as much as she did when she was just a baby. Then, Emmaline's best friends, Alys and Julianne, presented her with this vacation. They promised to take the best care of Jan, who is a quiet and well mannered child anyway, and doesn't have any allergies. So Emmaline went, hoping to relax, as well as get some inspiration and maybe finally get some work done.

Theme Song: AJR- Burn the House Down

Plotting Ideas: Maybe Emmaline sees some spooky stuff, and instead of saying anything, puts it off until it becomes apparent that she might not be just seeing things?

Text Colour: I don't use text colours. I hope that's okay!

Trivia/Other: Well, ghosts are pretty cool. That aside, I fleshed her out quite a bit in the history hehe

-Flinches when people hit or pretend to hit her, even jokingly

-Used to wear glasses, wears contacts now.

-Favorite color is red, and her favorite pair of heels is crimson red stiletto ankle boots. She wears them often to accommodate for her shorter than average height.

-Hates how thick and curly her hair is, but keeps it because it reminds her of her mom and simpler times

-Committed small scale arson in her youth. Tries not to talk about it. It's where the burn scars came from.

-The height of her depression was around 14-15, and the worst of the self harm.

-Has never been to therapy officially

-Does have a slight Irish accent. Her younger sister does not have this accent, having lived in America her whole life.

-Alys is a mechanic, Julianne works in real estate (or at least her family does) and marketing for, you guessed it, a book publishing company.

-Likes music a lot. Often has earbuds or headphones in/on when working, walking places, et cetera. But because of paranoia, when not by herself she only has one ear in. Moderately good singer, can at least carry a tune. Her sister is, however, a musical prodigy. She's very proud.

-Used to do track and field in high school, mostly to stay out of her house for as long as possible. Liked it enough to keep up with it, even after she quit to take care of the baby after school.

-Illustrates her own picture books, but isn't actually good at anything other than abstract art, so the final copy often is only based off her illustrations.

Name: Julianne now, though it was Jubliel

Gender: Female

Age: Unknown to both herself and others. Looks about 21.

Species: Corrupted Angel

Personality: She used to be very sweet, from what she can remember. Now, she's kind of mean, though she doesn't mean to be. Always had a kind word to say to others, though now she, for the most part, keeps her kind words to herself. She's very protective of what she assumes to be hers, including her fragmented memory and what her friends hypothesized happened. Very curious, almost dangerously so. Also, pretty awkward.

History: The first thing she can remember is light. Family. A choir, constantly singing. Home. Then waking up in an alleyway in agonizing pain and an endless hunger. Her orders? To hunt down and consume the unworthy, whatever that meant. So she began to help people, some unsavory, some not, dealing out a kind of justice in the cruel world she was forced into, and soon attracted the attention of multidimensional gods. They briefly bestowed upon her the ability to travel the universes and the spaces between via her very own Multiverse key, which now lays dormant on a chain on her chest.

Relations: All of the heavenly host. When she was... corrupted, she was the youngest angel.

Powers and Skills: Monstrous strength and increased reflexes, the ability to shapeshift into a number of incomprehensible nightmarish forms, including that of a winged, feathered lion. It's harder now for her to shapeshift into anything, now that she's on the island, and she seems partially stuck. Increased senses, the ability to glide on now near useless wings, claws, low light vision.

Notable Features: There are black feathers, though they really look more like an oil slick, iridescent in the light, from about her elbow down to her hands, which end in claws. The feathers go from least dense to the most dense, with the ones on her hands being so small they might as well be scales. There are enormous wings hanging from her shoulders, with eye-like markings, large enough to drag on the ground of that same black, oil sheen color. Her teeth end in points like a piranha, or a shark, and so she talks with a bit of a slur. Her eyes are golden, and glow slightly in the dark. Her hair is also a thick black, and some feathers can be seen intermingled with the hair, as if spurting from her scalp. With her legs also presumably ending in claws, she limps as if her shoes are too small, and stands above average at 5'7". She has dimples when she smiles, and various moles. She looks vaguely Asian, South Korean specifically, but only vaguely. Her actual ethnicity is unknown.

Do you consent relationships to be pursued with/by your character?: If you want to then sure? But it's not like she's pretty or has a good personality.

Do you consent your character being hurt by others?: Absolutely. Hurt my baby.

If you use text colors, what color is your character's dialogue/thoughts?: I don't, but if you need me to, I'll try to remember.

Theme Song (Optional): The Middle

Any other information I should know about them?: Julianne is constantly snacking on random things, and can digest trash if necessary, though she hates the taste. Her preferred food is demons and the souls of the damned, but that's not entirely necessary to survive. A lot of energy is required to change form, as well as move about her wings, therefore she is often hungry. Her wings used to hold her aloft mostly by faith, but her bones are not hollow and therefore she cannot actually fly, but glide from one high place to another. Her blood is as thick, and black as tar. The sins that originally corrupted her were wrath and gluttony. She often seems slightly disoriented, as if she has no purpose, and her fragmented memory (and mind) help that disorientation along.

Twin dragons is the keyword

^Description: Standing tall and slim at 5'9", Alys is a lovely looking woman who also happens to be missing her left arm from the elbow down. In it's place is a prosthetic that gleams in the sunlight, seemingly made entirely of a light-weight metal. Her hair is hidden by a wig, normally, since it is a strange shock of curly white, and has been ever since she was born. She has a tattoo on her chest of a cross, and can often be seen wearing low cut tank tops, despite her slender frame and small bust. She has other tattoos as well, and had one on her arm before she... misplaced it.

^{Full Name:} Alys Delphene Strider

^{- Aliases:} N/A

^{Gender / Race / Age:} Female/ African American/ 21

^Power/s: Metal Manipulation- Alys can move and bend metal like a metal bender, though since this is an island, this power is fairly useless. However, it allows her to use her prosthetic hand like a real hand, once she discovers her power. To her, metal is like a living, breathing thing, and has it's own soul, for lack of a better term.

Empathy- Alys can also feel the emotions of others, and manipulate them to an extent. Though not an entirely powerful power, as she can only dim or intensify the emotions that someone is already feeling, for example making someone go from irritated to enraged.

^History: Alys was born on a small island in Hawaii, her father a mechanic and her mother dying in childbirth. She was raised by her father to follow in his footsteps, though she experimented on her own and began making lovely toys for the neighborhood kids she liked, as well as jewelry and artwork entirely out of metal. She began working in her father's auto shop at seventeen, and all was well for a while. Then, when she was eighteen, there was an accident in the shop. A car fell on her, and her arm was crushed. It had to be amputated, meaning she would probably never work on metal again. She fell into a deep depression, until the day her father gifted her with her first prosthetic, one that he had made himself. With the prosthetic, she could at least hold the metal, and do the fine work with her other hand. Her life continued in that way, making small things for sale in various stores, until she woke up on a beach, her clothes clinging to her and encrusted with sea salt, her memories gone and a phantom pain in her left arm.

^Personality: Alys is a fairly serious individual, but has been known to joke around with those she trusts. Pretty much always the voice of reason in her group of friends, she is rarely frightened- or, at least, seems rarely frightened. Sometimes, she falls into a depression where she doesn't have the energy to get out of bed, much less fight off the creatures of the island, but those depressions are few and far between, for the most part. Is considered one of the guys by many of the people on the island she grew up on, and it shows.

^Orientation: Pansexual

^Other: I'm unsure as to how Alys's powers would present themselves. Any ideas?

^{Writing Excerpt:} Alys is trudging through the undergrowth, hacking at it with a shard of metal she found, when she spots it. The glowing rock. It's probably one of that fox's tricks, she thinks to herself, but she slowly meanders her way towards the rock, eyes narrowed and sweeping the area as she approaches. Upon seeing no encroaching danger, she pokes at the rock with the finger of her prosthetic. The metal doesn't melt, so skin would probably be okay. She looks around one more time, before picking the rock up with the tips of her real fingers. Quickly, she shoves it into her bag, and glances up. Upon seeing nothing, she grumbles, and turns back the way she came, back towards the cabins they all call home. The others would want to see this. At least it's kinda pretty.