Title: HYDE, keely
Keely Hyde - December 18, 2007 11:09 PM (GMT)
Alias: alibi [no, you don’t capitalize that]
Age: 18
How Did You Find Us? A link through Purge && Dowse
Other Characters: none
Full Name: Keely Lyn Hyde
Nicknames: none
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Birthday: September 21
Astrological Sign: Sagittarius
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Grade: Sophomore
Clique: Unique
School Activities:
» Drama Club
» Political Activist Club [unless she has a prior commitment to Drama]
Power: Postcognition
Personality Traits:
» Creative ;; An artist and a thespian, Keely appreciates art in all forms. Although she does not draw and paint as much as she used to, she is still immensely creative, always sketching in the corners of her notebooks, and reciting plays in her dorm.
» Introspective ;; Perhaps due to her shyness, Keely is extremely introspective. She keeps things mostly to herself, and is always caught in her own world, or preoccupied by her own thoughts.
» Shy ;; Keely is just as shy as she is introspective. She has trouble talking to anyone who she is not extremely close to, and never meets anyone’s eyes. Even if you do become close to her, she remains quiet and mostly withdrawn.
» Intelligent ;; Although Keely is not an ‘A’ student, she is intelligent, choosing not to apply herself. She knows a little about a lot and can talk your ear off about random things no one really cares about if she has the opportunity to, and she knows you well enough.
» Loyal ;; Keely has few friends, and even fewer people she trusts, but if you do earn her trust and respect, she remains loyal to the death. In her eyes, those who she likes best can do no wrong, which perhaps naďve of her.
General Personality: Despite her introspective tendencies, Keely is more than she seems at first glance. While her shyness may make people quick to label her stuck up, she is actually rather friendly once she is able to get past her initial fear of being around unfamiliar people. It is, however, far too easy to view her as vain in her silence—especially when you get a look at her in Drama Club. When it comes to acting, Keely knows no fear of the stage, something that is a stark contrast to her normal personality. Although self-conscious she has confidence in what she is good at, and Keely knows she’s good at acting, just as she knows she’s good at painting.
It’s hard to get close to her, and even harder to earn her trust, but in her youth and naivety she fiercely believes only in the good of those of she loves. Her own family is waiting for the painful day when someone she trusts betrays her, knowing it would probably shatter her fragile innocence forever. Keely takes betrayal and emotional hurt hard; she’s the type of person who would spend all day crying in her room if someone says even the least cruel thing to her. She is extraordinarily fragile in this way.
Keely is mostly blind to cliques and stereotypes, despite attracting a few of her own. If someone where to tell her the school ran in groups she could quite sincerely say that she never noticed. For someone attending a private school, she is astoundingly oblivious to most of the things going on the school, and while she could probably name off all the members of drama club, she doesn’t have the slightly idea that the school even has a student council, much less the people on it. She keeps a mostly-low radar, although as of late has become tired of her own fear, and is thinking about trying to get out and make a few friends—something she neglected to do her first year at Aura. Although Keely herself knows this plan will probably not get past the planning stage.
Likes:
» Art
» Drama
» Shakespeare
» Reading plays, but not novels
» Broadway
» Classical and folk music
» Tea
» Oil paints
» Color
» Blue skies and sunny days
» Summer
» Beaches
Dislikes:
» Homework
» Class
» Writing in general
» People who assume she’s from New York City when she says she’s from New York
» Planes
» Computers
» People who judge her by her shyness
» Overly-loud people
» Most music except the above mentioned
Habits:
» Ignoring people when they are talking
» Day dreaming
» Getting lost, even in her own dorm
» Drawing in the corners of all her notebooks, papers, and tests
Pet Peeves:
» People who chew with their mouth open
» People who shout instead of just talk
» Anyone borrowing her art supplies
Height & Weight: 5’ 1” ;; 103 pounds
Piercings/Tattoos: none
Picture:
Appearance: Standing at 5’ 1” Keely has a small build in general, making her even easier to look over when standing in a crowd. Her natural blonde hair falls long past her shoulders in light waves, with long bangs to accentuate her face. Keely always keeps it left down, hating the attention that is brought to her face when she pulls it back in any manner. Her eyes are a dark blue, and the only part of her face she ever really bothers to add make-up to, adorning them with light eyeliner, and bright eye shadow, often to accentuate whatever outfit she is wearing that day. Her skin is always perfectly pale, because even the winter she applies a layer of sun block before going out.
In terms of style, Keely strays toward bright colors, mostly blue and pink, and jeans, although she doesn’t object to the occasional skirt or dress, either. For footwear, she favors boots, owning a pair in a number of fun colors, although also has a selection of more delicate shoes, and a pair of pink and green platform sneaker. She keeps things simple, for the most part, and while she is far from a fashionista, she is careful to look good before going out in public. When she paints or draws, she sticks to an old pair of jeans and t-shirt, although that will be the only time you see her sporting old or tattered clothing.
Family Members:
» Jennifer Hyde (53) ;; mother ;; owner of hair salon ;; Ever since her husband’s departure to Africa and other third world countries, Jennifer has been doing her best to raise her children and provide for them. Although she used to be home before her children, she now works almost constantly. With both Keely, and her eldest son, Sage, gone, she misses the noise and hectic atmosphere of the house.
» James Hyde (57) ;; father ;; doctor for Doctors without Borders ;; Formerly an ER doctor, a mid-life crisis sent him overseas to work with Doctors without Borders. He misses his family, but believes what he is doing is far more important than anything he could do at home.
» Nicholas Hyde (18) ;; brother ;; college freshman ;; Currently studying Biology in college, he is unaware of his sister’s magic, simply thinking she is going to a private school.
» Sage Hyde (17) ;; brother ;; high school senior ;; Also unaware of his sister’s magic he currently detests her slightly, thinking that her attending private school is just one more way his parents shows they like Keely better.
Pet(s): none [the dog is her brothers’]
Financial Status: The Hyde’s have a middle class income
History: Keely is a testament of the stereotypical suburban life. Born and raised in a small city in northern New York, she was brought up living what many people view as the “American Dream”—two parents, two point five children (although in the case of Keely’s family it was three), a dog, and a white picket fence. The youngest of the three, and only female, she was treated as expected, being pampered a bit more than the others, and permitted to get away with things that normally got her brothers grounded.
Her family lived well-off for the first years of her life. Keely’s mother owned her own hair salon and was home just in time to make her children an afternoon snack after school, and her father, an ER doctor, brought in enough money to keep them more than comfortable. Her brothers, Nicholas and Sage, taunted her as brothers do, but were always there to prevent the overzealous school bully from picking on their younger sister.
As Keely grew older and more self-aware, she found herself often alienated from her classmates. Painfully shy and easily embarrassed, she found solace in art, drawing during recess hours, and staying late after school to work on painting. Although she produced no masterpieces during this time, it was obvious she possessed more talent than your average ten-year-old.
It was during her sixth grade year when her life harshly changed. Her father quite his practice, stating that he felt his life needed more meaning. Becoming involved within the Doctors without Border Program, he informed his family he was leaving for Africa within the month. Her mother, shocked at this revelation, protested that he was needed with his family, although eventually accepted the idea. Keely and her brothers were the strongest of the protesters against their father’s departure although soon they, too, accepted that this was something their father simply had to do. With her father’s leaving, her mother began putting more time into her business, and soon was rarely home even for dinner, much less in time to greet her children when they came home from school.
After her father left, Keely fell into a sort of depression. She spent most of her time at her friend Georgia’s house, sleeping over nearly every weekend and even some weekends. She threw herself into to her art when at school and home, and spent the rest of her time looking for things to take her mind off her father’s departure. When Georgia suggested they try out for the school play, shy Keely didn’t even think twice, but instead immediately agreed, and was pleasantly surprised when she got the lead role.
From that point on, Keely excelled in art and drama, although was only a remedial student, getting mostly B’s and C’s. Her father returned for a few weeks once a year, although he proved most content in his career with Doctors without Borders. She lived, mostly, without troubles but for your normal preteen drama. However, sometime during her twelfth year she found herself often seeing scenes she had not lived in her mind—she supposed she could call them “visions” but decided instead they were just very realistic day dreams. She used these “day dreams” as inspiration for her art.
One day, around a year after Keely began seeing these visions, she found herself painting a very specific painting of a brightly colored child’s room. The walls were yellow, and the sun streamed in through a large bay window, out of which you could sea the ocean, and a brown plush bear sporting a top hat with a red ribbon wrapped around it sat at the chair by the window. When Keely’s mother saw the painting the next day, she was taken aback—the room looked exactly like the one she had as a child. She quickly called her husband, where they reached the realization that their daughter took after their father in one apparent way—the presence of magic.
Explaining to her daughter the concept of magic was a long and hard task. Keely was unwilling to believe in something so fantastical, although the explanation it provided for her “visions” was a welcome one—perhaps she wasn’t as crazy as she seemed. She eventually learned to adapt and, once her first year of high school approached, she was sent to Aura.
Keely’s first year at Aura was one of a typical high school student—she learned of her surroundings, and participated in whatever clubs she could, although dropped all but drama and political activist club by the end of the year. Even art club was not for her, as she began painting less and acting more. Her life has basically progressed as a normal high school student since.
Magic Words: Admin Edit
RP Sample:
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| NOTE: This is olddddd. Like, two or three years old. But the newer of the RPGs I've been associated with have been deleted, and beyond that I haven't role-played in a year--I had this on a back-up disk from 2005. It's from an angel/demon RPG. The referenced Auriel was one of the main characters in the game. I'm sorry I don't have anything more... related to this RPG. Or newer. A flurry of dark green and false angel wings, a small smirk, so typical, the man – no, the angel – moved swiftly and gracefully, despite large strides, like a predatory cat, perhaps. Beautiful to some, wretched to others and himself, but dangerous all the same. Carefully he edged among pressing bodies, careful but threatening, dodging the oncoming wave of conga dancers. The conga. Raum sighed, shaking his head in a depression. Of all things, the conga. He much preferred this place when it was near-empty, save for the array of Indie musicians hoping to make it big. Of course, when many people were here the atmosphere changed to whatever the guests wished. If they wanted the conga, they got the conga. Raum wanted an Aspirin. Pulling his dark green trench coat farther on, and adjusting the angel-winged bag that graced his back, he settled down in a corner, golden eye examining the mass of humans in their energetic state. If he wasn’t the professed rebel angel with a bad past and a harsh reputation he would have joined them. But, really now, what would his fellow angels think if one were to meander in to see him doing the conga? Auriel would be far from please. Auriel, the stupid bitch. His… superior? He wanted to laugh! The foolish little Cherub would get what she deserved, Raum would see to it, for stepping out of her place, for even thinking she could put a leash on Raum. When her downfall came it would be her own fault for trusting him in the first place. No one trusted Raum. His smirk widened, and he leaned farther back in his chair. Oh, yes, when he and his own took over, destroying everything Auriel built up, Raum would see to it she suffered for her righteous stupidity. A perfect world of angels! That insufferable girl! When he took over he would dispose of her himself, but not before playing with the silly little thing. First, he would remove those damnable wings of hers, a single feather at a time, snapping the bones, and shredding the skin. And when all is said and done, if she’s still alive, he’ll… The proclamation of “karaoke time” brought Raum out of his plotting haze. As a thirty-something crossed the stage and began her song, the man stood and walked, slowly, quietly, to the side of the stage, glowering at the speakers. He was annoyed. Karaoke was only good if the singer was good. Raum was an actor, even if people didn’t notice. He was a damned creature playing the role of the angel he was born to be. The women’s stage presence was appalling, to say the least, and her voice was horrid. When she finally finished (and none too soon), Raum took the stage, a small laugh, and wicked smile gracing his features, undaunted by the odd looks for the crowd (what was a thirty-something-looking man doing with a winged pink-strapped backpack?). His song? Something unfamiliar to most people in the room, a foreign pop song with catchy chorus, originally sung by an odd little man with elaborate costumes. Raum wasn’t sure he danced when he sung it, but he supposed he did. As the tune picked up, the angel in a human disguise, began to sing – not a wonderful singer, it wasn’t a wonderful song, something anyone could sing if they could deal with the unfamiliar words. But Raum wasn’t there to be amazing in voice, but to put on a show. They had nothing like this in the heavens! He twirled onstage with the music, kneeling down with the high notes, a mad attempt to entertain, to pull the audience in with him, to allure them with poor lyrics they couldn’t understand, a catchy tune, and a foolish angel dancing in torn jeans, and a long thrift-store jacket, his serious nature only betrayed by the amusement that glinted in his single eye (the other hidden behind layers of hair and a gauze bandage). When he was finished he remove himself from stage, proud and bemused, and perfectly glad that no one there could let this little fiasco slip to the others ‘upstairs’. Unless… Raum scanned the area, gaze falling upon the angelic-like presence of some girl. Unless, she was an angel? He took a few steps closer, interested, what would any respectable angel be doing in a place like this? |
Zephyriah Beccaria - December 18, 2007 11:27 PM (GMT)
Accepted!
Congratulations, you've been placed as a unique.
You have been placed in the mental abilities class.
You have been placed in the morning cycle.