OH, LOOK AT THE DAZZLING STARS

Alias: Novelist
Age: 17
How Did You Find Us? RPG-Directory
Other Characters: None

FALLING FROM THE SKIES

Full Name: Keilyn Jessica Fletcher
Nicknames: Kei
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Birthday: 17 April 1993
Astrological Sign: Aries
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian

Grade: Freshman
Clique: Nobodies
School Activities: None. Not involved in anything- nothing legitimate, anyway.
Power: Unlimited Self-Immolation
Keilyn has the ability to spontaneously combust at any time- her entire body, or just selected parts (ie arms, legs, hands, but no more specific than that). This can either be as an explosion, or as a continuous burn. In either case, the body will regenerate behind the flame, to keep it going- though this will not ease the physical pain of being ablaze.

SHINING OH SO BRIGHTLY

Personality Traits:
Compassionate- Keilyn is incredibly compassionate, almost to a fault. She's trustworthy and kind.
Firebrand- Keilyn appears to have far more anger inside her than most people would believe.
Introverted- Keilyn keeps her thoughts to herself, sharing only the occasional comment. She is quiet.
Selfish- Keilyn thinks about herself a lot, but she's doing her best to get over it.
Determined- Keilyn never accepts defeat. She never gives in. She never gives up.
Melancholy- Keilyn doesn't wallow in self-pity as much as she doesn't seem to be happy very often.
Smart Aleck- Keilyn can argue, bitch and insult with the best of them.

General Personality:
Summing up Keilyn Jessica Fletcher in three paragraphs... what a concept. I suppose the easiest way to do it would be to start with how people see her. People who don't know her at all describe an art student/sport student loner, most at home in her own company. People who think they know her will tell you about her glaring eyes, painfully inept attempts at conversation and biting insults. But those few that know her for real will spin tales of kindness, gentility and a self-effacing manner rarely witnessed by the outside world. She smiles a lot more, they claim, once you know her- and she's good at conversation, as long as she doesn't start it. They talk about her kind, warm, oddly deep voice, and her equally kind, warm, oddly deep heart. Ah, but those people who truly know Keilyn Jessica Fletcher are few and far between, willing to brave the rings of protection she has woven around herself and the barbs and thorns and spears of her initial reactions, to find their way into the comfortable warmth of her friendship.

After wading through that sodden metaphor, perhaps it would be nice to show you, dear reader, a bit of Keilyn's more... concrete side. The Keilyn you can touch and feel and be offended by. Keilyn is an exceptionally quiet person, and tends to go dormant for large periods of time- simply sitting in the same position, staring into the middle distance, almost completely unaware of the world around her; when given severe external stimuli (like a prod on the shoulder), she takes a couple seconds to fully re-emerge from her immobile state. She claims that this is to recharge her mito's, but really she isn't sure why it happens. When she does talk, she is quite animated about it, requiring at least one free hand at all times. Her laugh is subtle and is quite often the result of truly great things around her. During a physical sport, though, a different face emerges. Keilyn-in-sport is determined and rock-steady, seeming aware of everything, untouchable and unusually quick, in comparison to the silent, plodding, often slightly melancholy figure that serves as her usual form.

Precisely what Keilyn Jessica Fletcher wants is another paragraph altogether- and so it should be. Keilyn wants several things in her life. First of all, she wants to know how to control her powers. That's why she's at this school in the first place- that's why her grandfather sent her here. But she wants to control something else. She wants to know where all this anger she feels comes from. There are a couple of obvious and rather irritatingly clean candidates- the suicide pact by her parents being one of the big ones- but she can feel something bigger. Deeper, even. Something wrong with her in a way that nothing should be. However, more often than not this big important desire is won over by more pragmatic, practical ones. Keilyn's tastes in relationships tend to be based not on what she sees but what they want- if they want her, then the relationship tends to develop despite every attempt to the contrary. Keilyn's tastes in love are slightly more complex- she likes authority, strength, willpower, and direction. Hence, her crushes tend to be toward older, more emotionally stable girls, though most types have a place in her heart.

Likes:
Older girls who are in touch with themselves
Little pleasures, like milkshakes and singing
Listening to really good acoustic music
Ditto for really good industrial music
People who really know what they want
Vulnerability of all kinds, especially in others
Seeing someone else smile
Boots, especially big fluffy ones
A good solid fantasy novel
Victory, for herself or for her friends
Girls with Asian features
Getting rid of pent-up anger in any way
Little, old-fashioned wooden toys

Dislikes:
Teachers who think they can be her friends
The rich who like to flaunt it and prove it
The poor who wallow in self-pity
Hip-hop music, especially anything really catchy
Psychiatry and psychiatric analysis
Falsehood in any way, shape or form
Politics and political discussions
Men, but only as a highly general rule

Habits:
Eats twice as much as anyone her size
Bites thumbnail when thinking
Goes dormant occasionally
Never manages to turn up to anything on time
Practices sketching during any time she sees as free
Cracks knuckles before any confrontation
Bites skin around thumbnail when nervous

Pet Peeves:
Funny voices of any kind whatsoever
Berets or other pretentious head/body wear
People who give flowers to other people
'Txt' language- she writes hers out in full
The word 'like' in anything but its Webster-sanctioned context

FLITTING JUST LIKE FIREFLIES

Height & Weight: 4'11", 120 lbs
Piercings/Tattoos: None.
Picture: Paz Lenchantin

Appearance:
Keilyn Jessica Fletcher appears, at first glance, to be the perfect loner. She is pretty, but in a way that would be best summed up as 'damaged cute'- as opposed to 'washed-up beautiful' or 'vulnerable sexy'. Her eyes are bright green and have an odd tendency to stare at people for much longer than they should, by most social conventions. Her brows are thick and low, dark, and more often than not crinkled into a frown. Her face is, for the most part, easily described as cute, though her expression rarely accepts that description. Her hair is dark brown and wavy, long and thick, and tangled in a most savage manner- and it doesn't matter how docile it was in the shower or bath, it always ends up looking overgrown and chaotic by the end of the day.

'Strong' is perhaps the most obvious single word to describe her body. She is quite muscular, though- continuing my usual descriptive technique through negatives- not as much bulky as hardened. She has little unnecessary bulk or flesh. This is not due to an exercise regimen or diet; rather, it is due to her physiology- a physiology that takes everything it can out of everything she consumes. If she were anyone else, her eating habits would make her a blimp. Whereas most people have curves, Keilyn seems to be made up primarily of straight lines. Her skin is typically slightly flushed, as though feverish, and on her arms and hands, it is dark and blotchy- scarred from her fire.

To counter this slightly unattractive appearance, she tends to wear full-body clothing for most of the year, even during hot months- though it does lighten appreciably when the weather warms up. Summer means a light over-shirt and t-shirt with jeans and boots, gradually becoming heavier toward winter, which brings a heavy hooded sweatshirt, a t-shirt, jeans, and winter boots. Every couple days, she wears her fingerless leather gloves, and occasionally she decides to put her hair up into a ponytail. For the most part, though, her outfit only will change when the season does- and even then, only when changes need to happen. Only occasionally does she wear anything different- formal attire for 'events', swimwear for swimming, et cetera- but again, only occasionally.

SHOWING THE WAY TO HEAVEN

Family Members:
Siblings: None.
Mother: Katrina Jessica Fletcher. 42 years old. Dying of brain cancer; currently on permanent life support. Used to be an accountant for a major law firm.
Father: Paul Simpson Fletcher. 32 years old at death. Suicide after Katrina was diagnosed, when Keilyn was just 9 years old. He used to be a lawyer.
Grandparents: Mostly deceased. Keilyn went to live with her paternal grandfather, Raoul Fletcher, an artist and part-time novelist, who included her in some of his more popular works, both as a subject and a model. See history.
Pet(s): Used to have a hamster named Bucky. It ran away.
Financial Status: Large life insurance payout on her Father's life in the bank. She's got enough to live on, and a significant bit more, but she doesn't like to splash out much. Basically, she's mildly wealthy.

History:
Keilyn Jessica Fletcher was born in a small university town in the Midwestern United States, to a wealthy father and beautiful mother. She developed her ability- or, more properly at this early stage, her trait- at four years of age, coming down with a fever and gaining an immense appetite. Several doctors looked at her and found nothing wrong- except that her body temperature was high and she had an incredible metabolism; whether that was 'wrong' is still debatable. The local paper ran an article about her, and she featured in a special edition of Ripley's Believe It or Not (which completely overstated the facts) but other than that, her life was ordinary. Her father was kind and doting, her mother was strong and supportive.

"Ordinary", of course, only lasted for about four years. Her father had always been a perfectionist- he was the family gardener, cleaner, and washer; mum did most of the larger-scale stuff, like transportation and vacation planning. When she was diagnosed with brain cancer- Keilyn was four at the time- he came down with depression; he lost his firm and a serious bundle of the family money to an alcoholism relapse, and became more and more sullen and abusive to everyone and everything. He never quite hit Keilyn, but there were times she thought he would. It didn't help that her body, due to its energy use, decided to go through puberty about four years early- starting when she was seven. Her father didn't have a clue what to do, and it probably didn't help his mental breakdown in any way. In the end, she ended up spending most of her time with her father's new girlfriend- which changed every couple months. He would commit suicide on her ninth birthday. She would be sent, according to his will, to live with Raoul Fletcher, his father, her grandfather.

Life with Raoul was interesting to say the least. An artist and part-time novelist, he was known around the small town as the local eccentric- a bit of a shut-in. Keilyn began to read for fun and did so with gusto, taking in around three good solid books a month, more as time went on. He sent her to public school and taught her more at home, teaching her a level of logical thought and instinct that public school could not. He taught her to think around problems, to find alternate solutions. He also managed to deal with the power she began to wield more and more effectively- the strength, speed and rage, all together. How he dealt with it, she could never discover; but deal with it he did. She wasn't angry around him. During her time with him, she became both the subject of one of his most controversial novels and one of his most popular painting series. Apparently, it was the first time he'd ever used a model for any painting.

The letter about Aura was probably one of the best things that had ever happened to her. While the rest of her life is mostly a blur, she can remember every detail about that day. The letter arrived with the rest of the mail, and she brought it in as usual. She'd never heard about the school before, but it sounded... perfect. Perfect in a way that nothing had ever sounded before. A school that could help her with understanding her own ability was perfect for her. The look on Raoul's face was a bizarre and wonderful mixture of sadness, pride, encouragement and mild resentment. She said goodbye that evening and left for the school the next morning. She was off on her own again, and life was good.

OH, AND FOR JUST YOU AND I

Magic Words: glittery soap bubbles
RP Sample:
From a site known as the Masquerade Project, where I played a Fallen.

Finished, now- and I think I've got the power right.

Accepted!
Congratulations, you've been placed as a nobody.
You have been placed in the physical abilities class.
You have been placed in the morning cycle.