Age: Appears 24
Gender: Female
Occupation: Singer/ Guitarist for the band Pathological Eros Day Job: Creates Custom Jewelry
Location: Flexible
Is your character Supernatural? Yes. She is a Phoenix
If so, what are the details of your characters Supernatural abilities? She is a Phoenix. Abilities: Control and Manipulation of Fire - Minor Creation of Fire - Healing Tears - Augmented Lifespan. Phoenixes have long since lost the ability to return to their fire bird form and thus can no longer fly.
Is your Supernatural on the Supernatural Registry? Since her abilities are for now easily hidden - no... She is not Registered.
Sample Post:
She had come from a wealthy family… once upon a time. Her father was an Egyptian man and her mother, a beautiful Italian woman. Her mother was a well-respected archaeologist and anthropologist and her father, well he was a consummate businessman who had created fortunes for himself and his partners with wise investing. As a small child, she had shown a natural gift for music. While most children were learning to color inside the lines, Arcadia was mastering piano and classical guitar. There were talks of sending her to Julliard when her primary schooling was over. Her prodigal nature with music was just something that had happened like it does in children from time to time.
Her father was a stern man, fairly traditional though he did grant some leeway towards his fiery Italian wife… He could not rein in the woman he had fallen in love with too much, but their daughter on the other hand… He was very harsh and strict towards her. Then, a few months after her thirteenth birthday, Arcadia's true personality had begun to assert itself - she was just as fiery as her mother. Her father would have nothing to do with a disobedient daughter. He had tried through normal and less kind means to temper his daughter's fire and to douse it. What he did not understand is the fire within his daughter was not something that could be doused. Due to certain mindsets there was a deep, dark secret her mother had been hiding and one that had been reborn within Arcadia.
It was not always guaranteed - even when mating with another phoenix that the child would carry on the blood. Phoenixes were becoming scarcer and scarcer as time went on. They had faded from the world becoming myth and legend - blending in with the society around them. But they had never truly gone. Time had changed them - robbing them of their ability to return to their bird form... but perhaps in compensation for this loss, their life spans were augmented. Her mother's true age was something the woman never revealed but she had moved through society enough to play the game well and to keep herself and her daughter hidden.
When Arcadia's father died in a plain crash, her mother came forward to her, revealing their nature. It was a good thing because soon after, Arcadia started displaying the fire in her blood. Phoenix abilities tend to mature slowly - often not revealing themselves until after puberty. Which is why Domenica had no idea that her daughter shared the fire. Her mother taught her how to control and manipulate fire and now that she was getting older, she could even create it to lesser degrees... But all one really needed was one good spark to do true fire damage when you were a Phoenix.
Her mother told her of the healing power of their tears and told her to keep herself secret and safe - as safe as possible. Since their abilities were not overt, they could better blend in... and with the political climate being what it was - being a Supernatural that did not stand out like a sore thumb was not something to take for granted... And so, Arcadia kept the truth of her fire to herself and followed more mundane pursuits.
She had long black hair that cascaded in messy waves drew a curtain across pale olive tinged skin and dark features, nearly black eyes peered out from behind the drape of hair. Black mesh interrupted the pale skin, covering the tank top that was artfully slashed to show just the slightest, still tasteful hint of silken bra underneath it. This mesh and fabric amalgamation gave way to low slung black bondage style pants. There were various metal d-rings and chains dangling from them… giving her a very interesting look… then there were the black shit kicker combat boots. The look was finished off by a long, black leather coat.
More often than not, strapped to her back was a guitar case, in which was a custom finished Gibson Menace. She didn't play girly shit. She played hard rock and heavy metal but threaded classical guitar and melodic lyrics through it to give it a different sort of feel. She had a band - members changed pretty frequently but she didn't mind. Pathological Eros was her baby and it was starting to gain ground and make money.
Of course she had other skills... she crafted jewelry and her custom pieces sold for quite a good bit of money but that wasn't her passion. Music would always be her first love... but she still did enough custom jewelry work that she didn't have to worry about getting gigs to keep food in her belly... of course that trust fund was still there but she was saving that for a rainy day. Not that she was ashamed of being a former rich kid but she wanted to make her own way... Besides, with the political climate as it was, she might need the money to get the hell out of dodge. She liked to leave her options open.
Subject: Arcadia Medivh 
Wed Nov 30, 2011 11:57 pm
