Post by Endellion Connelly on Jun 13, 2014 2:19:27 GMT -6
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FACECLAIM:: Molly Quinn
NATIONALITY:: Scottish
HEIGHT:: 5’3”
HAIR:: Red
EYES:: Blue
SKIN:: Pale White
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Various small scars on her hands, small flaming feather tattoo on her left shoulder blade.
APPEARANCE::
As a human, Dell is considerably small in size, often mistaken as much younger than she is (disregarding the fact that she is hundreds of years old) and labeled as young as sixteen, though her identification marks her as 21. Her skin is rather pale white, but not for lack of exposure to sun. Her skin refuses to tan under the sun, but neither does it burn. She is constantly pale, almost glowing at times as if from some inner luminescence.
Her eyes are a pale blue with a darker ring around the iris. Depending on what she wears her eyes can look gray, their natural pale blue, or bright and tropical ocean-like. Paired with her lovely red hair (sometimes labeled strawberry blonde or apricot), her eyes are striking. Said hair is of medium-long length, falling to beneath her bust. Her hair is both straight and wavy, changing on the day depending on how she wishes it to be seen.
Dell is not one to dress warmly. She loves dresses and skirts and other flowing clothing, avoiding things such as sweaters, jogging pants, and socks. You will never see her in a hat of any sort and even in the winter she is unlikely to wear a coat. In fact, she wouldn’t need to wear anything different than her summer wear if it wouldn’t make questions arise. To keep under the radar she wears light jackets that can be mistaken for proper coats (that she can’t wear due to her high body temperature, for fear of overheating and causing damage).
Though her true form is that of a brightly coloured bird, her species has adapted over its lifetime and from the moment of birth a Phoenix’s glamour transforms their image into that of a human so as to blend in. She can choose to drop her glamour and reveal herself, but as that would be unwise, she doesn’t. The only time she will take her true form willingly is upon her death, donning her feathers to burn to ash.
PERSONALITY::
Dell is a private person, and not entirely by choice. Decades of being alone turned to centuries, and while she finds it easier to keep herself unconnected she longs to make friends. She can be rather quiet, but she is kind and compassionate with a ready smile for anyone who looks like they need it. She radiates a sort of peaceful calm that makes her easy to be around, but outside of acquaintances she has no real relationships.
Dell loves to be outdoors and to travel, which usually involves locating books to add to her store’s stock and her own personal collection. Books have been her friends when people couldn’t be, so she has often replied on them to be her company. She is not the most skilled of conversationalists, but she gives each interaction her all! Dell does not like to do things partially and prefers to do her best at all times, believing that each soul deserves as much effort and attention as the last and next.
She is very trusting and will lend her books to anyone she thinks has a good heart, hoping to make their day brighter, trusting them to return her property within the timeframe given. This practise has led to the loss of a number of her books, but she continues to have faith in humanity and chooses to continue lending when she feels it is right to. Dell is very trustworthy and loyal, and if you have her trust and fidelity you have absolutely nothing to worry about: despite Dell’s fondness for honesty and truth, she will never reveal things told to her in confidence.
LIKES::
DISLIKES::
STRENGTHS::
WEAKNESSES::
SECRETS:: Endellion is incredibly lonely. Having no family to speak of due to her species’ strange process of reproduction (being birthed from one’s own ashes), Endellion has spent much of her life alone. In the beginning, that was all well and good: she travelled, made money, enjoyed the world as it was. But over the span of her so-far-500-year lifetime, she’s had little to no friendships. Because of this she thrives on the small talk of her customers and random strangers on the street/in cafes etc.
RANK:: None
POWERS::
WEAKNESSES::
HOMETOWN:: Gairloch, Scotland
PROFESSION:: Specialty Bookstore Owner, rare and odd book enthusiast.
PARENTS:: None/Herself, biologically. Adopted: Fintan and Aine Connelly, now deceased.
SIBLINGS:: None
CHILDREN:: None
EXTENDED FAMILY:: None
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY::
Dell came to exist in the year 1514, in a part of Scotland now known as the village of Gairloch. Found as an infant by a fisherman’s wife, Dell was given her first name: Endellion Connelly, a name that has stuck with her through the centuries. She grew up with the fisherman and his wife as her family and she was fiercely attached to them. She loved them passionately and did everything she could to make their lives bright. Her mother called her the light of her life, her sun. As they were everything to her, she was everything to them.
She lost her parents to a storm when she was 21 and that was also the year she stopped physically aging. The loss of her parents was a huge blow, and Dell left her hometown to see the world, attempting to leave the pain behind in Scotland. It was in vain, her sorrow remaining even halfway across the world. Dell travelled for years, visiting as many countries as she could in any way she could. Along the way she discovered a knack for making people happy, though she rarely made friends.
There was no one who understood what it was to be her: even she hardly understood. It took her nearly a century of searching to discover what she truly was: a Phoenix. This knowledge went a long way towards giving her peace, but it was not quite enough. The only one of her kind – to her knowledge – she felt alone. Even surrounded by people she felt as though she was always one step away from them, removed and different.
In 1717, at the age of 203, Dell had amassed enough coin to purchase a small bookstore in Leeds. Her shop, not-so-creatively named The Phoenix Nest dealt in strange and unusual fare. Dell had a love for mythology and fairy tale, science and history, and so stocked her shop according to her tastes. Within those walls could be found rare books, forgotten scrolls, and other treasures of the literary sort. To this day she runs the shop, still taking time to travel the world and find new books to add to the shelves that line The Phoenix Nest.
OOC NAME:: Kenny
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: I have five years of roleplaying experience, the first four of which were kind of an obsession/escape, so it happened daily for hours on end. I like to think I’ve gotten a bit better because of it, though I’m certainly no professional.
ANY NOTES:: Despite Kenny being a generally masculine nickname, I am a girl.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE::
It felt like home. The smell of damp, rotting paper and dry, musty pages gave the one-room shop a sense of age and, she thought, wisdom. Hundreds and thousands of years of knowledge sat serenely on strong shelves, the weight of the words weighing heavily in the room. At the same time those words, that knowledge, felt feather light as she breathed in and imagined that every piece of information moved in her lungs – out again as she exhaled, returning to their respective pieces of written art. She smiled, blue eyes drifting closed as she reveled in the safety and peace of the place she loved most on Earth, second only to the village where her life began.
The tinkling jingle of a bell pulled her from her thoughts and she turned to welcome the customer who entered, offering a warm smile. “Hello,” she said brightly with a nod. “Welcome to The Phoenix Nest. Is there something in particular I can help you find? Perhaps a specific genre I could point you towards?”
“Egyptian mythology,” the man said, his dark eyes finding hers and lingering a moment too long, the look in them almost predatory. “I’m looking for a specific tome. I’ve been unable to locate it anywhere and all of my searching has brought me here. I wonder if you might have it.”
Wary of the man but unwilling to be unkind to a civil customer, Endellion nodded encouragingly, gesturing for him to follow her when she walked to the back of the shop, to the shelves dedicated to mythology in all its varying forms. “If you’ve a title, that’ll make things easier,” she told him, running her gaze over the spines of the Egyptian books.
“The Bennu,” he said, his lips quirking into a strange smile that sparked fear in the Phoenix. “Have you heard of it?”
{ Endellion Connelly }
FULL NAME:: Endellion Connelly
NICKNAMES:: Dell
GENDER:: Female
ACTUAL AGE:: 500
APPARENT AGE:: 16-21
SPECIES/RACE:: Phoenix
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: She/Her/Hers
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Unknown and Unexplored
NICKNAMES:: Dell
GENDER:: Female
ACTUAL AGE:: 500
APPARENT AGE:: 16-21
SPECIES/RACE:: Phoenix
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: She/Her/Hers
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Unknown and Unexplored
{ APPEARANCE } |
FACECLAIM:: Molly Quinn
NATIONALITY:: Scottish
HEIGHT:: 5’3”
HAIR:: Red
EYES:: Blue
SKIN:: Pale White
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Various small scars on her hands, small flaming feather tattoo on her left shoulder blade.
APPEARANCE::
As a human, Dell is considerably small in size, often mistaken as much younger than she is (disregarding the fact that she is hundreds of years old) and labeled as young as sixteen, though her identification marks her as 21. Her skin is rather pale white, but not for lack of exposure to sun. Her skin refuses to tan under the sun, but neither does it burn. She is constantly pale, almost glowing at times as if from some inner luminescence.
Her eyes are a pale blue with a darker ring around the iris. Depending on what she wears her eyes can look gray, their natural pale blue, or bright and tropical ocean-like. Paired with her lovely red hair (sometimes labeled strawberry blonde or apricot), her eyes are striking. Said hair is of medium-long length, falling to beneath her bust. Her hair is both straight and wavy, changing on the day depending on how she wishes it to be seen.
Dell is not one to dress warmly. She loves dresses and skirts and other flowing clothing, avoiding things such as sweaters, jogging pants, and socks. You will never see her in a hat of any sort and even in the winter she is unlikely to wear a coat. In fact, she wouldn’t need to wear anything different than her summer wear if it wouldn’t make questions arise. To keep under the radar she wears light jackets that can be mistaken for proper coats (that she can’t wear due to her high body temperature, for fear of overheating and causing damage).
Though her true form is that of a brightly coloured bird, her species has adapted over its lifetime and from the moment of birth a Phoenix’s glamour transforms their image into that of a human so as to blend in. She can choose to drop her glamour and reveal herself, but as that would be unwise, she doesn’t. The only time she will take her true form willingly is upon her death, donning her feathers to burn to ash.
{ PERSONALITY } |
PERSONALITY::
Dell is a private person, and not entirely by choice. Decades of being alone turned to centuries, and while she finds it easier to keep herself unconnected she longs to make friends. She can be rather quiet, but she is kind and compassionate with a ready smile for anyone who looks like they need it. She radiates a sort of peaceful calm that makes her easy to be around, but outside of acquaintances she has no real relationships.
Dell loves to be outdoors and to travel, which usually involves locating books to add to her store’s stock and her own personal collection. Books have been her friends when people couldn’t be, so she has often replied on them to be her company. She is not the most skilled of conversationalists, but she gives each interaction her all! Dell does not like to do things partially and prefers to do her best at all times, believing that each soul deserves as much effort and attention as the last and next.
She is very trusting and will lend her books to anyone she thinks has a good heart, hoping to make their day brighter, trusting them to return her property within the timeframe given. This practise has led to the loss of a number of her books, but she continues to have faith in humanity and chooses to continue lending when she feels it is right to. Dell is very trustworthy and loyal, and if you have her trust and fidelity you have absolutely nothing to worry about: despite Dell’s fondness for honesty and truth, she will never reveal things told to her in confidence.
LIKES::
- Meat, especially steak
- Seafood
- Traveling
- Birds, especially peacocks, herons, falcons, and flamingos
- Rare and odd books
- The smell of old books
- Mint tea
- The colours green, pink, and blue
- Feel-good movies, comedies, and family movies
- Coffee
- Jalapenos
- Saunas/Hot tubs
- Tropical places
- Most vegetables
- Heavy Metal and Rap music
- Socks, sweaters, and other “warm” clothing
- The smell of antiseptic
- Dogs and cats (and most other domesticated animals, with the exception of birds)
- Patient
- Inquisitive
- Intelligent
- Kind/Compassionate
- Loyal
- Peaceful to a fault
- Quick to trust
- Easily hurt (emotionally)
- Overprotective of things and/or people she gets attached to
- Not used to teamwork
{ RACIAL SPECIFICS } |
RANK:: None
POWERS::
- Regenerative ability when hurt or wounded – does not extend to fatal injuries
- Resurrection – when she dies, her body bursts into flames. From these flames is born a new version of herself that is destined to live as long as the previous self. This new version of her ages quickly, going through the infant, child, and teenage stages in a matter of weeks.
- Enchanting voice – her singing voice is so beautiful that it can captivate others, whether she means it to or not. It is rare that she will sing with others around, exactly for this reason. If she is singing, you can be assured that she is doing so to help someone relax or feel at peace, though it can also be used as a defensive action if she were to be attacked.
WEAKNESSES::
- Hot climates (they cause her to overheat, make her weak and sick with prolonged exposure)
- Her own fire (her fire is triggered by fatal wounds or the end of her life cycle at 1000 years, it is what marks the end of her life and the beginning of her new one)
- Physical size (small), physically weak
{ BACKGROUND } |
HOMETOWN:: Gairloch, Scotland
PROFESSION:: Specialty Bookstore Owner, rare and odd book enthusiast.
PARENTS:: None/Herself, biologically. Adopted: Fintan and Aine Connelly, now deceased.
SIBLINGS:: None
CHILDREN:: None
EXTENDED FAMILY:: None
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY::
Dell came to exist in the year 1514, in a part of Scotland now known as the village of Gairloch. Found as an infant by a fisherman’s wife, Dell was given her first name: Endellion Connelly, a name that has stuck with her through the centuries. She grew up with the fisherman and his wife as her family and she was fiercely attached to them. She loved them passionately and did everything she could to make their lives bright. Her mother called her the light of her life, her sun. As they were everything to her, she was everything to them.
She lost her parents to a storm when she was 21 and that was also the year she stopped physically aging. The loss of her parents was a huge blow, and Dell left her hometown to see the world, attempting to leave the pain behind in Scotland. It was in vain, her sorrow remaining even halfway across the world. Dell travelled for years, visiting as many countries as she could in any way she could. Along the way she discovered a knack for making people happy, though she rarely made friends.
There was no one who understood what it was to be her: even she hardly understood. It took her nearly a century of searching to discover what she truly was: a Phoenix. This knowledge went a long way towards giving her peace, but it was not quite enough. The only one of her kind – to her knowledge – she felt alone. Even surrounded by people she felt as though she was always one step away from them, removed and different.
In 1717, at the age of 203, Dell had amassed enough coin to purchase a small bookstore in Leeds. Her shop, not-so-creatively named The Phoenix Nest dealt in strange and unusual fare. Dell had a love for mythology and fairy tale, science and history, and so stocked her shop according to her tastes. Within those walls could be found rare books, forgotten scrolls, and other treasures of the literary sort. To this day she runs the shop, still taking time to travel the world and find new books to add to the shelves that line The Phoenix Nest.
{ OUT OF CHARACTER } |
OOC NAME:: Kenny
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: I have five years of roleplaying experience, the first four of which were kind of an obsession/escape, so it happened daily for hours on end. I like to think I’ve gotten a bit better because of it, though I’m certainly no professional.
ANY NOTES:: Despite Kenny being a generally masculine nickname, I am a girl.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE::
It felt like home. The smell of damp, rotting paper and dry, musty pages gave the one-room shop a sense of age and, she thought, wisdom. Hundreds and thousands of years of knowledge sat serenely on strong shelves, the weight of the words weighing heavily in the room. At the same time those words, that knowledge, felt feather light as she breathed in and imagined that every piece of information moved in her lungs – out again as she exhaled, returning to their respective pieces of written art. She smiled, blue eyes drifting closed as she reveled in the safety and peace of the place she loved most on Earth, second only to the village where her life began.
The tinkling jingle of a bell pulled her from her thoughts and she turned to welcome the customer who entered, offering a warm smile. “Hello,” she said brightly with a nod. “Welcome to The Phoenix Nest. Is there something in particular I can help you find? Perhaps a specific genre I could point you towards?”
“Egyptian mythology,” the man said, his dark eyes finding hers and lingering a moment too long, the look in them almost predatory. “I’m looking for a specific tome. I’ve been unable to locate it anywhere and all of my searching has brought me here. I wonder if you might have it.”
Wary of the man but unwilling to be unkind to a civil customer, Endellion nodded encouragingly, gesturing for him to follow her when she walked to the back of the shop, to the shelves dedicated to mythology in all its varying forms. “If you’ve a title, that’ll make things easier,” she told him, running her gaze over the spines of the Egyptian books.
“The Bennu,” he said, his lips quirking into a strange smile that sparked fear in the Phoenix. “Have you heard of it?”
