Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2014 16:40:14 GMT -6
JOHNSON, CECILIA
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AGE: She was born in 1754, but appears to be in her early twenties.
GENDER: Female
TEAM: Loner
SIDE: Neutral
OCCUPATION: Therapist
NATIONALITY: American, technically British at the time of her birth.
HISTORY: Cecilia was born in one of the British colonies in 1754, born into a high class family. Her life was fairly easy, her class allowing her comfort and her twin sister, Ana, giving her constant company. They both took turns chasing off the other's suitors, much to the frustration of their parents. When she was twenty, she met and fell in love with a man named Phillip Daniels. The two began an affair, due to him being a lower class than her and her parents strictly forbidding her from seeing him.
A little over a year later, though, Cecilia met three witches. She feinted shortly after and later woke up strapped to a bed. The witches performed some chat, cursing Cecilia, though that was unbeknownst to her at the moment. She managed to escape and flee, but tripped when she was almost home and cut her palm. An old man came over to help her, but that was when her hand healed itself right in front of their eyes. The old man was terrified, but Cecilia made him promise to keep it a secret and not tell anyone. Disturbed by all the events of the night, she found herself going to Phillip's home instead of her own. He vowed to help her figure this whole thing out. They were woken up the next morning, however, when nearly the whole town stormed into the house. The old man had not been as silent as he had promised. They grabbed Cecilia and killed Phillip when he went to intervene. They dragged her out of the house with plans to burn her alive. She was able to escape and flee though. She's been constantly on the move ever since, the witch's curse having made her immortal.
She decided to become a therapist mostly just as something to do. It also provides an outlet for her to allow herself to feel something besides indifference.
FAMILY: Her parents are Sue and Russel Johnson and her twin sister is Ana Johnson.
PERSONALITY: Since the day Phillip died and she ran away, Cecilia closed herself of to the world, refusing to care about anything anymore. She puts up a bitchy and selfish attitude. She doesn’t like to show weakness and can get bored rather easily. She's blunt, straight to the fact whether it hurts or not. She doesn't have time- metaphorically -for others' egos and isn't afraid to cut someone down to size. While counseling, though, she's softer and tends to be more sympathetic as she allows herself to open up more.
DISLIKES: showing weakness, pain, annoying people, and being bored.
DREAMS: She could care less about the world at this point.
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I'M THE KIND OF GIRL THAT GIRLS DON'T LIKE
i'm the kind that boys fantasize
i'm the kind that boys fantasize
BODY STRUCTURE: She’s curvaceous and skinny- a fact which she takes advantage of -and about 5’6”. Her build isn't particularly muscular, but she doesn't appear necessarily weak either.
STYLE: Cecilia wears expensive clothing, since she’s built up quite a bank account over the years. The type of clothing usually depends on her mood. If she’s feeling sexy, then she’ll dress sexy. If she’s feeling like nothing special, then she’ll dress normally. It takes true skill to catch her in sweats, though.
PIERCINGS OR TATTOOS: None; piercings would heal and tattoos don't seem her thing.
COSTUME: Her hero-ing is a part time thing, so she doesn't do it often, but when she does, she wears a black cat suit with a black hood. Her shoes are also black and she wears a black domino mask on her face.
ODDITIES: None
ABILITIES: Cecilia has the ability to live forever, and heal from any injury rather quickly, unless it's from fire. She also has the ability to heal non-life threatening injuries on others. She's quite intelligent and can read people rather easily when she wants. She's had the time to study combat and become quite proficient in it as well.
CONTROL: 0
SIDE-AFFECTS: When she heals others, it takes quite a bit of energy from her.
WEAKNESSES: Besides fire being the one thing capable of killing her, her main physical weakness is that she is not immune to pain. Despite healing rather quickly, she still feels all the pain of the injury, so it's not as if she's completely invulnerable. Her nonphysical weakness would be that she tends to shut her emotions out, and this can lead to her driving people away and a lack of allies. When she does acknowledge her emotions, though, they can get the better of her and cloud her focus.
MY MOUTH NEVER TAKES A HOLIDAY
i always shock with the things I say
i always shock with the things I say
INTRODUCTION:
“What do you think this all means?” Cecilia questioned softly. Gazing up at Phillip. Her fear was obvious in her wide gaze as the events of last night flashed through her mind. Peter opened his eyes drowsily when she spoke. He rubbed his hand down his face, before caressing Cecilia’s cheek and lightly running his thumb along her cheek bone.
“I do not know” he said earnestly, hand traveling to her waist to pull her closer as they laid under the covers. She tucked her head under his chin and let out a sigh. It would be alright. The old man had vowed silence and she didn’t feel all that different. Perhaps it was a unique occurrence.
Her hope was abruptly shattered when the door burst open and she barely had time to process it before people- her neighbors and acquaintances –were storming the room. Someone- the Pastor, also her uncle –grabbed her arm and dragged her from the bed. She let out a shriek of shock, struggling against the man grip. Phillip was already out of the bed and pushing through the crowd toward.
“What is happening?” he demanded and the next thing she knew, someone was sliding a knife into Phillip’s abdomen.
“Phillip!” Cecilia screamed, tears now streaming down her face. She was so caught up by Phillip as he gasped and fell to the ground, that she was easily dragged out of the house.
She didn’t know what was happening. The word witch was being thrown around and it slammed into her gut. The old man. He must’ve reported her. But she wasn’t a witch. She wasn’t. She was the victim of some.
Her feet fumbled on the ground, trying to gain some grounding as she was dragged. Where was her sister? Where were her parents? Why was this happening? She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything other than Phillip was hurt and she was in danger and Phillip was hurt.
Her eyes landed on the pile of wood they were building. They were going to burn her? Most people were hung! She had to get out of here. She had to get free. She couldn’t die. She couldn’t. She had to live.
She dug her feet into the ground, pulling her uncle to a stop, and, before he could react, she kicked him in the knee- his knee which was injured before she was born –with all her might. The leg collapsed beneath him and he let out a holler. She didn’t care, though. All she cared about was that he no longer had a death grip on her arm and that she was already running.
Don’t stop running. She never did.
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