Post by Rahne "Wolfsbane" Sinclair on Dec 27, 2012 22:23:15 GMT -5
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Full Name: Regan Craven
Nicknames: Horror Story, Death, Demonata
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Sexual Orientation: Straight
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Location: New York City
Origin: OC
Play-By: Zoe Saldana
Height: 5'7"
Hair: Dark brown, almost black.
Eyes: Amber-Brown
Typical Clothing/Uniform: Her outfits consist of black jeans/leggings/pants, with a black tank top. She rotates from a long khaki trench coat to a short black leather jacket. She wears high-heeled boots as she doesn’t do too much running. She also wears leather glove and a velvet black choker with an amber gemstone in the center. The stone has some kind of unidentifiable insect in it.
Powers/Abilities Her powers include speaking and seeing the dead from Ghosts to corpses, reaching into your mind and feeding on your greatest fear, projecting physical manifestations of your greatest fear by creating illusions and the ability to disappear from live human view. She cannot hide from the dead however who always see her. Animals also can always sense her presence wherever she is. In order for her projection powers to work, however, she has to feed on the fear of the living to fuel them. This drains her energy something fierce, however.
Team Affiliation: N/A
Personality: Horror Story has many secrets and refuses to tell them to anyone. Her main secret is how she died. She’ll tell you her true name if you gain her trust but she’ll never reveal how she ended up in limbo. She’s a closed off individual, sarcastic and rather snappy, but mostly hides her more passionate emotions deep within her still heart. She’s fiercely loyal though if you do manage to gain her trust and will fight to the death to protect you.
Family: Mother, Father, 2 Older Brother, Younger Sister
Marital status: Single
History: Mostly N/A for now but here's something:
Teetering on the cusp of death and life, Horror Story has insight into your worst fears and nightmares because of her disconnect to the physical plain. She’s nowhere near a ghost, vampire or an undead creature. She’s just a girl who can cross the path between life and death. Horror Story has been drifting in the shadows of New York trying to keep the villains of Gotham out of it. She works with SHIELD on occasion as well.
Sample Post: Gah damn.
I hate the sun. I friggin’ hate the sun.
I’ve got sunglasses and a hat on and a jacket and still the piercing headaches are pounding my brain like a meat tenderizer. I’m out here, not to pick up taco seasoning…although that’s probably going to happen. No, I’m out here to meet with some SHIELD officer. Hoping to see Iron Man. Probably won’t.
I dip my head forward, flick my tongue to the roof of my mouth and move away from the sun into the shade.
I check my pocket watch. Yeah, I prefer a pocket watch. I hate things on my wrist, it makes it difficult to write. My eyes lifted and I turned, leaning on the brick building I had my body against. My head dipped as if it was bobbing. I HATED THE SUN. I’m dying here of heat, of the sun beating down on my face. Ghosts don’t like the sun. Ghosts really don’t like the sun. Ghosts REALLY REALLY don’t like the sun.
The SHIELD agent I was meeting was a friend of mine. Sort of. I don’t have that many friends so I consider anyone who stands near me for more than five seconds to be a friend. But she didn’t know my name. She didn’t know how I died. She’d have to do a lot more than meet me for lunch to discuss SHIELD business to learn my name.
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