Individual
Character's full name: Anabelle Gambino
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Stardust
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Birthday: October 13, 1991
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Korean & German
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Hollywood Hills
Appearance
Hair color and style: Black Almost waist-length, but she tends to favor wearing wigs that are usually blonde and/or teased up into a strange style
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5’2”
Build: Small in height but, curvy and muscular in a dancer’s build sort of way.
Visible mutation: (if applicable) her skin seems to sparkle, and is incredibly shimmery in the star light (I know this sounds like that Cullen boy, but believe me I am not a fan girl >.<)
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: An upper arm sleeve on both arms (A red design with Korean characters), and a large piece that covers her back (A black dragon with multicolored flowers)
Everyday clothing style: It truly depends on her mood of the day, it could range from pencil skirts and nice tops to a band t-shirt and leather pants to bikini tops and combat boots.
Uniform: (if applicable) (Not Sure if I’ll need this or not…) A black corset and black jeans along with Doc Martins.
Sleepwear: Once again varying from a fluffy white teddy to a big t-shirt and sweat pants.
Character
Personality: (How you character behaves, social tendencies, quirks, etc.) Anabelle tends to be quite anti-social seeing as her moods fluctuate way more then the average person should fluctuate in a lifetime. It’s almost as though she has a split personality. Some days she wakes up on the right side of the bed and is all sugar and proper on other days she wakes up growling at the world puts on a camouflage bikini and straps on the combat boots ready to kick down the world’s door. Despite the oscillating moods she tries her best to fight the changes and attempts to be as friendly as she can allow herself to be. She is apt to being very quick witted yet hardly focused, tending to space out from time to time or even mid-sentence.
Hobbies/ Interests: Growing up she was a tomboy, with four adopted brothers and parents that work in the “movie business”, who wouldn’t? Cars have always captivated her interest; along with music as would anyone her age. Despite the tomboy-ery (Doubt that’s a word), her “mother” tried to counter act it by enrolling her in dancing, which she has kept up with since she was young.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Anabelle has very little trust to give out and the bit that is rationed isn’t easy to come by, regardless of the “tough chick” outer appearance, underneath she’s actually a very sketchy, anxious girl.
Special talents: A whiz at playing grease monkey and quite enjoys it! Whether it be bikes, quads or cars she’ll attempt her hand at it. Has a rather good ability at reading tarot cards.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral, but is notorious for leaning one way or the other depending on her situation.
*Mutations*
Mutation description: a sparkling dust expelled through her palms, dust is
almost translucent until cloaking target then is made visible; either hot
pink or acid green in color.The effects usually lasting 7 to 10 minutes.When used on animals, the effects depend on the size of the animal (Small to insect size, works just as it would on a human. Largeer animals it effects
but to a very small effect)
Strengths: The dust expelled clouds the target, causing hallucinations.
Varying on her mood, if she’s happy the target is fogged by visions of
dancing flowers and rainbows, but in a bad mood the target is plagued by
apparitions of shadow people and things of a dark nature.
Weaknesses: She herself is apt to being subjected to her own powers if any blow back is occurred during her expelling process. The dust takes a bit of
time traveling from her palms to the target depending on distance, which
could leave her in a predicament if her opponent attacks while the dust is
still moving.
Secondary mutation description: (if applicable) bits of what she calls
“starlight” are shot from her hands. These small fragments of energy are
shaped like, erm, stars, small ones to be exact.
Strengths: These stars of energy shoot out sending out a small wave of
vertigo like energy that leave the target confused and unbalanced for about
the same amount of time as the dust, but begins to gradually wear off after
about 6 minutes. This energy Shoots out about 11 feet and once it hits the target become the epicenter of a five foot (radius) of energy.
Weaknesses: This mutation is new; hence she does not have a large degree of control over it. She can’t will this mutation to work, it seems to only work
in high stress situations, but she has worked on will this to work many
a-nights. Another downside (which she stupidly discovered herself), these
energy stars can be reflected by any shiny surface.
Fighting Style (if applicable)
Explanation: Due to her older brothers constantly pouncing on her, and she being forced to fight against her will her fighting isn’t much of a style “style” per-se, but if it had to be categorized it would be in the rough-neck neighborhood, mostly little fists of fury.
Pros for fighting style: Her small stature and size don’t give away much so most are surprised when this little one comes out swinging.
Cons for fighting style: Her fighting isn’t very coordinated or even considered sanctioned type of fighting.
History of Your Character:
Anabelle Gambino, actual birthplace unknown, she was adopted in Germany. From what she was told by the nuns at the orphanage, she was dropped off by an Asian teen-bride claiming to be her mother and unable to take care of her, and was left with the last name Ramsden, and there ends all the information her heritage that she has, knowing only that she was German and Korean (her specific Asian origin later confirmed due to her facial structure).
Newly Married Lily & Sully Gambino, a costume designer and a pyrotechnic specialist respectively, were on location filming a movie in Germany when they spotted a 6 year old Anabelle on a street corner with one of the nuns asking for donations. Lilly & Sully both having children from previous relationships, Lily 3 boys and Sully 1 boy, wanted to cement their new union by completing their family. Holding hands, they strolled down the street and offered a donation to the nun. In broken German, lily questioned about the little girl and was told she was an orphan, upon further inquisition Lily asked what would become of the little girl, the nun responded, but only receiving a strange look she spoke, in broken English, that at 16 the young girl would need to get married or end up on the street. Horrified with the answer Lily begged an already leaning Sully to adopt the small girl. He hurriedly agreed and Anabelle Ramsden became Anabelle Gambino.
Anabelle lived a normal childhood, well as normal as you can have with four brothers, test explosions in the back yard, people in random costumes waltzing through the house and living in the Hollywood hills sandwiched between movie stars and heiresses. Regardless of the chaos and gaudiness of her life Anabelle enjoyed every minute of it. From scraping with her four big brothers, to dancing, to being the guinea pig for mother’s costumes or yelling “fire in the hole” while helping dad it sure beat the life she could be living in Germany.
Then at 13, when playing in the backyard with her brothers imitating superheroes she pretended to throw out a force field like Violet from The Incredibles, at her charging brother Jack. She knew the move was lame, and laughed when he stopped charging and rose an eyebrow the two locked eyes and Anabelle began laughing, upon hearing only her voice laughing to looked up to see Jack, bug-eyed swiping at air as he fell back into the garden. Her parents, observing his erratic behavior from the patio rushed over, and hurried him to the hospital. It was later declared that he must have had a severe allergic reaction to a plant in the garden, but Anabelle was uncertain of the diagnosis. Later on, looking at the “crime scene” Anabelle’s face was scrunched together as she spied a pink glitter coated near where her brother had been standing.
After weeks of self inspection and trial & error, she came to the conclusion that it was her who had caused Jack that reaction. She vowed she would learn to control this “mutation”! Months of practice later she figured out what triggered this, dust and learned to control it. She lived with her mutation undetected for quite a while, until her 17th birthday. She was home alone, a little upset that they had seemed to forget her birthday, when her father snuck up, the family in tow holding a cake ready to surprise her. Her father squeezed her sides, taken by complete surprise she shot around to face him shooting dust into his face. The whole family witnessing this, watched in terror as their father squirmed on the floor witnessing horrific visions. Her mother shocked by this, immediately kicked her out.
Anabelle found herself alone on the streets of the city of lost souls; she made her living as a waitress by day and through a friend got a job as a bartender despite her age. She had given up on school and got her GED a week or so after she got kicked out knowing she wouldn’t be able to support herself and go to school. While bartending she’d overheard a conversation about a place for mutants that was safe. Happy about hearing this she left at the end of her shift, high on excitement but that excitement turned to dread as she realized she was being followed. She attempted to lose them but turned down a dead end, she turned her heart pounding knowing she’d have to fight; she rolled up her sleeves exposing her wrists as her heart thudded louder and to her surprise, and her attackers, she released the energy stars as opposed to the dust.
Weeks of trying later, she was only able to re-create the stars once. All on the fault of her own, she was practicing in front of a mirror, to which the mirror reflected back the stars and knocked her off her feet. She sat dazed and unbalanced for a good 15 minutes before she could reach her feet, but was still left with a thundering headache for an hour.
Roleplay
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Sample RP:
An alarm rang out and a hand wafted out under a black comforter to smack it to the floor. The room, well, the whole apartment was small. Considering it was only one room, she hadn’t done much with it. Sure the kitchenette was stocked with as much ramen noodles as she could eat but the rest of the place was rather empty. A look to the right an over flowing closet spilling into the den…erm…right side of the room, a look to the left a window with a black sheet haphazardly tacked up to keep the sun out, and a look down and we see a mattress laid crooked, and a rumpled pile of thick comforter and human.
Motion, not sharp just a bit of stretching, erupted from under the black mountain. Twisting and turning a groan stifled here and there. Suddenly she became still, pausing for a moment before the blanket was thrust back by both her arms, she squinted in the bit of morning light that shone through her “curtain”. Her expression unpleasant at first, unchanging until she realized the day. She smiled softly to the silence and stared at the ceiling, hoping to above she’d never have to stare at its popcorn design again. She sat up, slowly, scrunched up her hair with one hand, the other behind her holding her up. She brought her legs together in a cross-legged position and surveyed her, putting it nicely, cozy home. She inhaled deeply letting it slide to a smile, hoping and praying this would be it for her time spent in this dump.
She turned to the milk crate that served as her night stand and checked the time on her cell before grabbing a hold of the cigarette pack next to it. She slide on into her mouth and lit it while she stood; making her way over to the closet she let out a long exhale as she tried her hardest to keep her feet to a low padding on the floor. Apparently walking like a normal human would do if against her downstairs neighbors wishes. She rolled her eyes thinking about it before popping the cigarette back into her mouth and reaching behind the heap of clothes, pulling out a dark green canvas bag. She smiled once more as she knelt down and began stuffing the clothes into the bag.
An hour, 3 more cigarettes, a cup of coffee and a shower later she surveyed her room. Standing in the doorway of the bath room it seemed, If at all possible, more barren. Turning inwards she examined the fogged up mirror and stepped towards it, sticking her finger to it once she got close. Her finger slashed at the glass as the tip of her tongue stuck out slightly, her unconscious indication that she was concentrating. She pulled back to look upon her art work, in a sloppy cursive it said “So Long <3 Anabelle”. And was exactly right, before the script even began to drip she had her canvas over her back and a messenger bag stuffed to capacity at her hip. She took off, down the hall, two flights of stairs and a trek across the scum-filled lobby. She stepped outside into the daylight and inhaled sharply. This was it, time to start anew and be with people like herself.
