Individual Character's full name: Candice Alicia Delius
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: None to speak of.
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Date of Birth: 05/21/1992
Nationality/ Ethnicity: American with traces of Greek and Italian in her background.
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: New York City, New York
Appearance 
Hair color and style: Flat dark-brown hair that goes a little past her shoulder blades.
Eyes: Bright green
Height: 5’9”
Build: She’s skinny, but not so much that people think she’s bulimic. She has a long, thin body, narrow shoulders, with a very small bust and a pair of non-existent hips. To put it bluntly, she’s built like a twig.
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: She has a small, faded scar just below her thumb.
Other features: She has two small moles directly between her shoulder-blades in a diagonal line. She was told her mother had the same thing.
Everyday clothing style: The same pair of faded jeans with the rip above her knee, ambiguous t-shirts, tank tops, and blouses of various colors and sizes, and slippers in the summer and warm weathers.
Uniform: n/a
Sleepwear: An old t-shirt and shorts.
Miscellaneous clothing: She’s always seen wearing a large pair of
sunglasses because she likes to watch people, but doesn’t like it when they realize she’s watching them.
CharacterPersonality: The number one thing about Candice is that she’s quiet. She likes to keep to herself, and rarely shows what she’s feeling. (She may be terrified to the point of passing out, but the most of a reaction you’ll get out of her is wide eyes and a pale face) Many people would call her reserved. Some would call her a stuck up (censured). Its not that she doesn’t like being around people- she actually likes to hang out in places where she can watch people, just at a distance- but that she doesn’t know how to behave in front of them. She’s an only child, was raised by a loving father who was unfortunately busy, and grew up in a building that didn’t have any other children to play with. Her people skills are awkward, to say the least. Growing up a loner in school didn’t help things, or that kids called her weird and picked on her.
Theme Song: (I know this isn’t part of the application, but I was listening to this the entire time I was writing this bio)
Fragile Bird – City and Colour.
Hobbies/ Interests: Candice can spend all day in a library or bookstore reading- if let be- and is often found surrounded by piles of books. Often they get so high they’ll fall over and bury her. She loves to cook, but she hates spicy things. She likes to hug fluffy animals, such as dogs and cats and the like, but feels that animals don’t like her, and so stays away from them. Her favorite thing to do is take long naps under the sun.
Job or part time job and description: She used to work in her father’s convenience store before it closed down, but other than that she has never worked anywhere in her life.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Its not exactly a phobia, but Candice shy’s away from touching people. She hates the dark too. If she’s stuck anywhere without a bit of light nearby, she starts having panic attacks. Her focus nowadays is coming up with money for the month’s rent, and fears of her landlord kicking her out.
Special talents: She’s one heck of a cook, and can make a mean homemade pizza. She’s also colored blind. Since she was born the world has been nothing but black and white. She’s easily confused with descriptions using colors.
Morality Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: True Neutral with a hint of Neutral Good. She’s a good girl at heart, and would help a person up if they fall on the street and gather up their things for them should that happen. However, she’s just as likely to walk right on by without a seconds glance. She helps when the mood strikes her, or if she isn’t doing anything at the moment. But the important thing is that when she decides to help someone she really will help them. Not because she wants something in return, or even that it’s the right thing to do, but because she
wants to.
MutationsMutation description: Spiritual healing. Candice has a different kind of healing from the norm. She can’t use her mind to mend broken bones or close up gaping wounds. Instead, she “takes” away a person’s illness and disease and draws it into her own body, by means of touch. The more intimate the contact, such as a kiss, makes the absorption easier.
Strengths: She has an insanely strong immune system. She’s never gotten sick before, not even the sniffles. With disease and illness, she is also able to absorb poison from another person and successfully neutralize it in her own body. She has a high alcohol and poison tolerance, so no, you cannot get her “drunk off her rocker,” as they say.
Weaknesses: She has to maintain contact with the person in order to heal them. She cannot just heal someone who’s standing across the room from her. And should she break contact in the middle of healing, there’s a chance she might not have absorbed everything, and would have to begin the process over again. She can’t heal physical wounds, just strictly illnesses, diseases, infections, poisonings, and the like. Each healing takes a toll on her body (A cold will make her sick for a few days, a kidney infection bedridden for a week, something like cancer will make her violently ill and her body will reject it if not outright kill her.)
Fighting Style She knows to go for the eyes in a scuffle, or kick a guy in the nads, and has resorted to hair-pulling in times of peril. But really, Candice doesn’t even know how to make a proper fist, let alone fight.
Explanation: She was daddy’s little girl. He never let anyone get near her, and didn’t like the idea of teaching her how to fight. He did give her pepper spray though.
Pros for fighting style: Kind of funny.
Cons for fighting style: Oh god why.
Faction AllegianceUnaffiliated
History Of Your Character Candice’s mother ran off with another man when she was two, leaving her in the care of her loving- if somewhat incompetent- father. She cried for some time after that, but as the years past, she remembered less and less of her mother, and as such is things asked for her less and less.
Her father raised her as best as he could, and never did marry after his first wife, but he was often away working. Her father owned a small convenience store down the street, and couldn’t afford to hire on extra help. Candice would stay with their buildings landlady during the day, a kind elderly woman in her nineties named Mrs. Andrews who kept the rent low and always had freshly baked cookies ready for when she came over.
Candice loved Mrs. Andrews, and called her “granny,” and the old woman would smile at her and call Candice her
bambina. Although Candice’s father would always apologize for leaving Candice in her care, Mrs. Andrew would laugh and say she enjoyed having the child over. She always did feel so much better when Candice was near.
The building Candice and her father lived in had no other children for her to play with. There was one family, however, who still had a son in school. Although the boy was in high school, a six year old Candice would quickly worm her way into his heart. He was the big brother she never had. Alas, their friendship was not meant to be. The boy was dying of leukemia (T-PLL), and had less than a year to live. Candice’s father did not want his daughter playing with the boy. He wanted to spare her the heartbreak, but could not bring himself to tear her away from her friend.
The boy slowly began to deteriorate, wasting away as the months went by. Candice didn’t understand. Nobody would explain it to her. So she was frightened when she found him lying in his bed, barely conscious and breathing. Something would stir in her that day, something that would cause her to go up to the boy, to lean over him and press her lips to his. She would breath in his breathe, and feel something flowing from him into her, something that burned and tickled down her throat. That would be the first time she used her powers to heal someone.
Everyone said it was a miracle. Somehow, the boy’s disease seemed to have disappeared. However, the boy died a few weeks later, slipping off the fire escape and falling 25 feet before breaking his neck. Candice would not know of this. She would be lying in a hospital bed with a raging fever that would last for more than two weeks.
Her life after that was uneventful after that for the next few years. But if she had to think back on it, Candice would have to agree that her life went down the toilet the month before she turned eighteen. Mrs. Andrews wouldn’t live to see Candice receive her diploma. She died one night in her sleep. The new landlord- Mrs. Andrew’s grandnephew- was a sullen, pungent brute of a man who tried to grope Candice on more than one occasion.
For the next year, life was a little bit harder. Rent went up, and money became tight. College was out of the question. Candice knew her father couldn’t afford to send her to school, and she was never a good student. Scholarships were just an empty dream. So she applied here and there, and in between help her father out in his shop. It wasn’t easy, but they got by and were happy for the most part. Then her father died.
She had asked him to stop working nights. There were more robberies happening in their neighborhood lately, and she was beginning to worry. But they needed the money, and her father would not allow her out of the apartment after ten. The police said his attacker had gotten away. The most that was in the register that night was $40. Now, for the first time in her life, Candice was truly alone.
RoleplayWhere did you learn about this site?: Surfed the net, found a link to the site.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Nope.
Sample RP:One night when she was six and waiting for her father to come home, Candice heard the sound of someone crying outside her window. Sliding from her bed, wearing nothing but the pink nightie Granny gave her, Candice shuffled to the window. There really was someone crying outside her window. She could see their feet.
Outside of Candice’s room was the buildings fire escape. The little girl’s face puckered into a frown. How many times had she been told to
never go out on the fire escape? A whole bunch, which was a
lot. But Candice wasn’t worried about getting yelled at later. She was more concerned about the crying person. Her father had forgotten to lock her window. It slid up surprisingly easily with barely a push, and Candice scrambled over the windowsill.
She clambered up the metal stairs, her pink teddy bear socks muffling the sounds of her steps, so the person above her did not hear her approach. Her small hands brushed against his bare feet, and the boy jumped upwards, swearing loudly. Her eyes grew wide. Not even her father swore like that!
The boy looked to be seventeen, but to Candice he was just another big kid. She tilted her head, staring at him attentively. He had interesting eyes. They looked mad and sad, and looking at them, something seemed to pull in her chest. It felt very strange, but somehow, it was not an unpleasant feeling. Though she was too young to understand it, little Candice had fallen in love with her first boy.
“You said a bad word.” She informed him solemnly, standing on the top of the steps. Granny would wash her mouth out with soap if she said that. Candice was wondering if she should go get some soap, when she noticed the boys tears and remembered why she came out here. “Why are you crying?”
He gaped at her. “What the he-!?” He started to say, then thought better of it. He rubbed his temples as her father did when his head hurt. “Where the heck did you come from, squirt?”
Candice pointed below her feet to her bedroom window. “That’s my room. I’ve got a teddy bear. She’s pink.” She told him proudly, and the boy smiled briefly. Then his brows furrowed and he scowled at her.
“Oh what the hell am I- Look, kid. Go back to bed before your mommy and daddy get mad, okay?” He said, making small shoo gestures at her. She only stared at him and stood where she was. A cold wind went by, and she shivered.
“I don’t have a mommy. And Daddy’s at work.” Candice sucked her fingers, trying to take away the cold, and took her eyes off him to look around. There wasn’t much up here, save for the cigarette butts and beer cans he had been drinking earlier. Icky.
“Oh. You mean… you’re alone right now?” Candice looked back at him. He was looking at her strangely. She would not know what pity was until much later.
She nodded, and his eyes seemed to soften. A stray tear rolled down his cheek, and again the little girl felt that peculiar feeling in her chest. The boy didn’t seem to notice. “Wouldn’t it be better if you waited in your own room? It’d be warmer wouldn’t it?”
“Its too dark.” Her My Little Pony nightlight wouldn’t turn on. There were too many shadows in her room, and they were beginning to frighten her. Also… Candice didn’t feel like being alone. “Is that your room?” She asked, pointing to the window next to them, and the boy nodded absently. She looked up at him with big wide eyes and asked, “Can go in?”
“What!? No, of course not…!” He snapped, but then stopped when she sneezed. It was very cold out, especially for a little girl wearing only a pink nightie and socks. With a groan and a quick, “
I must be outta my mind!” the boy opened his window and helped her inside. “Five minutes just to warm up. Then you have to go back to your own room.”
Candice giggled and nodded. She liked this boy. He was a little loud and bossy, but he was very nice. Sort of like Granny. As he lifted her up, Candice reached out and brushed the tears from his face. They looked so pretty, but he looked so sad with them there. It would be years before she realized he had been her first crush. It would be longer still before she realized that she had fallen in love with his tears.
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