VESPERA, iris fay~ FINISHED

[IRIS FAY VESPERA]

IRIS FAY VESPERA!


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FULL NAME;

[/b] Iris Fay Vespera
NICKNAMES;[/b] I have a number of nicknames, none of which are very nice. Most of the campers call me a freak. As if they all are completely normal! Anyways, just call me Iris and I’ll call you by your name. Fair enough?
AGE;[/b] Seventeen and turning eighteen real soon.
GENDER;[/b] Female
SEXUALITY;[/b] Straight
MEMBER GROUP;[/b] Gifted Humans. It’s a really strange cabin to live in.
POSITION;[/b] Member
POWERS; Suggestion and energy/power stealing
FACE CLAIM;[/b] Fan Bingbing
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LIKES;

[/b] • Reading
•Kung Fu
•Gardening
•Astrology/ star gazing
•Babies
•Metal/rock music
•Fast Food
•Sketching
•Watching Cartoons
•The power of suggestion
•Dresses
•Fruits
•Cooking
DISLIKES;[/b] • Stealing Energy and Powers
•Not being able to touch others
•Rumors
•Cruel names
•Being Alone
•Sitting around all day
•Country Music
•Chores
•Liars
•Too much silence
POSITIVE TRAITS;[/b] affectionate, loyal, fun loving, adventurous, a very good listener, feisty, independent, giving, thinks of others before herself, cares more than she lets on, determined, quick witted, passionate, deep thinker
NEGATIVE TRAITS;[/b] sarcastic, defensive, cautious, extremely curious, does not let others know her troubles, tends to see the glass half empty, likes attention, just a tad blunt
GOALS;[/b] She pretty much lost any hope of finding a significant other, but she still wants to find a way to control her powers to be able to touch others.
If one day regular people on the outside world could accept a person like her, she would like to be a famous chef.
Iris deals with a lot of self hatred and would like to become a stronger person.
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HOMETOWN;

[/b] Lovalee, Washington
PARENTS;[/b] Hell, I don’t know.
SIBLINGS;[/b] It’s highly unlikely that I have any brothers and sisters.
OTHER FAMILY;[/b] Probably Master Wong. He wasn’t blood related to me, but treated me like a granddaughter.
HISTORY;[/b]
Fay was the name the orphanage gave me, but I decided when I would young to call myself Iris Vespera. The orphanage attempted to grow may flowers in the cold city. Sadly the cold and lack of sunlight made the poor things shrivel up quickly. For no particular reason the irises were my favorite. They were beautiful and unique from all the daisies and carnations. As for my last name, I heard two nurses talking about the stars. They said that Vespera was the evening star. I thought it fit me perfectly. In reality, I was Fay—a rather recluse little girl who no one wanted to play with. As I spent most of the day alone in a corner, I imagined myself in another life—a happier life. Iris Vespera was a girl with a family who took her out to get ice cream every Sunday afternoon. Her mother would have pretend tea parties with her and her father would give her piggy backs around the house.

Until I was about eleven years old, my powers were weak and had not reached their full potential. People would simply become more drowsy if they touched me or find themselves doing anything that I asked them to do. It wasn’t much, but it made others weary to be around me. I hit eleven years old and everything changed so much more dramatically. Another orphan named Billy invited me to play tag with him and his friends. I was it and accidentally fell on top of Billy when we were running around. There was only a brief moment of skin contact, but the little boy had a seizure and fell into a coma for a week. The other children started to whisper behind my back and call me names. I became so angry that I shouted at them to be quiet and to go away. The children making fun of me after that couldn’t talk for hours and steered clear of me forever.

Confused and frightened, I couldn’t understand why I was so different. I ran away from the orphanage until I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore. That was when Master Wong found me on the side of the street. He assisted me back to the orphanage. On the way there, I think he noticed how empty I seemed. He adopted me right away. At first, I was afraid to tell the elderly man about my strange abilities, but we grew close and he accepted me for who I was. Master Wong taught me the art of Kung Fu as he also owned a martial arts studio.

The small little town of Lovalee is nothing like its name. It is place where there is no sunshine and it rains almost on a daily basis. It is highly centered on the church where a group of radical leaders believed in the dominance of the human race. The existence of mystical creatures frightened them and threatened their pride. Gifted being like me were literally hunted, but it was difficult to capture them because their abilities managed to protect them for the most part. It was important for me to blend into normal society, so Master Wong gave me gloves to wear on my hands and told me to not use my powers in public.

When Master Wong died two years ago I had no where to hide and no one to protect my secret. When I heard about the camp, I decided it was best to live there. I was looking forward to meeting people like me, but I learned that my powers were especially unusual. From normal humans I stole energy, but from gifted beings I literally stole their powers in relation to as long as we stayed in contact and would dramatically weaken them. It will allow me to use their powers and to become much more energized. My powers continue to make people weary of me and I have few friends.
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ALIAS; Azalea
GENDER; Female
TIME ZONE; GMT
CONTACT; [e-mail]
EXPERIENCE; Three Years
RPING SAMPLE;

<p>Unfortunately, there was no diverting Zoey when she was on a roll. When Ming could easily leave someone swooning and Jun preferred several girls hanging on him, which left Waverly as the victim. But still, she couldn’t help but find it all very funny. That had to be one of the good things about being part of a band. Every night they performed at the Landing was so much fun. A few times Waverly had imagined what it would be like to make a sitcom after them. She was sure that the audience would always be laughing.</p>

<p>The blind girl rolled her eyes at Ming but smiled when he said that he always thought she would like the sensitive type. Zoey was ecstatic—she knew the perfect bad boy for Waverly. “Oh no. I’m on bad boy rehab. I’m trying to go for that sweet and sensitive type like Ming said,” she told them, hoping that would sway Zoey from setting her up with whoever. Bad boys were Waverly’s Achilles heel. There was something she just really loved about them. They sort of thrilled her, but the excitement would only last for a little bit. After awhile Waverly would wish that they could be more attentive or caring. She had dated a long line of douches and was now craving a break. Besides, dating the same type over and over again got a little exhausting. </p>

<p>They finally exited from backstage and were quickly mobbed by fans. This pumped up her ego just a little more. The attention and adoration from fans were very addicting. Although she couldn’t see them, Waverly smiled and waved at them, saying hellos here and there. Faintly she could hear Zoey texting up a novel on her cell. She decided to ignore it though and concentrate on making her way through the crowd instead. The next thing that reached her ears was Zoey bargaining with Ming. “How about servitude and his eternal praise?” she said for Ming, joking. “Talk to you later, everyone!” </p>

<p>She allowed Zoey to maneuver her around the club. Zoey was pretty good at this. She hadn’t run into a pole yet. But then all of a sudden Waverly was clumsily brought to her knees since her arm was still linked with Zoey’s. She was momentarily confused until she reached up and felt the counter of the bar over her head. Once seated she let her mind concentrate on the familiar voice of Yuuya. Her ears picked their conversation up right away and she nodded at Zoey with a mischievous little smile.</p>

<p>It sounded like a bunch of small talk. Just stuff to fill the air with. But to her surprise it seemed as if Yuuya was really enjoying himself. She tilted her head to the side slightly, listening even more intently. “I think he just called her cute!” she said, still in disbelief of the whole situation. “Do you guys think this is actually working?” Maybe it was alcohol or maybe they were really into each other, she couldn’t tell, but they were getting along just great. Yuuya was even offering to take her shopping for a pet! She was both curious and concerned. Even if things did go well, with their age difference things were bound to take a bunch of crazy twists. </p>

<p> “Thanks, Kal. I’ll have a Bloody Mary,” she said, turning her head up to Kal and then tilted again to eaves drop on the conversation. She was so concentrated on Yuuya and Persephone that the sound of a voice so close to her made her jump a little. She smiled when she remembered that the voice belonged to Mars. “Oh hey, Mars. We’re spying on Yuuya and his date,” she informed him. Waverly didn’t really know Mars all that well, but he seemed to be nice. The first and only time they met was when she had auditioned for PLEASURE!</p>

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