Post by Amelia Vietti-Thompson on Oct 6, 2014 14:08:07 GMT -5
Quincy Name: 26 Female Once upon a time her loyalties were with the British Army. Now her loyalty belongs to herself, her family, her friends. In the end her heart thinks of them. Character Parameters Height & Weight 5'8 // 130lbs Amelia had long silky straight dark brown hair reaching down to her waist, with a side parting, currently it is kept just below shoulder length without a parting opting for a fringe with significant volume. It is kept neat and tidy due to regular brushing of the hair and occasional trimming. On occasion she will tie her hair up in a ponytail to avoid the hassles of windy days. Previously during her time under enlistment she kept a short haircut. Her eyes are a golden champagne hue, warm, bright and rather soft to gaze into, almost inviting a stare. Noticeable Difference She has good skin though her years have given her a few small scars on her arms and a few on her legs which have faded over time into obscurity unless under the gaze of exceptionally scrutinous eyes. Her ear lobes are pierced and she wears earrings frequently though never anything overt in appearance, just something small usually being amethysts being her birthstone. She also had a cartilage piercing when she was younger which has long since closed up. More often that not she will wear a small black leather strapped, white and silver faced watch on her left hand. On the few occasions that she goes out, she has a ring for the ring finger to assist in warding off unwanted company. Without fail though, she always keeps the small blue crystal given to her as a child around her neck on a chain Amelia is not married to such styles however and has a plethora of regular outfits, typical to that of a style regular to the times as well as the general public, though she has very few skirts and dresses preferring the comfort of jeans or pants. She likes wearing hats, a particular favourite of hers being peaked knitted hats. Despite that, her height as well as her above average looks and distinguishing long flowing hair she stands out from the crowd. One of Amelia's most defining traits. She has a natural gravitation to her, compounded through her words, her tone, her appearance, her actions, her aura. Born with such a personality, she is someone who has that special way of getting through to others, able to raise the ambiance with even simply her stalwart presence. It has served her well over the years, helping her to efficiency work with others and lead people to the best of hers and their own ability. "Where did this crowd come from? it was only a small tale." ------- Always, she had been fast on the uptake her sharpness and keen insight something she had an aptitude for. That trait of hers was honed to a fine point through her years of training and active combat allowing her to constantly be prepared for the unexpected, adaptable to virtually all situations keeping a calm and cool eye on several logical options. It also assists her general insight in people, quite readily able to suss out a lie or hidden truths. "Expect the unexpected. No story is set in stone." ------- Never one to back down from a challenge nor from a situation which she can turn around, Amelia is a female of considerable determination as well as a healthy pinch of a 'never say die' attitude. She hates to lose and will keep at a task seeking to 'win' with passion but thankfully not to a fault. She understands the difference between courage and foolhardiness; if need be, she will quit whilst ahead albeit a little begrudgingly. "Never say die! We will win!" ------- Superior tactics and careful preparation wins the day. A motto spoken by Amelia and a motto repeatedly proven by the actions of Amelia. She is not one to blindly charge at any form of situation requiring thinking. Instead she uses that intelligent mind of hers to cipher out rational steps to see a goal turn out in her favor. She advocates the practice, making a point to do so if not done to sufficient satisfaction. "Luck may win the day but planning will win the war." ------- Amelia seeks thrills and has a thirst for knowledge, she loves to travel and explore new places all over the world. She takes the time to seek and explore studious things, expanding her mind. Most of all she is an adrenaline junkie, skiing down extreme slopes, wingsuit flying, skydiving, rock climbing. She loves it all and it always willing to try something exciting and new. Life is never dull for her! "Go Pro is switched on, jumping in five." ------- Negative Traits Despite having a bright enough personality it is clear that there is a switch somewhere in Amelia that when flicked on, will bring about a cold impassive persona which shows little to no empathy, care nor feelings for something. It is an ice cold state which will not bat an eyelid at a death before her eyes, whether or not it was her who 'pulled the trigger'. It has an inherent intimidation factor which has been known to scare others, even allies. "People die, life moves on. Deal with it." ------- God forbid you incur Amelia's wrath. Unfortunately it is rather easily triggered and then knocked up the scale by a few notches. You push in in the queue, expect to be pushed 'out' of the queue. If you're harassing a young miss on the street expect a fist to greet your face. If you hurt one of her friends, you do not even want to know what happens behind that closed door. ------- Take no prisoners would be an adequate description of Amelia's attitude in battle and outside. She shows little restraint in doing harm to others when need be, preferring to take down a target over subduing them. She seems to take a perhaps, sadistic pleasure in combat. Dealing with leftovers is occasionally solved by leaving them suffering incapacitated unless necessary to do otherwise. ------- Perhaps a side effect of her over analysing things, Amelia is someone who can at times be quite the paranoid individual. It manifests itself in her being overly sensitive and wary of her surroundings and has the effect of her being less trustful of people, wondering if they may have some kind of ulterior agenda. ------- Amelia is a cynic, no two ways about it. Always, she will have a snide remark or a comment laced with a liberal amount of sarcasm in response to anything she finds to be even remotely silly. Her experiences and knowledge leave her with a disappointed outlook on humanity as a whole, ironic in that she is a government tool of sorts. ------- The way Amelia can get fixated on things goes beyond what you would call a healthy interest. She can become so single-mindedly focused on things she engages in that she can lose sight of everything else to her potential detriment. ------- Other Traits Amelia has since forever set herself targets, ideals. She looks up to certain individuals whom which she has some reason to seeking guidance from or can draw some form of good knowledge from them or their behaviours, ideals or skills. She often sets on a path to become like that said person or at least the parts she would like to take on board herself. These types of people are the ones who has the greater part of Amelia's respect. ------- For the most part Amelia is desensitised to violence, bloody scenes and the like. Her years of training and active service have given her enough viewing pleasures that she no longer feels much fear, sickness or other similar emotions when encountering such scenes. That is not to say she is immune to feeling anything. She still is empathetic, it is that the scenes do not mentally disturb her. ------- "There's more to me than you know..." SCIU DOSSIER OPERATIVE #17 Current whereabouts is unknown, presumed to have been killed in action along with operatives #6 and #42 during Operation Spearhead. The mission was a failure, her body remains was one of three that could not be recovered. Assumed to be deceased. Case is now closed. Date of Birth: February 15th 1985 Amelia's mother, a pure blood Quincy of English descent who did not want her children to face the dangers of having spiritual powers. She is a kind doting mother who has a good relationship with her children; to her two daughters, Amelia and Caterina she acts almost like an older sister. She strongly opposed Amelia joining the army, though supported her decision when it was apparent she could not change her mind. Amelia's father, also a pure blooded Quincy of Italian descent. A kind and rather passive man. He never was forceful or strict but his words always seemed to carry weight and rationale to them. He has an equally good relationship with his daughters and perhaps an even better relationship with his son. Not to say he had a preference, the two simply bonded better. Amelia's older sister, a Quincy with her powers sealed. She is a lighthearted bubbly character who looks out for her younger siblings, though her early relationship with Amelia was not the best. Very mature, relaxed and collected, she has never had an argument with any of her family despite Amelia's occasional attempts to start one. Caterina is the Mary Sue of the family but in a good way. Amelia's younger brother, a Quincy with his powers sealed. He is the last of the siblings, a fun character with a fondness for his sisters. Amelia especially seemed to dote on him, almost to a teasing point. Despite the occasional embarrassing moments that Amelia put him through, they got along well. Unfortunately only excluding their father, he is the 'child' of the family, though it is not overly done. MBTI Perhaps a fusion of her own ideals and the ideas and necessary evils thrust upon her is what causes Amelia to be classified as Lawful Neutral. She is not a slave to the law and the rather dark side of her profession would not be suitable for someone who was completely morally rigid. She also follows a code of morality set by her own standards being she's not likely to commit crimes such as robbery or embezzlement but it wouldn't be past her to assault someone provided they are 'breaking' her own moral code. She's not exactly good but she definitely isn't evil. Likes Of all the tipples and various drinks out there, of all Amelia has encountered, vodka, Chambord, pineapple and lemon mixed together is her favourite; namely a French Martini. It was love at first taste when she had one at her sixteenth birthday party. Always Amelia has had a fascination with the sky and soaring through it freely. Perhaps part of her free spirited nature she wished for the freedom to take to both the sea, the land and the sky, all of which she has done. Unsurprisingly she feels most free when flying the blue skies. The life blood of the party, Amelia loves them. Staying center stage, she will steal the show with her wit, humor and dancing. Amelia enjoys dancing thoroughly, able to participate competently in ballroom dancing as well as street dancing; the latter picked up by just doing it often enough, the former through tuition. Her favourite board game, taught to her by her father when she was much younger. Amelia enjoyed the occasional game with her old colleagues; now she mainly plays chess online when she has the time. Perhaps it was here that she gained her first knack for strategy. Amelia does not just see exercise as important for daily life, her previous occupation, good general health and appearance but she also enjoys doing it for the sake of it. A goal is not necessary for Amelia to want to keep up with her everyday routine. Amelia enjoys the thrill of skiing, particularly alpine skiing. She enjoys the rush of performing tricks as well. Although she enjoys snowboarding too, Amelia much prefers skiing. A great rush and something she got to experience rather frequently later on in life The adrenaline surge, the views, the speed. All in all it is a dose to curb her adrenaline junkie cravings that is probably the most effective. Amelia enjoys shopping; not shopping for essentials but shopping for new and exciting things. She cancelled her credit card a long time ago because it encouraged overspending, most notably when she is at a computer. Amelia keeps her surroundings tidy at all times. She believes tidiness to be a reflection on one's character. Not only that she dislikes being surrounded by mess at any rate. Amelia enjoys listening to music, often she'll have her headphones in listening to some rock or classical most the time; her two favourite genres. Of course she's a virtuoso herself. Nothing's quite like a bright warm day to lighten up one's mood. Amelia's one who loves to relax on those sunny days, preferably somewhere where she can enjoy a picturesque view. Her competitive streak drives her to strive to be the best. She loves to win and makes no secret of it. Tennis is one of Amelia's favourite sports. An avid player herself, it is something she loves to play and dedicates a lot of time to it. Her favourite colour! Bad memories... bad bad memories. Amelia is very forward in her thinking and her behaviour. It can cause issues at times. Arguments with her are something tht happen mostly due to personality clashes and she hates them. Not above sulking, Amelia's competitive drive has the flip side of her being an ungracious loser. Perhaps she has a mild form of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Either way the weather seems to reflect her mood. Grey, bleak days are depressive. Always on the move Amelia seeks, excitement, motion and activity. Being static is something she does her utmost best to avoid lest she wallows in a moody temperament, brought on by moodiness. As a OCD level tidy person, mess is something she can't abide. It distracts her, irritates her and cannot ignore it. Amelia worst fear that would truly haunt her is her fear for her family and their safety. She hopes that they never will see serious trouble, illness or danger because something happening to them is something that she has no adequate training to deal with, nor is it something she wants to know how to cope with. Her family means a great deal to her Amelia also fears to be caged, metaphorically and literally. She is a person who values her freedom. Being locked up in a cell or completely tied down with burdens would have a seriously negative impact on her. A side effect of discovering a new type of freedom, liberation was when the seal on her Quincy powers was unraveled. She has great pride in her power and is ever thankful that they have opened up a whole new world for her. To have her memories stripped from her and her powers once again made lost to her would be devastating. Residences A theme inspired and crafted for the character Amelia. It signifies the struggle in her life, most focused on her more recent years and her future as she fights to survive, to regain what she has lost and her will to endeavour and to persevere through it all. That Which Was Lost. That Which May Be Found. The thin linked silver chain and cross holds the small light blue crystal in the shape of a cut diamond is the heart of her power. The crystal looks hollow due to the wispy dark smoke like substance that seems to float within it but in fact it is completely solid. It will remain a mystery what the crystal is made of to most people as its actual truth is that it is a crystallized seal on her Spiritual Power. When the seal is fully unlocked the light blue crystal will disperse in the form of a black smoke like substance naturally forming a translucent mantle which will settle around shoulders just like a physical mantle would as as well as forming a hood. It maintains an appearance of something that one might describe as a fusion of smoke and ever flickering flames. Only a small amount of power leaks from the seal, the vast majority of her power kept locked away... for now. Her spirit weapon is very much simple in its appearance as it is a spirit mantle. The smoke like substance can freely launch arrows from any location on the mantle. The arrows launched are visually similar to the black smoke like reiryoku that it is comprised of. It is based on reishi manipulation. Direct Power | Infinity Mantle of Heaven Amelia's mantle is uniquely special in the fact that it can take on an almost infinite number of different forms whether it be a chair, a key, a parachute or even something like an umbrella all through the force of her will. However in battle it takes on five main forms which can be done whilst still maintaining the ability to launch arrows. Mantle Offense Form: Infinity Fists Taking on the form of spectral like giant hands, Amelia can pummel her enemies, lift extremely heavy weights and the like using the hands as if they were her own, lending to a powerful close range offense. Mantle Offense Form: Infinity Blade Taking on the form of a sword or spear, Amelia can slice her enemies, cut and pierce through what she pleases with finesse and precision, lending to a powerful offense. Mantle Defense Form: Infinity Shield Taking on the form of a large shield Amelia can control to defend against all kinds of offenses, spiritual and physical alike protecting her from harm, lending to a powerful defense. Mantle Speed Form: Infinity Wings Taking of the form of large wings, Amelia can take to the skies and move at highly accelerated speeds, improving her maneuverability and evasiveness, lending to a powerful speed. Mantle Bow Form: Infinity Archer Taking on the form of a true bow, Amelia can enhance the power of her bow, forcing out projectiles at a faster rate and a faster speed with increased lethality, lending to a powerful bow. My life. Both ordinary and extraordinary The Second Child Born to Cassandra and Marco Vietti, Amelia was the second child of the couple, born blessed with the innate power a Quincy possesses, inherited from her parents just like her elder sister. Her sister at that point had her powers sealed away into a specially forged amulet, just as they were beginning to develop. Their mother Cassandra wished for them a life outside of the influence of the spiritual world, as much as she could do. The dangers she felt growing up as a Quincy was something she did not wish for her children to experience. Amelia’s blood was strongly bound to the power born onto her, stronger than that of her sister. As a baby she had enough presence about her spirit that if someone was searching hard enough it was possible they might sense her existence. It was a fear for Cassandra that harm would come to her second child. As such, just like with her older sister they sealed her power away into a pendant on a silver chain, a blue crystal within the centre. Unlike her sister however, her crystal seal was different. Caterina’s crystal was a solid pure blue crystal. Amelia’s crystal seemed to have something strange within; a dark wispy substance, not unlike smoke appeared to swirl within the blue confines. “Is everything prepared?” “Yes, I’m checking everything over again.” “Make sure everything is properly aligned.” The room was devoid of all unnecessary items. A Quintet of silver tubes was set in the formation of a pentagram; each set evenly, placed five metres apart from the closest. In the centre was a child in a cot. Her eyes were closed, her small hands placed lightly on the silver jewelled pendant resting on her chest. The fragile form of the child was softly illuminated by the warm orange glow of the several wax candles drawing the lines between her and the silver, formless wispy grey rising from each burning triangle of incense placed on a miniscule ceramic plate between each candle, fragranced with a fusion of star anise, juniper and Dragon’s blood. The parents of the baby girl patiently and painstakingly observed each individual component of the ritual. A mistake could prove costly, her Reiatsu might be eradicated completely which would completely erase her Quincy heritage; worse even her Reiatsu could end up fragmented, detrimental to her life force, drastically weakening her body and lifespan. With everything set and checked, perfection in preparation, they came together at the centre, each one either side of their child, their hands laid on top of the child’s own, pendant beneath. Reiatsu flowed from the parents to the child through the seal and in direct response, luminescent blue light seemed to carve its way on the terra firma from the child to the five point seal. As if gas had been released in a geyser beneath each candle, the small steady orange flame grew in size, a miniature eruption of fierce glowing blue, the tongues of flame licking upward toward the ceiling. A few moments passed before as abruptly as they came, the flames disappeared, outing completely. The candles however now each glowed as the flames did, in that bright sky hue. Slowly a navy smoke rose from each of the candles mixing, coiling, and fusing with the wisps of incense that still smouldered in each plate. The smoke moved with purpose, each mirroring its fellow as the wisps converged on the child. The parents removed their hands and watched intently, concern and anxiety reflected in their eyes as the smoke gathered and contained itself within the pendant. The last of the Reiatsu had been consumed by the pendant but something appeared off. The smoke had not transmuted, the wisps dancing together within the crystal instead of gathering and solidifying as one. The parents exchanged worried glances before the silence of the room was broken by the cries of the girl. A sense of relief flooded the pair though they still had to question the results. The seal was in place but it was seemingly incomplete; there was no fault in the formation so only two possibilities could explain it. Firstly was that it was actually fine and the results could be placed down to individual differences. The second was that her Reiatsu was simply too powerful to be sealed away entirely... That couldn't be the case could it..? _____ Amelia looked at the door, wondering why her superiors were calling her. Right before knocking, she fixed her uniform and took a deep breath. A deep voice came from inside the room, telling Amelia to go in. Shaking away any doubts, she finally entered the dimly-lit room. Behind a cluttered desk stood General Franklin, eyes glued to a paper folder where it was visible a big, red “Confidential” sign on the cover. “Excuse me, sir. You wanted to see me?” Amelia asked, saluting her superior. “Yes, sit down, please. As you must certainly know, during your last deployment you definitely stood out amongst all the others, as usual. I talked to some of your direct superiors and they mentioned how happy they were with your work. Therefore I have an… offer to make.” General Franklin answered, finishing his sentence with a harsh smile that made his shark-like features look even more murderous. Amelia was always one of the bravest women in her regiment but even she had to admit that General Franklin caused cold chills to run down her back. Battling the dread, Amelia didn’t waver and looked right in his bright, cold eyes. She just nodded and waited for General Franklin to continue. “Very well, I know that there are people who have been working with us for a longer time than you have. But we also know that you possess a certain type of skills that we need to fight a special kind of enemies.” She wasn’t sure that she understood what he meant. She had a suspicion though. A suspicion which she hoped wasn’t true. Could have they figured it out? Amelia remembered her childhood friends vividly. She couldn’t pinpoint at what age she met them but she knew that they had been there as long as she could remember. Caterina, her older sister, teased her about her friends. She used to say they weren’t real. The truth is that they weren’t real for Caterina; she was unable to see them. But they saw her and they would tell Amelia everything. Her parents eventually found out about her new friends and they weren’t happy. Cassandra and Marco had tried to explain to their youngest daughter that they too could see her friends – spirits, they had called them – and that they lied. They told her to stay away from them and not listen to anything they had to say, no matter how tempting it was. Amelia, at first, didn’t understand why her parents seemed so upset. She used to hang out with the spirits, as her parents had called them, all the time but they were never mean to her- In fact, she was particularly fond of their stories. They always knew how to entertain her. They always taught her something. But as she got older, the stories would get darker and scarier. Amelia almost didn’t want to listen to them. But she couldn’t help it. She felt like there was a whole other world she didn’t know about. Marco still insisted on giving her archery lessons. She actually enjoyed them and she got to spend time with her father, who she didn’t see very often but Amelia never quite understood why he never showed that interest in teaching Caterina anything. The two sisters kept growing further apart until the birth of their younger brother, Lucio, which worked as a way of bringing them together. Instead of fighting all the time, Caterina and Amelia decided right there and then to take care of their baby brother no matter what. They helped giving him baths and changing his diaper, they would play with him and teach him new words. It was during this time that the two girls were finally able to bond with each other. It was Amelia’s idea to start learning martial arts with her sister. They both joined together and kept practicing for years. Even though Amelia was undoubtedly better than Caterina, the older of the two sisters was always very determined to succeed. Amelia’s parents always insisted on their kids learning some sort of musical instrument and she decided on the violin. It took a lot of dedication, hard work and a lot of hours of training but by the time Amelia was 15 she was already quite known as a musical prodigy. Amelia suspected her parents tried to keep her schedule as full as possible as a way of distracting her from the always present spirits. And it helped, but only to a certain extent. No matter where she was or what she was doing she could see them lurking around, trying to speak to her. Amelia had already left her martial arts classes but her sister, Caterina, still attended every week. After she had learnt how to ignore the spirits, Amelia felt like she didn’t need those classes anymore. And for the first time since she found out about her childhood “friends”, Amelia felt almost like a normal girl. Because, if on one hand she would play tennis on Mondays with some of her friends from school; the rest of her days were mostly occupied with learning new languages. At the moment she was nearly fluent in Spanish and she was able to have a lovely conversation in German. For some reason, her parents had suggested those languages and Amelia didn’t care much for them. But she learnt them anyways. On top of that, during 9th grade she decided that she would also learn Japanese. Amelia considered herself to be so lucky. She saw how much some of her friends struggled with school work but it came so easy for her. She barely ever studied and still managed to obtain very satisfying grades. It all worked out in her favour: that way she had time to compete in tennis tournaments and to go out partying with all her friends. Amelia Vietti was never shy when it came to a party and to meeting new people. She was one of those popular girls who everyone wanted to be friends with. As Amelia’s birthday came closer and closer, she finally managed to convince both Marco and Cassandra to let her get her driver’s license. Caterina helped winning them over by reminding them that Amelia had passed all her exams easily. “Maybe too easily” had grumbled Marco, causing everyone in the house to laugh. Amelia was excited to start learning how to drive. It meant more independence for her; it gave her an opportunity to live her life more. Cassandra, on the other hand, was very worried about letting her middle daughter drive. It wasn’t just the fear of all the normal dangers on the road; she had gotten used to those with her oldest, Caterina, it was just that she knew Amelia was more prone to outer disturbances. She shook her fears aside and when the day of the final driving exam came, she was just as excited as everyone else to see Amelia succeed. Amelia was shaking when she finally arrived at where her exam was taking place and didn’t stop shaking until she got behind the wheel. She was still nervous but driving always relaxed her. She felt so accomplished when she finally got her license in her hand. Amelia’s parents decided that it would only be fair to give her a new car on her birthday. Marco was the one who got the car from the stand. It was black and white. It looked very modern too. Even though Lucio said it was a girly car, Marco knew he couldn’t wait to be able to drive too. “If you get good grades, we will let you get your license.” had said Marco. “And what about the car? Can I get one too? It would be unfair if I didn’t.” replied Lucio, hopefully. Marco had laughed at him and continued driving. If Lucio did well on his driving exam, Marco was sure Caterina and Amelia would almost make him get their little brother a car. Amelia was standing on her front porch anxiously waiting for her father and brother to come back. She kept rearranging the flower pots and organizing them by colour. She had to distract herself with something and organizing things was always her favourite choice. She heard the neighbours’ dog barking and she knew there was a car approaching. She heard it before she could see it, but when she saw her new Mini appearing in her driveway, she thought it was beautiful. She couldn’t wait to take it for a drive. Life after getting a car got even more interesting. All of a sudden she didn’t depend on anyone or anything to move around. If she wanted to go to the theatre, she didn’t have to travel around on the cramped underground. It was a really liberating experience. Although, with her new-found freedom, she also found herself getting more and more tired of school. It’s not that she was struggling; her classes were just as easy as ever but she started to lack motivation to attend classes. She wasn’t too sure she wanted to go to university anymore. The only thing that she still thoroughly enjoyed in her life was tennis. She had been training almost every day now for a new tournament that was coming up. It was important that she won, she was representing her school after all and liking it or not, she had a reputation to uphold. When she got to the venue, she could see that all her school was there. People weren’t very good at sports on her college, so the students weren’t picky when it came to the decision of who they would support. She knew most of her opponents; they had already played against each other on different occasions. The tournament had been hard but she had managed to win. In the end some of her friends came by to congratulate her on her victory and most of her classmates tried to carry her I their arms. They were an over the top bunch of people. “Hey, Vietti! We need to celebrate! There’s a party at Doug Johnson’s house tonight and our guest of honour has to be there!” said Miriam Hartinger, a freckled brunette who was on Amelia’s math class. Amelia had always been quite the party girl and couldn’t say no to an event so she agreed to meet everyone up at Doug’s house. She got ready and when she arrived at her car a thought ran through her mind – she wouldn’t be able to drink, which her parents were probably be very happy about. Amelia couldn’t remember the last time she got home drunk but she could remember how much trouble she would get in every time it happened. This one night she had gotten home and, surprisingly, no one was waiting for her. She thought she had finally mastered the art of arriving home without waking up anyone and she was just so happy about it. And hungry. She had been especially hungry. Looking through the cabinets she had found some pasta and at that moment that’s exactly what she wanted. The water was already boiling when she had tried to get the pasta form the cupboard, managing to spill it everywhere. She had woken up the next morning laying on the sofa, with her mother yelling at her. When she looked around the room she figured out why her mother had been screaming. There had been pasta on the floor and a thick black smoke coming from the pan. Chuckling at the incident, she got in the car and drove to the party. When she got there the party was already at full swing. She got some snacks and went around the house, greeting everyone. Although Amelia liked being free and being able to make her own decisions, she had to admit that parties weren’t as fun as they used to be. Or maybe it was her drunken haze that wouldn’t let her realize the stupid things they did. When the party was finally over, it was with great surprise that she saw the majority of her classmates getting into their cars. She was a bit wary of driving for the first time at night but she pushed through it. As she was driving down a small, damaged road, she found herself listening to the music on the radio and to the soft hum of the rain. She looked at the road all of a sudden. Rain? It had been sunny all day long. As she was driving, more carefully now, she was momentarily blinded by some bright light coming from a car nearby. She got scared and closed her eyes, letting go of the wheel for a couple of seconds. She recomposed herself and got a hold of the wheel again, swerving to the left. The other driver wasn’t as sure about where to turn since he kept zigzagging, left and right. While Amelia managed to control her car, the same couldn’t be said for the other driver. At some point their car started turning over and it kept turning until it violently hit a rock wall. Amelia could only look in horror to the turn of events but once the car hit the wall she immediately got out of her own car and tried to check if the other driver was okay. Once she got to the other car, she heard a voice behind her. “What…what happened?” asked a guy who Amelia recognized from her school that was also at the party. “I, uh, there was an accident. Call an ambulance!” replied Amelia preparing herself to run towards the car. There was no reaction from the boy which made Amelia’s heart drop to her stomach. It couldn’t be. She thought the spirits had stopped but there he was. She still couldn’t believe it so she slowly approached the wrecked car and looked inside, hoping that the driver would be anyone else. But there he was. And a second later there was his spirit behind her. She had only seen one other spirit of someone who had just died but the look of confusion was the same on both of them. Amelia fell to her knees. She thought that she had finally gotten rid of them. Before all the panic and shock had a chance to settle in, Amelia called an ambulance and then she called her parents – but she never mentioned the ghost. The weeks after the accident were though for Amelia. Even though she hadn’t been drinking on that night, she still felt like the accident had been her fault and that is she had paid more attention to the road this wouldn’t have happened. This moment was very important on Amelia’s life. It was then that she decided to join the army, not only to keep herself busy but also to have a sense of responsibility. She got all her family together in the living room one evening and told them the news. None of them were too happy, although her father seemed to understand her motives. The same couldn’t be said for Amelia’s mother. She was visibly displeased with the news. All she wanted was to keep Amelia safe and, in her perspective, the way to do it was by leading her middle daughter to an academic career. As much as Cassandra tried, she wasn’t able to dissuade her daughter so when recruitment time came around, Amelia packed her backs and joined the military. She had been looking for a fresh start so the first thing she did once she got there was cut off her beautiful, long hair. She didn’t want to be judged either. It had felt weird to have hair that short. She couldn’t remember the last time it hadn’t been long. As the meshes of hair were being cut she felt her motivation falter, but she powered through it. The last seven or eight years had gone in a blur. It still felt like it had been yesterday that she had started her military training. Even though Amelia used to work out and was a black belt in mixed martial arts, she was severely unprepared for the amount of physical training she encountered. Once again, she had felt like giving up but just in those first weeks she was there, she could feel herself getting stronger and re-learning how to deal with the spirits again. She finally felt like she had a purpose. So, she stayed. She got more used to the training, but sometimes it was still hard for her. About three years after joining the military, she had her first mission abroad. She was deployed to Afghanistan to help with the conflict. The hardest thing for her was to control the spirits. There were so may dead. Instead of ignoring them, as she had been doing for years, she went back to her childhood and started listening to them. Maybe that gave her an unfair advantage in comparison to her colleagues but it also helped them all so she didn’t worry too much. The ghosts new a lot of secrets and they were ready to share them with her. It was thanks to them that she did so well during her deployment. All her superiors were impressed. Some suggested that she took helicopter flying lessons, as it would help her move up in her career faster. And so she did. It had been a challenging period for her. But it was worth it. She had never felt as free before as she did when she was piloting the helicopters. She felt like she could go anywhere and like there were no restrictions. During that time she also realized that the spirits couldn’t get to her while she was flying. Even though ever since Amelia got back from Afghanistan, she had started listening to them again; she also had learnt how to control the amount of time they spent with her. Still, it was tiring to worry about it all the time. At least when she flew, she didn’t have to worry about any of that. And she liked it that way. It was easier for her to concentrate on her missions. She remembered that the day she had gotten her license, she went out with some other officials to celebrate. This time she left the ring she always wore at home. She usually wore it to keep certain creeps away, but on that day she felt safe and happy. It was one of her best nights, ever since she joined the army. She felt comfortable around those people. She felt like she had found her place. Back in the present day, Amelia forced herself to look General Franklin in the eyes. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean, sir” said Amelia, trying not to stutter. “Well, I happen to think you do Lieutenant Vietti. Anyway, here is what’s going to happen: you are going to be promoted to Major and you will be the newest member of our secret task force. In this file here it is explained a little bit of what is expected of you while working for the SCIU. You are to report to me and only me and you shall not speak about this to anyone in this base. This is a very underground taskforce that depends on people’s secrecy. Do we have a deal?” said General Franklin, without missing a beat. Amelia was quite curious about this new, clandestine taskforce and she didn’t mind being promoted either. But she had a feeling she didn’t have much of a choice in the saying anyways. “Yes. When do I start?” she answered. “Tomorrow. Here is the file with all the information you need. After reading it you are to destroy it. Burn it completely. Leave no evidences of it ever existing.” said General Franklin solemnly, as he handed her the file. Amelia took it and after she was excused she left. She didn’t know what she was getting herself into. But whatever it was, it was going to be a wild ride. And it started tomorrow. _____ Present Day (Also a sample) “The mission has failed! I repeat the mission ha…” The rest of his sentence was cut off and replaced with the sound of his vocal cords trying to spew out words as he choked on the blood that had filled his lungs, a scythe like limb thrust through the small of his back to taste the air on the other side. His body was raised from the ground and with a forceful flick of the arm his body was tossed like a ragdoll, split at the waist, deposited lifeless on the cold sodden ground. His eyes were still wide open, shock marked as his final expression. His hand still grasped the radio he had been using. Utterances were overlaid over one another as despair sunk in. “Shit! It got Ryan!” “Fuck...” “Oh my god!” “How can we fight THAT thing???” “No...” Only Amelia stayed calm, her instincts kicking in. To the others in her squad, they fought an enemy they could barely perceive, a transparent foe, a being that they could only make out a vague shape of. Amelia perceived it in its full glory. An inhuman creature, a being of somewhat humanoid shape resembling a praying mantis with a skull like mask of a face; the praying form illustrated all too well by its blood stained claws, a horrific viewing of the thing ready to claim their lives. Shocked as she was she kept her calm. She could see what she was facing, she could act, and she would act swiftly and save her comrades. Her body tensed as she took a deliberate step forwards. *Sshhluck!* The others seemed to be yelling, shouting out words she could not hear nor decipher. Amelia furrowed her brow as she tried to focus on what they seemed to be so desperately conveying. Her mouth opened to try to speak. Nothing came out; her own words seemed to escape her before they left her mouth. Her head seemed to be swimming underwater; a haze seemed to gloss her vision. Was she that high up? She couldn’t recall taking a higher vantage point. Fingers, they were pointing behind her. Something occurred to her; she had taken her eyes off the creature. Was it behind her? Was that why they were so frantically indicating behind her? The despair on their expressions was unmissable though. Had they gotten someone else behind her so rapidly she had not noticed it occur? She strained to twist her body around to a fiery pain in her centre and spreading warmth, an odd conundrum, a paradox as she was feeling a deathly chill at the same time. Her mind caught up to the situation before her unfocused eyes gazed downwards. Someone had been caught. It was her. Crimson spilled itself freely from her pierced stomach, run through from the back all the way out the other side, the wicked glint of the blade that had run through clear to her now. Blood ran along its length and dripped down mixing with the blood of her previously fallen friends. Even more ran down from both sides, a puddle forming at an alarming rate below her suspended body. With more effort than she ought to have mustered her head forced itself to look back, to be greeted with a leer from a face that could easily be mixed with that of the Grim Reaper’s own. She coughed forcefully, a small torrent of blood spewed from her throat. Her eyelids suddenly felt like gravity had taken personal offense at defying its force, they struggled to stay open. Ungracefully she landed face first with a dull thud, her body hitting the cold concrete in a pool of her own making as the creature tilted its claws causing her to slide off the slick weapon. The rest was a blur as the haze became blackness, short clips of the events phasing between the fading, as she slipped in and out of consciousness. Screams of agony, the sounds of bone and flesh being cleaved. Amelia took in glimpses, time seemingly coming to a standstill. The sounds came to a gradual end. Her heartbeat was beginning to fail her, her vision lost to her, the excruciating pain drowning out all but the few shallow breaths she feebly attempted and the low moans of the dying. The moans stopped after what seemed to be an eternity. For a moment her vision began to return, a last glance at this world. He creature was over her, the bleached bone face looking down upon her fallen body, not that Amelia could make out anything more than its shape. She was the only one with a fragment of life remaining, sustained by a force that was not exactly human. The last thing Amelia saw was the blue pendant around her neck glowing brightly before her, the wispy smoke frenzied within. Her eyes closed and her heart became still as Amelia died. ____ OOCMajor Amelia Fiorella Vietti
Moniker:"Hawkeye"
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It should be noted that habitually, Amelia has a strong preference to wear a form of army fatigues when going out at any point where combat will be a likelihood. Not only that she has a fondness to wear such outfits out on a casual basis. As such, more often you will find her wearing military boots and often brown khaki trousers and her similarly coloured sleeveless jacket. Amelia wears a pair of leather gloves frequently, underneath said gloves she has small smooth hands and unpainted almond shaped nails, revitalized once again from the years of hard wear during service.
Positive Traits
"You think you can do that and there'll be no consequences?" (cue laughter)
"Don't think you can run; I haven't seen enough blood yet..."
"Did you hear that? There's something there..."
"Oh yes, the government didn't act to score a profit, no way."
"Just... five more minutes."
"That's pretty amazing, wish I could do that."
"It's a shame, I feel for his family."
Place of Birth: Chelsea and Westminster Hospital
Ethnicity: British Italian
Primary Residence: Kensingston
Blood Type: A+
Visual Acuity 20:14
Medical Conditions: N/A
Smoker: No
Drug Usage: No
Drivers License: Yes
Helicopter Pilot License: Yes
Hand Orientation: Left
Partner: No
Children: No
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Contact No: 07909224571
Immediate Family
ENFJ
Extravert(100%) iNtuitive(62%) Feeling(12%) Judging(44%)
You have strong preference of Extraversion over Introversion (100%)
You have distinctive preference of Intuition over Sensing (62%)
You have slight preference of Feeling over Thinking (12%)
You have moderate preference of Judging over Perceiving (44%)
An extrovert in all senses of the word, Amelia is social and open, friendly and empathetic always surrounded by her friends and she is never afraid to speak her mind. As a intuitive person she prefers to seek out patterns and the meanings behind things, a preference to thinking instead of trialing. She will be more weighted on the side of taking feeling into account as a people person, however she still keeps a cold bluntness to her at times. Her nature of liking to keep things in order, her outward organisation, she shows a preference of control than a whimsical side.
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Notable Skills and Talents
Having learnt kickboxing from since she was six, Amelia has always been in touch and enamored by the martial arts. She has since gone on to become a black belt or to become extremely proficient in several disciplines from all over the globe including: Karate, Muay Thai, Jiu Jitsu, Sambo, Savate, Kendo, Krav Maga and Jeet Kune Do. Other skills include
Owns two houses, the first being in Kensington in London. A three bedroom house of modest size, it has a bathroom on the second floor with a shower and bath as well as an en suite in her bedroom containing a shower and toilet and basin. The other two bedrooms are on the second floor as well. On the ground floor there is the living room, her study and she has a large kitchen diner room which precedes a relatively large garden. The attic is used for storage.
Her second house is a two bedroom house on the outskirts of Karakura town. A fair bit smaller than her home in London; upstairs it has one bathroom and the two bedrooms. On the ground floor there is the living room and kitchen which backs up onto a small garden. She currently is in the process of converting the attic into a study.
Vehicles
Owns two vehicles, one is in Kensingston, the other in Karakura outskirts. Her car in Karakura is a black Mercedes Benz SL 350. Her second is a copper Mini Cooper SD. Her favourite of the two is still her Mini.
Habits
Anyone who knows Amelia will be able to tell you her greatest habit is her fixation on tidiness. She cannot and never has been able to tolerate mess. As such any place in which she has some degree of control in will be made tidy and remain tidy. A good way to get her to snap at you is to cause some unnecessary mess and leave it like that. It is a habit of hers she has had since she was a young child.
Another one of her habits is to hold the crystal on the chain she wears whenever she needs to focus. It manifest when she is in thought, before taking action if she has the time. At first she used to do it to settle her nerves, the nerves are no longer an issue anymore but old habits die hard.
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Desired starting GP?: Whatever you think it's worth! (Plus a little more, feedback would be useful :-P)
How long have you been roleplaying?: About 6 years
How did you find out about us?: Google :3
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Please tell us any other approved characters you have on BG: Tachibana Yuutarou
