Post by Ever A. Moore on Mar 9, 2009 18:53:32 GMT -7
[/size]Ever Andromeda Moore
Love All Your Flaws, They Make You Who You Are.[/center]
What's On The Birth Certificate
[/font][/center]``Name••
Ever Andromeda Moore
``Code Name••
Pseudomorph
``Age••
211/2
``DOB••
November 19th,1988
``POB••
Seattle, Washington
``Mutant Abilities••
. E l e m a n t a l Transmorgification ; ; Ever has the ability to change into one of the 'four' elements and all of their various forms. This means she can be steam, mist, fog, water, ice, crystal, stone, sand, air, fire, and the like. Her physical body literally changes into these various forms and when it involves being gas she does break into particles.
``Other Abilities••
. F e n c i n g ; ; At least, she's trying to learn how to fence. She's pretty good at it, but is merely a beginner and surely would like to get better at what she does. Ever likes the whole surrounding topics that Fencing brings up. She likes the grace of it, the strategy and balance. The fact that she can move and swing and slash and do it all with the grace of a dancer or a swan. It makes her smile and thus got her addicted to the whole ordeal.
``Weaknesses••
. P o w e r s ; ; Weather and surrounding areas have a strong hold on what she can and cannot do. Ever must be standing on, near or be able to touch whatever it is she wants to become. If it's foggy, she can easily become air, fog, or water by drawing on one of the things that make up fog or the fog it's self. This teds to lead to her carrying around various types of jewelry and often wearing sandels so she can get to the ground if need be.
. P h y s i c a l ; ; Though she is strong physically on the outside she's got her own issues. Ever is prone to aches in her back and shoulder area due to the fact she has a slight case of scoliosis. Medicine takes care of any real pain there is but it doesn't mean her back isn't overly sensitive.
. P e r s o n a l ; ; Ever has an uncontrollable urge sometimes that results in getting her into trouble. Many times she has reached out to touch whatever might interest her and it often gets her into trouble. She's open minded and flat out obvious when she thinks she likes someone or something. She'll say it and not think twice, even if it causes problems for other people.
What I See In That Foggy Mirror
``Celebrity Claim••
Alison Sudol
``Eye Color••
An olive green color with hints of light sandy brown and mossy green.
``Hair Color/Style••
A naturally bright red color that falls past her shoulder in loose waves with bangs swept to the right of her forehead.
``Weight••
129LBS
``Height••
5'6"
``Overall Description••
Slender, sleek, and average in height. Ever is not overly busty and her hips aren't to die for. She's got long lends, is slender, and shows that fencing keeps her in good physical shape. Her body is lean and for the most part a good deal of muscle from the fact she does lifting for work (boxes/stacks of files and papers), fencing and walking. Her flesh is a pale and creamy color, here eyes a dull mix of green with hints of brown and her hair a fiery red color.
She has a rather square and firm looking jawline, her features defined and sharped. Her lips are a dusty rose color, the bottom a bit on the pouted side. They are fairly long in length, and when she smiles they reveal her fairly straight teeth and her dimples. She usually wears very light makeup, some blush and lip gloss with a bit of smoky eyeshadow maybe.
Whatever she wears is generally as flattering or simple as she pleases. For the most part it's nothing over the top. Sure, she is a fan of long skirts, lacy blouses, and stuff like that. However she also likes jeans and tees. It all depends heavily on her mood and if she's feeling dressy or not.
Alison Sudol
``Eye Color••
An olive green color with hints of light sandy brown and mossy green.
``Hair Color/Style••
A naturally bright red color that falls past her shoulder in loose waves with bangs swept to the right of her forehead.
``Weight••
129LBS
``Height••
5'6"
``Overall Description••
Slender, sleek, and average in height. Ever is not overly busty and her hips aren't to die for. She's got long lends, is slender, and shows that fencing keeps her in good physical shape. Her body is lean and for the most part a good deal of muscle from the fact she does lifting for work (boxes/stacks of files and papers), fencing and walking. Her flesh is a pale and creamy color, here eyes a dull mix of green with hints of brown and her hair a fiery red color.
She has a rather square and firm looking jawline, her features defined and sharped. Her lips are a dusty rose color, the bottom a bit on the pouted side. They are fairly long in length, and when she smiles they reveal her fairly straight teeth and her dimples. She usually wears very light makeup, some blush and lip gloss with a bit of smoky eyeshadow maybe.
Whatever she wears is generally as flattering or simple as she pleases. For the most part it's nothing over the top. Sure, she is a fan of long skirts, lacy blouses, and stuff like that. However she also likes jeans and tees. It all depends heavily on her mood and if she's feeling dressy or not.
All Those Funny Little Things
``Likes••
•• Dark Blue Anything
•• Unique Things
•• Being Herself
•• People who admit they are flawed
•• Anything considered food
•• Animals in general
•• Taking walks
•• Fencing
•• Poptarts
``Dislikes••
•• Sharks
•• Seafood
•• People who think they're perfect
•• Not having anything to do
•• The fact she never got to meet the Professor (she hears he was a great man)
•• Anyone who tries to disrupt peace for others
``Fears••
•• Never knowing what else is out in the universe.
•• Forever wandering the world, alone, and without anyone to keep her company.
``Habits••
•• Chewing on her necklaces whether she's thinking or just bored.
•• Munching on poptarts throughout the day because she can.
•• When interested in something she likes to general touch whatever it is.
``Overall Personality••
Ever is a lively and young woman, living life as she damn well pleases. She likes to be true to herself and never lies to herself, and tries not to lie to other people. Though this may cause people trouble sometimes, she does have enough sense to know when it might not be a good idea to talk about certain things. Ever is the type of girl who doesn't like to really mess with people and get in fights, which is strange considering she likes Fencing.
When it comes to people she comes of as being bubbly and it's true. Smiles, laughing, jokes, and more smiles. That is what Ever is made of. She likes hearing people tell stories, and likes interesting and truthful people. If they are strange to society;s standards than most likely she's apt to be naturally drawn to them, it's how she is. It's how she always was. She's fascinated by things that most people find disturbing, even as a child she was. Which means Ever is bound to walk up to someone with some kind of deformity and ask them if they wouldn't mind explaining if they could. Not to be mean, but because she really finds it interesting.
Ever is, to say the least, a strange cookie herself. She enjoys everything from laying half off her couch and watching TV upside down, to sitting at her desk typing, to walking threw a forest and taking in the sights. She's a weird one who likes weird things and it only seems natural to her. Ever is admittedly a bit of a flirt but only gives people attention if she likes them. Then again, isn't every girl?
What's Behind Us Is Gone
[/font][/center]``Family••
••Mother - Lisette Moore - Deceased
••Father - Maximilian Moore - 50 - Purifier
••Siblings - None
••2nd Cousin - Lucia Fahren Seraphina - 24 - Pyrokinetic
``History••
Born 21 years ago in a small hospital in Seattle, was Ever Moore. Her mother had some weird sense of humor, for her daughters first and last name together sounded like 'Evermore'. Sure, it was sweet and unique but result in the child getting teased a little as a child. But that was the future as far as Lisette was concerned, and right now she had a beautiful baby to take care of with the husband she loved dearly.
For years in this blind bliss, not knowing Max's thoughts on mutants and people who were different in his mind. The family raised their daughter to be a good girl, to behave herself and if need be learn to be as independent as possible. Her mother always gave the child her choices, always let the little girl know that being herself and true to her own nature was more important than to bending to other people's will. This would be the crushing factor to Lisette's life, it would end her youth 36 years in a sudden flash.
When Ever was 10 her father discovered that Lisette was, indeed, a mutant. He never even expected until he saw his wife healing one of Ever's wounds. It had been a secret between the two girls, just for safeties sake. You never really did know who you could trust. Max was clearly not impressed. He rushed to his gun cabinet, despising all things he never understood. Lisette was quickly gunned down, her powers not able to heal her - only others. It brought Ever's tiny mind to a grinding halt.
Her father, enraged that the child never told him, no longer wanted the little girl he had once thought of as a pure little angel. He dragged her to the truck, threw her inside and later disposed of the child at her cousin's house. After that, he disappeared. There is no real proof that he is a Purifier now, but Ever would never doubt that her father was one. In fact, she was almost certain he was.
From then onwards, Ever made a slow recovery from witnessing her mother's murder. By 15 she was normal again, though still strange. She and Lucia became close, very close. They shared a room together, Lucia drove her to school even after she graduated. They were friends and around the same time both girls began showing signs of being mutants. Lucia's mother wasn't all to shocked and instantly decided to help them find themselves in a way that would keep them safe.
After living with her cousin and second cousin, Ever finally found somewhere safe for mutants. Deciding it best to work there and live there, she requested a job from Xavier's and got one as a simple secretary that handled admissions and student registration. Ever was pleased with that and soon packed up her things. That was about a three days ago and she's arriving soon.
••Mother - Lisette Moore - Deceased
••Father - Maximilian Moore - 50 - Purifier
••Siblings - None
••2nd Cousin - Lucia Fahren Seraphina - 24 - Pyrokinetic
``History••
Born 21 years ago in a small hospital in Seattle, was Ever Moore. Her mother had some weird sense of humor, for her daughters first and last name together sounded like 'Evermore'. Sure, it was sweet and unique but result in the child getting teased a little as a child. But that was the future as far as Lisette was concerned, and right now she had a beautiful baby to take care of with the husband she loved dearly.
For years in this blind bliss, not knowing Max's thoughts on mutants and people who were different in his mind. The family raised their daughter to be a good girl, to behave herself and if need be learn to be as independent as possible. Her mother always gave the child her choices, always let the little girl know that being herself and true to her own nature was more important than to bending to other people's will. This would be the crushing factor to Lisette's life, it would end her youth 36 years in a sudden flash.
When Ever was 10 her father discovered that Lisette was, indeed, a mutant. He never even expected until he saw his wife healing one of Ever's wounds. It had been a secret between the two girls, just for safeties sake. You never really did know who you could trust. Max was clearly not impressed. He rushed to his gun cabinet, despising all things he never understood. Lisette was quickly gunned down, her powers not able to heal her - only others. It brought Ever's tiny mind to a grinding halt.
Her father, enraged that the child never told him, no longer wanted the little girl he had once thought of as a pure little angel. He dragged her to the truck, threw her inside and later disposed of the child at her cousin's house. After that, he disappeared. There is no real proof that he is a Purifier now, but Ever would never doubt that her father was one. In fact, she was almost certain he was.
From then onwards, Ever made a slow recovery from witnessing her mother's murder. By 15 she was normal again, though still strange. She and Lucia became close, very close. They shared a room together, Lucia drove her to school even after she graduated. They were friends and around the same time both girls began showing signs of being mutants. Lucia's mother wasn't all to shocked and instantly decided to help them find themselves in a way that would keep them safe.
After living with her cousin and second cousin, Ever finally found somewhere safe for mutants. Deciding it best to work there and live there, she requested a job from Xavier's and got one as a simple secretary that handled admissions and student registration. Ever was pleased with that and soon packed up her things. That was about a three days ago and she's arriving soon.
Behind That Mask
[/font][/center]``Alias••
Mouse
``Age••
Ninteen
``Experience••
Something between seven and nine years.
``Password••
Hard Times Ahead
``Password••
No More Mutants
``Roleplay Sample••
This place was so new to him, so different from Ireland. He was kind of used to fairly cloudy weather, and used to rain. But he was also used to rolling and beautiful expanses of farmland and beautiful green hills. He was used to the old ruins of castles and ancient houses. Teige was out of his element here, he was alone, he was tired and he wanted to sing his heart out. He was lonesome, he wanted to feel alive again and that was singing did for him. It lifted his spirits, brought forth thoughts of happiness and better days. So far from home, he wanted to grab a phone and call his mother and father to hear their voices, to talk to his brother and tell his little shadow not to fret he'd be home every vacation.
So, when he first made it to Spencer's he forgot about finding the dorm he was going to be shoved into, he forgot about put his baggage (a simple footlocker on wheels and a duffel bag) away and just wandered. The teacher had informed him that the classes were on the first floor. It was Sunday, so he assumed there were no classes, it only took a peak inside one of them to show he was indeed right. The classes were vacant expanses of rows of high setting chairs set up in a simple and space-saving stairway manner. He liked it, to be sure. It would make not being able to see the board less of a problem. Being fairly short and all that meant he'd have to either get the furthest back possible or the very front row so as not to get people's heads in his way.
The young man had wandered to several doors, reading the plaques that told him whose class or what class it was. When he read 'Music', his dark eyes lit up and he pushed the door open, slipping into the empty room. Pushing his footlocker to one side and dumping his duffel bag on top of the trunk. Carefully he moved towards a piano. There was only one song he really knew how to play and it had taken something close to three years to learn, piano was kind of hard for someone with hardly any hand-eye coordination. But, he had learned it full and was more than happy when he sat at the bench and carefully revealed the beautiful ebony and ivory keys that lay before.
Notes began to drift through the air as the boy inches forward a little and drew in a deep and cleansing breathe. He hadn't gotten a chance to sing in at least a day. Well, that was a lie. A child on the plane had gotten unruly when told to nap and he offered to lull the child to sleep, as he done many times with his little brother. The child hushed, as did several others, and soon drifted into a happy little sleep. But, that hardly counted it was just a simple singing of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star in Irish Gaelic. No big deal, right? He didn't think so.
Softly, slowly, his voice rose up to mix with gentle sound of the piano. It filled the air, swirled around him and filled him with joy. His tense muscles from the jet lag began to relax and his stomach calmed. A gentle smile seemed to crease his lips as he sang out, a sad and sorrowful song.
"Like a bird without wings
That longs to be flying,
Like a motherless child
Left lonely and crying.
Like a song without words,
Like a world without music,
I wouldn’t know what to do
I’d be lost without you
Watchin’ over me.
I get so lonely, when you’re away
I count every moment, I wait every day,
Until you’re home again
And hug me so tight
That’s when I know
Everything is alright."
The young man paused for a second, playing the melodious piece of music that came in at this moment, a small break to catch his breathe. His dark eyes wandered across the room as he tried to take in some of it's handsome features. He noticed how clean and prestigious it looked. He noted on the board something about Chorus practice and sign-ups, knowing he would soon be joining those ranks. Then, he turned his eyes skyward and sang on, having taken the right amount of time to breathe and gather his wits.
"Like a bird without wings
That longs to be flying,
Like a motherless child
Left lonely and crying.
Like a song without words
Like a world without music,
I wouldn’t know what to do
I’d be lost without you
Watchin’ over me.
You’re my guardian angel
My light and my guide
Your hand on my shoulder
And you by my side.
You make everything beautiful,
You make me complete.
Everything in my world
I lay at your feet.."
Yet again a sweet little pause in the lyrics swept into the room as his voice died for a moment or two. He was breathing, relaxing, living. The entire time his fingers waltzed across the clean and cool surface of the keys. Dark eyes closed for a second as that curl in his lips grew larger and happier, eyes opening to reveal them twinkling with delight. He already felt ten times better than he had to begin with. This was what he needed, relaxation in the form he knew best. He needed to finish the song though, and took a gentle deep breathe to continue.
"
Like a church with no steeple,
Where a bell never rings.
In a town without people,
Where no voice in the choir ever sings.
If a boat on the ocean
Would be lost with no sail,
Then without your devotion
Surely all that I dreamed of would fail.
Like a song without words
Like a world without music,
I wouldn’t know what to do
I’d be lost without you
Watchin’ over me
I wouldn’t know what to do
I’d be lost without you
Watchin’ over me"
The young man smiled beautifully when the piece came to an end. His fingers slipped off the final keys, and laughed gently as he slowly moved to stand up. Everything seemed so much brighter now, he was more energized now than he was before. Teige felt so much better as he stood up from the piano, patting down his simple jeans and tugging at the hem of the white shirt with the large green shamrock on the back.[/blockquote]
