Post by Krepta on Feb 1, 2013 10:37:24 GMT -5
Player: Themascura
Cannon or your own: My own
Civilian Identity: Sandra Roberts
Codename: The High Priestess
Nicknames: Sandy, Ms. Roberts, priestess, Saint Sandra
Gender: Female
Apparent age: Mid to late thirties
Age: 26 years
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Blue
Height and weight: 5’4’’ 100lbs
Appearance: Willowy and petite, with dark brown hair that falls to the middle of her back and is kept straight and usually unembellished. She has large dark blue eyes, thick dark lashes and an upturned nose. Her face is heart-shaped, with a pointed chin and high cheekbones. There is a spattering of freckles across her now pale skin, which was a typical tan before her death.
She likes to wear washed out greens and browns, along with oranges and yellows, typically in the form of sweaters, skirts or slacks. Around the club she chooses the typical loose-fitting flapper dress, with a matching cloche in similar colors. She tends to avoid jewelry, especially ostentatious jewelry.
Empathy- Sandra is a fairly powerful empath, and can pick up on strong emotions from half a mile away, further if she is close or very familiar with the originator. She can also pick up emotional residue left in an area, much akin to seeing spirits emotionally.
Healing- Sandra possesses a weak healing ability. Before she entered the nexus she was going to school to become a nurse practitioner, and had almost completed her training, this boosts her ability. She can sense the origin of most illnesses and injuries, and thus can diagnose most ailments without mucking around with tests before hand.
Venom- From her Sire Sandra received the ability to produce three different types of venom, one that paralysis, one that numbs and one that causes unconsciousness.
Origin of Abilities: Both of these abilities were present before Sandra’s ‘accident’, but were much weaker. Since her turning both of these abilities have been amplified.
Weaknesses: Actively using either of her abilities will slowly drain Sandra’s energy. Due to the strength of her empathy, it will drain her more quickly than her healing ability.
Because her turning was incomplete, she isn’t as fast or as strong as your average vampire. Lack of feeding, though she does not have to feed as often as a full-blood, will eventually put her into a catatonic state and will also render her… well, dry… during which time she is vulnerable to fire.
Personality: Some of her favorite places are libraries and gardens. She can often be caught in deep contemplation, staring off into the distance. The young healer also enjoys being up and about in the very early hours of the morning, typically just after daybreak. She is not particularly brave, but can and will put herself in harms way to protect another person.
Like most people raised in the seventies, she is very outspoken about social inequalities, or anything she sees as bullying. She is also very attentive to climate and animal issues.
Sandra, perhaps as a result of her empathy, is a very caring individual. She likes to take care of people and animals, especially if they are sick or injured. She also enjoys music, but can’t dance at all.
Sandra was born the second child of three children. From the start she was a bright child, but tended to fade into the background between her charismatic siblings. While both her younger and older sisters were blonde and blue eyed, Sandra was born with much darker brown hair. She did well, but not exceptionally so at school. Hers was the typical late sixties childhood, complete with dog, cousins and friendly neighbors.
During high school she was neither popular nor unpopular, getting invited to her prom and homecoming and other mostly uneventful teenage activities. Her father, a banker, had more than enough funds to send her to college, and with good grades she got into a respected nursing school. Her roommate was a quiet, studious young woman like herself, and the two didn’t have much interaction.
One night, as Sandra was walking home from the library on campus, she heard a strange rustling in the bushes. She stopped, curious, imagining nothing worse than a cat, or perhaps a small dog. What leaped from the bushes, all gleaming teeth and flashing eyes was neither. It attacked Sandra, sinking its fangs deep into her shoulder.
Sandra screamed and whirled away from the creature, leaving a small chunk of her shoulder behind in its jaws. She ran, adrenaline driving her toward the small but busy road that split the campus. She reached the edge of the road by some miracle, but stumbled at the edge. She could feel the cold breath of her pursuer at her back, but she could see a bright pair of lights blotting out the night, swiftly growing nearer. She threw herself forward, feeling the bite of claws or fangs tearing at her sweater.
Just seconds from salvation, she felt her leaden feet catch the edge of the road. Suddenly her forward motion was not only forward, but also down. As the warm amber lights enveloped her, and the roar of the engine overwhelmed all other sound, she could feel the car and the road both inches away, both seeming to pull at her.
Her senses frayed. She lost consciousness.
She woke to the cool tickle of grass against her cheek. The scent of blood and asphalt had been replaced with the sweet smell of rain. Her shoulder and side felt sticky, but her clothes were soaked with something other than blood. Around her mist crawled along the ground, tendrils of it crawling over and under every plant and rock. She was dizzy, sickeningly so, and everything was cold.
A man slid out of the silken mists like the lady of the lake emerging from the water. He bent down over her, observing the wound on her shoulder and the blood soaked into the grass around her.
He smiled and passed a hand over her wounds, and where his hand passed the flesh knit itself back together, leaving only a faint pinkness of the skin where once bone and muscle had shown. She smiled back at him, her eyelids heavy with fatigue. He whispered something to her, and the darkness rose up to swallow her.
She awoke a second time, still soaked, but now lying on a warm- if hard- surface, with a very confused man in a pinstripe suit looking down at her water-logged and bloody self. After helping her down off the bar the man introduced himself as Steele, and asked her when- not where- she came from. After all their information had been shared, and Sandra found out what the nexus was all about, she came to the decision that she wanted to stay, at least for a while, and help the unfortunates that came through the portal. Her heart bled for the men and women ripped from their homes, their worlds, and even their own times. Besides, she had jumped forty years into the past. She, with her new abilities, cold wait and one day explain to her parents what had happened to her.
After her decision she quickly adjusted to the club’s coming and goings, attempting to ignore the dark side of the business and focus on the good the speakeasy did instead. This, along with her healing abilities and empathy, earned her the position of the Priestess.
Criminal Record: None
Cannon or your own: My own
Civilian Identity: Sandra Roberts
Codename: The High Priestess
Nicknames: Sandy, Ms. Roberts, priestess, Saint Sandra
Gender: Female
Apparent age: Mid to late thirties
Age: 26 years
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Blue
Height and weight: 5’4’’ 100lbs
Appearance: Willowy and petite, with dark brown hair that falls to the middle of her back and is kept straight and usually unembellished. She has large dark blue eyes, thick dark lashes and an upturned nose. Her face is heart-shaped, with a pointed chin and high cheekbones. There is a spattering of freckles across her now pale skin, which was a typical tan before her death.
She likes to wear washed out greens and browns, along with oranges and yellows, typically in the form of sweaters, skirts or slacks. Around the club she chooses the typical loose-fitting flapper dress, with a matching cloche in similar colors. She tends to avoid jewelry, especially ostentatious jewelry.
Abilities
Empathy- Sandra is a fairly powerful empath, and can pick up on strong emotions from half a mile away, further if she is close or very familiar with the originator. She can also pick up emotional residue left in an area, much akin to seeing spirits emotionally.
Healing- Sandra possesses a weak healing ability. Before she entered the nexus she was going to school to become a nurse practitioner, and had almost completed her training, this boosts her ability. She can sense the origin of most illnesses and injuries, and thus can diagnose most ailments without mucking around with tests before hand.
Venom- From her Sire Sandra received the ability to produce three different types of venom, one that paralysis, one that numbs and one that causes unconsciousness.
Origin of Abilities: Both of these abilities were present before Sandra’s ‘accident’, but were much weaker. Since her turning both of these abilities have been amplified.
Weaknesses: Actively using either of her abilities will slowly drain Sandra’s energy. Due to the strength of her empathy, it will drain her more quickly than her healing ability.
Because her turning was incomplete, she isn’t as fast or as strong as your average vampire. Lack of feeding, though she does not have to feed as often as a full-blood, will eventually put her into a catatonic state and will also render her… well, dry… during which time she is vulnerable to fire.
Personality: Some of her favorite places are libraries and gardens. She can often be caught in deep contemplation, staring off into the distance. The young healer also enjoys being up and about in the very early hours of the morning, typically just after daybreak. She is not particularly brave, but can and will put herself in harms way to protect another person.
Like most people raised in the seventies, she is very outspoken about social inequalities, or anything she sees as bullying. She is also very attentive to climate and animal issues.
Sandra, perhaps as a result of her empathy, is a very caring individual. She likes to take care of people and animals, especially if they are sick or injured. She also enjoys music, but can’t dance at all.
Background
Sandra was born the second child of three children. From the start she was a bright child, but tended to fade into the background between her charismatic siblings. While both her younger and older sisters were blonde and blue eyed, Sandra was born with much darker brown hair. She did well, but not exceptionally so at school. Hers was the typical late sixties childhood, complete with dog, cousins and friendly neighbors.
During high school she was neither popular nor unpopular, getting invited to her prom and homecoming and other mostly uneventful teenage activities. Her father, a banker, had more than enough funds to send her to college, and with good grades she got into a respected nursing school. Her roommate was a quiet, studious young woman like herself, and the two didn’t have much interaction.
One night, as Sandra was walking home from the library on campus, she heard a strange rustling in the bushes. She stopped, curious, imagining nothing worse than a cat, or perhaps a small dog. What leaped from the bushes, all gleaming teeth and flashing eyes was neither. It attacked Sandra, sinking its fangs deep into her shoulder.
Sandra screamed and whirled away from the creature, leaving a small chunk of her shoulder behind in its jaws. She ran, adrenaline driving her toward the small but busy road that split the campus. She reached the edge of the road by some miracle, but stumbled at the edge. She could feel the cold breath of her pursuer at her back, but she could see a bright pair of lights blotting out the night, swiftly growing nearer. She threw herself forward, feeling the bite of claws or fangs tearing at her sweater.
Just seconds from salvation, she felt her leaden feet catch the edge of the road. Suddenly her forward motion was not only forward, but also down. As the warm amber lights enveloped her, and the roar of the engine overwhelmed all other sound, she could feel the car and the road both inches away, both seeming to pull at her.
Her senses frayed. She lost consciousness.
She woke to the cool tickle of grass against her cheek. The scent of blood and asphalt had been replaced with the sweet smell of rain. Her shoulder and side felt sticky, but her clothes were soaked with something other than blood. Around her mist crawled along the ground, tendrils of it crawling over and under every plant and rock. She was dizzy, sickeningly so, and everything was cold.
A man slid out of the silken mists like the lady of the lake emerging from the water. He bent down over her, observing the wound on her shoulder and the blood soaked into the grass around her.
He smiled and passed a hand over her wounds, and where his hand passed the flesh knit itself back together, leaving only a faint pinkness of the skin where once bone and muscle had shown. She smiled back at him, her eyelids heavy with fatigue. He whispered something to her, and the darkness rose up to swallow her.
She awoke a second time, still soaked, but now lying on a warm- if hard- surface, with a very confused man in a pinstripe suit looking down at her water-logged and bloody self. After helping her down off the bar the man introduced himself as Steele, and asked her when- not where- she came from. After all their information had been shared, and Sandra found out what the nexus was all about, she came to the decision that she wanted to stay, at least for a while, and help the unfortunates that came through the portal. Her heart bled for the men and women ripped from their homes, their worlds, and even their own times. Besides, she had jumped forty years into the past. She, with her new abilities, cold wait and one day explain to her parents what had happened to her.
After her decision she quickly adjusted to the club’s coming and goings, attempting to ignore the dark side of the business and focus on the good the speakeasy did instead. This, along with her healing abilities and empathy, earned her the position of the Priestess.
Criminal Record: None