Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 22:04:09 GMT -5
NERA averil HOLLOW
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Fear of a Name, Only Increases The Fear Of The Thing Itself
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Fear of a Name, Only Increases The Fear Of The Thing Itself
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Character Name: Nera Averil Hollow
Aliases: Jamie Clark, Kristen O’Connell, Katherine Grey, Michelle Turner, Anne O. Namys, Medea Solange, ERiS
Character Age: 26 (or thereabouts)
Education Background: Salem Graduate
Job: Tattooer at Chaos Ink
Wand: 13", Dogwood, Crushed Doxy Wing Core
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Sexy people are sexy
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He can run faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo
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He can run faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo
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Play-By: Leanne James
Hair Shade: Orangey Ginger
Hair Style: Long, layered, generally worn curled
Eye Color: Sharp green
Build: Slight but curvy
Dressing Style: Sexy.
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Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
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Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
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Likes:
+Thinking up new names and identities
+Shopping
+Making up stories
+Macabre
+Tattooing
Dislikes:
-Foster Care System
-Hollywood
-Authority
-Male chauvinistic pigs
-The police
Strengths:
+Sneaky
+Witty
+Intelligent
+Dancing
+Tattooing
+Street Smart
Weaknesses:
-Sparrow
-Closed off to people
-Harsh
-Mouthy
-Obeying authority
Overall Personality: In short, Nera is a bitch. She’s seen the very worst of people; she’s seen the very best of people. In her opinion, the worse come around a helluva lot more often than the good. She grew up in the system, being tossed from family to family, she really never had a stable home. She learned to depend on herself, because she was the only one who could be trusted.
That’s not to say Nera hasn’t made friends, she can be a generally friendly person. If she likes you, you’re golden. If she doesn’t like you; believe me. You would know. She has no qualms with telling people what’s on her mind, or what she thinks about them. She’s painfully truthful, and most of the times she doesn’t really care whose feelings get hurt in the process. Nera is incredibly sassy. Sarcastic, cheeky, and brazen, she thrives off of getting a rouse out of someone.
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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
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Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Others: Several foster parents; ex-girlfriend/good friend Sparrow Faust
Birth Place: Los Angeles, California
Current Residence: Manhattan, New York
Overall History:
Nera doesn’t know the day she was born. She doesn’t know who her parents are. She doesn’t know where she’s from, or how she got to the doorsteps of the Los Angeles Police Department those twenty-six years ago. Nera was a nobody.
For as long as she could remember, Nera grew up in the foster system, being bounced from family to family. Every house was the same. It started out nice. Like Nera was a shiny new toy. They’d pick out a new name for her, dress her in nice new clothes, and play with her like she was a doll. But after awhile the shiny new toy would grow old and outdated. They would find things they didn’t like with the toy. They would need a new one. A better one. So back Nera would go, until the next cycle came around.
After around ten families, Nera lost count of how many names she went through. Soon she would respond to anything anyone called out, thinking it could’ve been her. Jamie, Kristen, Katherine, Michelle, the list goes on. All things her foster families called her. It made her feel so… Worthless. To think she wasn’t important enough to have a name all for her own.
It wasn’t until Nera got her acceptance letter to the Salem Academy of Magic that she felt like she truly belonged somewhere. Finally, some pieces were falling together. She readily accepted her newfound magical abilities; it explained all of the strange things that happened around her when she would get mad or upset. It was too fitting not to be true. If it wasn’t true… She would have nothing left.
Nera arrived at Salem, fresh-faced and all too ecstatic under her new assumed identity, Anne O. Namys (she always had a fancy for the sarcastic side of life). It was at Salem Nera finally felt at home. She loved the people there, their stories, their face. It was all so wonderful. But her first summer was fast approaching, and Nera was terrified of what would come when it was time to leave her beloved school.
It was over that time period, however, that Nera came to know “The Old Man”, (as she so affectionately called him) the owner of The Laughing Gnome in Hawthorne Village. Over her year, spending all her free time at the pub, Nera grew to love the old man almost like a father. She shared her story with him, and all of her worries and troubles. It wasn’t until there was only a month left of school (and Nera had completely kissed her chances of freedom goodbye) that the old man offered Nera room and board at the pub, in exchange for her work. She jumped on the offer, and lived there through her years of Salem.
After Nera graduated Salem she underwent another identity change. After moving out of The Laughing Gnome, and moving back to her home city in Hollywood, she now went by the alias Medea Solange (Medea, of Greek mythology, was a witch who left dead bodies in her wake, Solange, meaning ‘solemn’; remember, she has a flair for the dramatics). Nera arrived in Hollywood, ecstatic for what the city might hold for her now that she was older. She was free. She could roam, and do, and be anything she wanted. It was exciting.
Her first couple of nights in her beloved city were amazing, but she quickly found she was in need of a job. After another several nights, Nera was desperate. She couldn’t go back to the pub, shameful of not being able to make it on her own. She had to make it out here. Otherwise she left the old man for nothing. One dreary night, looking for shelter, Nera stumbled her way into the safety of a nearby club. Once inside, she found her found her best dream and her worst nightmare. Nera had stumbled into a strip club.
She knew she needed the money, but hated what she had to do. Turning back was no option. Just for a little while, she would tell herself, just until she had enough money to get on her feet. Nera approached the owner of the club and pleaded for a job. The words barely escaped her mouth before she was given a “You start Monday.”
It was here Nera assumed the simple stage name of ERiS (Goddess of discord and chaos. Fitting, she thought). During this time Nera met her soon-to-be girlfriend, Sparrow Faust. She remembered Sparrow from school, a rich kid with a snobby brother, but there was something different about Sparrow. Something… Daring. And Nera found she was quite enthralled by the beauty. She had to know more.
The two became quick friends, and eventually started dating. Nera found that Sparrow hated being so dependent on her filthy rich family, and the two devised a scheme that Mrs. Faust would never forget. They dyed Sparrow’s hair a beautiful cherry red, went out and got her all tatted up, and went to her house for an Easter dinner with the family. Nera was quite positive that Mrs. Faust about had a stroke. She chased the couple out, both of them cackling all the way.
Sparrow and Nera knew what the repercussions would be from their stint. Her mother completely cut Sparrow off, as was expected, and Nera gladly took in her girlfriend. The two happily lived together for quite some time, but as the year went on, they grew apart romantically. Figuring it was better to just be friends, the two went their separate ways. From what Nera had heard, Sparrow took over the pub back home, and was living a pretty good life there. Her dad had still even accepted her, and given her a BMW for Christmas or something.
It would be a couple of years before Nera would see that face again. What was supposed to be a temporary job at the strip club, turned into something of a career. What was originally supposed to be a job for a few weeks, maybe months, turned into a few years. Nera was good at what she did, and it was good money. And as much as she didn’t enjoy the assholes that showed up to the club, she had fun dancing. The spotlight was on her. She was important.
One day working in the club, a group of familiar faces walked in, one of which was Sparrow. Ashamed, Nera quickly left the stage, in hopes that her ex-flame didn't notice her, but she was too late. Nera had almost made it out before she was stopped by a concerned Sparrow. After sobbing her eyes out and telling her everything, Sparrow offered to help get Nera a job at the tattoo shop where she worked. Sparrow remembered Nera was a talented artist; she spent nearly all of her off time at the pub drawing and designing new things. Why she had never considered it a career before, she never knew. Nera jumped at the chance for change.
Nera moved with Sparrow to Manhattan, where she worked as an apprentice under the woman at Chaos Ink. Here, she assumed her most recent identity, Nera Averil Hollow. (Nera is Lithuanian for ‘there is none’. Name: Nera. There isn’t a name… Well, at least she thought it was clever)
Nera’s been living in her own little one bedroom apartment for a little over a year now. Now that she’s gotten herself cleaned up from all the slime and scum that was Hollywood, she feels great. Nera couldn’t be happier.
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Curiosity is not a sin.... But we should exercise caution with our curiosity... yes, indeed.
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Curiosity is not a sin.... But we should exercise caution with our curiosity... yes, indeed.
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Alias: Aspen
Age: 19
Code: ADMIN EDIT