Just a small announcement that I have a new character on my website. This one is a young woman modeled on Barbara Nedljakova (the chick from Hostel) . See, on the site we have several “elite” groups. One is the Cabal (a sorcerer-run organized crime organization) of which I am the head. One is the Pack (a werewolf surrogate family) of which I am a member with a Will Smith-based werewolf. Finally is the Coven, of which until tonight I was not a member. It is the Pack equivalent for witches. So tonight the girl that runs the Coven asked me to join. For your entertainment, here is my girl…
Name: Elicia Moran
Nickname: {some cool street-sounding nickname}
Profession: Officially, none. She does what she has to to get by. A little begging, a little thievery, odd jobs here and there. Nothing to tie her down to any one place too long.
Race: Witch (Coven)
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 120
Eye Color: A dark brown reminiscent of a good cup of coffee
Skin Color: Rather pale. She prefers to hide out during the day and move around at night
Hair Color: Chocolate
Distinguishing Marks: A scar down the length of one forearm from a street gang initiation ceremony. A tattoo on her right hip of XV3 with the words “La Vida Loca” underneath.
Age: 19
General Style of Dress or Appearance: She wears what she picks up as she goes. Mostly denim and sweats. She has a three year old pair of tennis shoes tat look like they could fall to pieces at any minute.
Relations: Her mom died when she was just eleven. She never knew her father or any other family members.
Friends: Friends are fleeting in her world. She makes alliances that help her out in her life on the streets. You have a place to live or a way to get some cash, she’s your pal.
Soulmate: Not in this lifetime anyway.
Talents/Special Abilities: The usual street fare: picking locks, lying well enough to fool the cops, and handling a knife well enough to defend herself. Her magical abilities are relatively weak and unpolished from lack of use and spending her first menses sleeping under a railroad bridge.
Personality traits: Closed off and untrusting. Years on the streets have left her trusting essentially nobody. She’s not likely to start with you. Somewhere under that gruff exterior is hiding a girl who just wants a home and the family taken away from her when her mom died.
Awareness: All she knows is that she’s a witch and her mom told her that if she gets a bad feeling from looking in a man’s eyes to get away as fast as possible.
Quote: “Who wants to know?”
Model: Barbara Nedeljakova
[img]http://www.celebsmoking.com/B_Nedejakova.jpg[/img]
History:
In the beginning it was her and her mother against the world. They never had much money, but they had each other, and that’s all Elicia ever thought she’d need. Then lung cancer took her mother when she was just eleven. With no father or other family to claim her, she was snapped up into the
New York foster care system. In the first house she was in for longer than three months she was well taken care of, but every night after the house had gone to sleep she got a visit from her foster father. Two months of that and she was out a window and into the streets of
Brooklyn.
Since that night, she’s been a wanderer, going wherever life takes her. She’s been a member of a gang or two along the way, mostly for protection purposes. Whenever the heat got too bad or she met someone interesting with a car she was gone to a new town and new life. None of those towns or lives have ever offered her anything but new trouble not all that different from wherever she last left.
Not quite ten years later she found herself living in an abandoned warehouse in
East L.A. selling drugs for the
18th Street
Gang under the protection of the neighborhood boss Humberto Garcia, better known as “El Chuchillo” or “Chuchi” for short. One night she was at Chuchi’s house relaxing and watching a Lakers game when the door was kicked in and three huge Cholos with Tek 9s started spraying the living room with gunfire. She was in the kitchen when it happened and managed to make it out the back door and into the alley. With Chuchi dead, her life in
L.A. was essentially forfeit. Two hours later found her on the first bus out of town, bound for some Washington ‘berg named
Moon
Bay.
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