Post by Clairice-Sarah on Apr 21, 2009 0:36:03 GMT -5
Name/Nickname:
Laurel Connery
Age:
22 as herself, old-aged in her banshee form
Gender:
Female
Height:
5'9"
Weight:
155 lbs
Alignment:
Neutral Good as herself. Definitely Chaotic Evil as a banshee, to be extremely specific.
Affliction:
Banshee. Unsure of alignment...it's uh, definitely not a vampire. Diamonds probably, though Club if we're going off of the basis of transforming.
Nationality:
Sooooooomewhere in North America. Caucasian.
Occupation:
Barista at a local coffee shop.
Skills and Abilities:
Human skills: decent enough barista. Very good employee. Some consider her to have a pretty good karaoke voice, as she spends a good deal of her time watching musicals, opera, and humming as she goes through her day. Otherwise, considers herself boring. Has a sixth sense about the presence of other monsters and religiously follows her gut instinct to avoid the cause of the feeling. Thinks she's a pretty damn good cook.
Banshee Skills: sharp claws and a strong voice. Screech can burst eardrums; the resulting shock has been known to cause heart failure. Physically very weak regardless, shies away from other monsters and anything non-human and large enough to harm her (such as dogs, vampires, trucks...)
Weaknesses:
Anything that hears isn't bothered by the frequency of her voice can overpower her. Laurel's banshee form is physically very weak despite sharp claws. As herself, Laurel is extremely anxiety-prone and has panic attacks to sharp noises. Such panic attacks have triggered her transformation in the past.
Relationships:
Parents and an older brother back home, a close friend that visits her in Bridgeport from time to time, her co-workers, and her ex-boyfriend back home whom she writes to frequently. She's sort of antisocial.
Personality:
Socially Laurel does okay. She likes to keep to herself but loves to be out doing things, and hates idle time. Since she was attacked, though, she's shied from intimate relationships and the dating scene. Which is extremely unfortunate. Considering she's a hopeless romantic.
Laurel shows no exterior habits that could connect to her ailment. She does, now, have an increasing interest in musicals and opera and, to some of her coworkers' dismay, hums or talks almost all the time. Despite this, though, she rarely lets anyone know when she's feeling under the weather, for the sake of getting along. Some might kill for her ease of transition to social situations. Laurel wishes someone would notice something is wrong with her and tell her how to fix it.
Appearance:
(Old - clairice-sarah.deviantart.com/art/Bridgeport-Laurel-Connery-99480495, New - www.unowen.net/tegaki/linktoentry.php?u=89327&e=942627)
If not for a generally kind smile, Laurel would usually intimidate many people. Tall and curvy, most people tend to assume she's far older than she is. Her clothing is pretty normal; jeans and nice shirts (usually long sleeved). During daylight hours and normal-ness, Laurel has a fairly healthy appearance and gets by well enough, considering how quiet Bridgeport is. However, knowing her own affliction and wondering why she was referred here, Laurel makes a very big point to not wander alone at night. Not only for the safety of others, but the safety of herself. She isn't quite ready to die.
Her other form is ghastly, almost hag-like in appearance. Her skin turns a sallow colour and her hair from caramel to dry flaxen. While her blue-grey eyes don't change in shape, they change in composition to something red and demonic. Accompanying her aging banshee appearance are claws and some wicked vocal chords. Until she shrieks, in this form she wanders on all fours like a cretin, shying away from other creatures. An instinctiveness that she isn't sure is human or savage, Laurel confronts only other humans. Accompanying her presence is often silence, until she straightens her crooked spine. After that, comes the wailing and screaming. When her 'lament' is finished, so to speak, she snakes back to shadows and has blackout episodes until she wakes up in her own home. Laurel usually only remembers fragments of what she's done, but hears about it on the news the next day. She always calls in sick to work after an attack.
Though a few of her transformations have been random, most have usually been triggered by sudden noise causing her to panic.
History:
Up until three years ago, Laurel lived a regular and boring life in another city. In February of her graduating year, while out with her then-boyfriend, the two came upon a figure in the snow. Revealing itself to be some sort of demented figure, it shrieked - leaving her boyfriend deaf, and putting her in the hospital for nearly a month. Upon her recovery, the two broke up and Laurel found herself the victim of panic attacks. They were usually in response to loud, sharp noises or sudden movements. Medication became increasingly uneffective as the panic attacks grew worse. Finally one night in May, Laurel had a panic attack in response to a car being noisy in the dead of night. She transformed into something similar to the banshee she had seen. With only a vague control over herself, she creeped to a house down the street and wailed to the couple living there. Both ended up losing their hearing as well. Traumatized by her crime, Laurel began to withdraw from all society.
She barely graduated and dismissed the idea of post-secondary. After several more attacks on people, Laurel attempted to confront her psychiatrist for a cure. Instead she was turned away and given a vague dismissal to a city called Bridgeport. With nothing but a small amount of savings and her belongings, she bid farewell to her family and left for the ambiguous city. Though not impressed at first, Laurel managed to find a job as a barista and lives on her own in a small studio apartment. She's been employed at the same place for about two years, now.
Anything Else:
Laurel drives a really, really, dreadfully old and beat up honda civic that likes to crap out on her errand days.
Laurel Connery
Age:
22 as herself, old-aged in her banshee form
Gender:
Female
Height:
5'9"
Weight:
155 lbs
Alignment:
Neutral Good as herself. Definitely Chaotic Evil as a banshee, to be extremely specific.
Affliction:
Banshee. Unsure of alignment...it's uh, definitely not a vampire. Diamonds probably, though Club if we're going off of the basis of transforming.
Nationality:
Sooooooomewhere in North America. Caucasian.
Occupation:
Barista at a local coffee shop.
Skills and Abilities:
Human skills: decent enough barista. Very good employee. Some consider her to have a pretty good karaoke voice, as she spends a good deal of her time watching musicals, opera, and humming as she goes through her day. Otherwise, considers herself boring. Has a sixth sense about the presence of other monsters and religiously follows her gut instinct to avoid the cause of the feeling. Thinks she's a pretty damn good cook.
Banshee Skills: sharp claws and a strong voice. Screech can burst eardrums; the resulting shock has been known to cause heart failure. Physically very weak regardless, shies away from other monsters and anything non-human and large enough to harm her (such as dogs, vampires, trucks...)
Weaknesses:
Anything that hears isn't bothered by the frequency of her voice can overpower her. Laurel's banshee form is physically very weak despite sharp claws. As herself, Laurel is extremely anxiety-prone and has panic attacks to sharp noises. Such panic attacks have triggered her transformation in the past.
Relationships:
Parents and an older brother back home, a close friend that visits her in Bridgeport from time to time, her co-workers, and her ex-boyfriend back home whom she writes to frequently. She's sort of antisocial.
Personality:
Socially Laurel does okay. She likes to keep to herself but loves to be out doing things, and hates idle time. Since she was attacked, though, she's shied from intimate relationships and the dating scene. Which is extremely unfortunate. Considering she's a hopeless romantic.
Laurel shows no exterior habits that could connect to her ailment. She does, now, have an increasing interest in musicals and opera and, to some of her coworkers' dismay, hums or talks almost all the time. Despite this, though, she rarely lets anyone know when she's feeling under the weather, for the sake of getting along. Some might kill for her ease of transition to social situations. Laurel wishes someone would notice something is wrong with her and tell her how to fix it.
Appearance:
(Old - clairice-sarah.deviantart.com/art/Bridgeport-Laurel-Connery-99480495, New - www.unowen.net/tegaki/linktoentry.php?u=89327&e=942627)
If not for a generally kind smile, Laurel would usually intimidate many people. Tall and curvy, most people tend to assume she's far older than she is. Her clothing is pretty normal; jeans and nice shirts (usually long sleeved). During daylight hours and normal-ness, Laurel has a fairly healthy appearance and gets by well enough, considering how quiet Bridgeport is. However, knowing her own affliction and wondering why she was referred here, Laurel makes a very big point to not wander alone at night. Not only for the safety of others, but the safety of herself. She isn't quite ready to die.
Her other form is ghastly, almost hag-like in appearance. Her skin turns a sallow colour and her hair from caramel to dry flaxen. While her blue-grey eyes don't change in shape, they change in composition to something red and demonic. Accompanying her aging banshee appearance are claws and some wicked vocal chords. Until she shrieks, in this form she wanders on all fours like a cretin, shying away from other creatures. An instinctiveness that she isn't sure is human or savage, Laurel confronts only other humans. Accompanying her presence is often silence, until she straightens her crooked spine. After that, comes the wailing and screaming. When her 'lament' is finished, so to speak, she snakes back to shadows and has blackout episodes until she wakes up in her own home. Laurel usually only remembers fragments of what she's done, but hears about it on the news the next day. She always calls in sick to work after an attack.
Though a few of her transformations have been random, most have usually been triggered by sudden noise causing her to panic.
History:
Up until three years ago, Laurel lived a regular and boring life in another city. In February of her graduating year, while out with her then-boyfriend, the two came upon a figure in the snow. Revealing itself to be some sort of demented figure, it shrieked - leaving her boyfriend deaf, and putting her in the hospital for nearly a month. Upon her recovery, the two broke up and Laurel found herself the victim of panic attacks. They were usually in response to loud, sharp noises or sudden movements. Medication became increasingly uneffective as the panic attacks grew worse. Finally one night in May, Laurel had a panic attack in response to a car being noisy in the dead of night. She transformed into something similar to the banshee she had seen. With only a vague control over herself, she creeped to a house down the street and wailed to the couple living there. Both ended up losing their hearing as well. Traumatized by her crime, Laurel began to withdraw from all society.
She barely graduated and dismissed the idea of post-secondary. After several more attacks on people, Laurel attempted to confront her psychiatrist for a cure. Instead she was turned away and given a vague dismissal to a city called Bridgeport. With nothing but a small amount of savings and her belongings, she bid farewell to her family and left for the ambiguous city. Though not impressed at first, Laurel managed to find a job as a barista and lives on her own in a small studio apartment. She's been employed at the same place for about two years, now.
Anything Else:
Laurel drives a really, really, dreadfully old and beat up honda civic that likes to crap out on her errand days.