Nallie DeClaire

[attr="class","apptop"]name: [attr="class","appanswer"] Nallie DeClaire [attr="class","apptop"]age: [attr="class","appanswer"] 21 [attr="class","apptop"]birthday: [attr="class","appanswer"] November 19,1998 [attr="class","apptop"]sexuality: [attr="class","appanswer"] Bisexual [attr="class","apptop"]realm: [attr="class","appanswer"] Blue [attr="class","apptop"]power: [attr="class","appanswer"] Siren [attr="class","apptop"]play by: [attr="class","appanswer"] Rosie Tupper [attr="class","apptop"]roleplayer: [attr="class","appanswer"] Rachel

[PTabbedContent] [PTab=POWER] [attr="class","appcon"]Abilities: Voice Amplification (Vocal Abuse), infatuation. [attr="class","appcon"]Explanation of Power: When people first meet me, they notice something odd. They can't quite place their finger on it because I try to hide it, but its there and they notice. The fact that normal people notice scares me, because what will nonhumans feel when they see me? They wonder and wonder. Then they ask me if they've seen me before. I tell them no. A simple two lettered word, "no". But that stops all their wondering. Suddenly they become unable to speak, to think about anything but me. That is because I am a Siren. My voice makes humans weak at the knees, makes them fall over themselves and think about me for hours after I escaped them. On other nonhumans, the effect is not as strong, but it's still there. Which is why this new world that I've discovered outside of my old home has become my haven. It is the only place where I can speak... occasionally. A side-effect of being a siren, which perhaps more dangerous because I cant control it at all, is that I can manipulate my voice to cause pain instead of infatuation. It has some fancy name, but I prefer to call it vocal abuse. I happened upon it accidentally when I became enraged at a human. Long story short, his ears bled. Vocal amplification, that's it. While I'm speaking my voice will also make high pitched sounds that you can't ear, but you can feel. I have only used it several other times since and those were also accidental. My voice is a curse, not a blessing. [attr="class","appcon"]Ubeity: [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=APPEARANCE] [attr="class","appcon"]Height: 5'7" [attr="class","appcon"]Hair Color: Strawberry Blonde [attr="class","appcon"]Eye color: Dark Blue [attr="class","appcon"]Play By: Rosie Tupper [attr="class","appcon"]Voice: www.youtube.com/channel/UCecIwzVSKzV84VBHCwPAb6w [attr="class","appcon"]General Appearance: I know who I am. I'm Nallie, pronounced Noll-e. Yeah, it's weird. No, it doesn't have some interesting backstory, don't try to give it one. It's not a nickname, it wasn't a relative's name, it has no significance. It is just Nallie, go it? My last name is a little less annoying; DeClarie. Simple, to the point, french. Yeah, the problem is that I'm not french, I'm Irish. Oh well. I'm around 5'8". Not particularly extraordinary. I have strawberry blonde hair, although I like to think its more blonde. My eyes are dark blue, so dark that they are nearly black. They're like dark jeans and they're probably the most extraordinary physical part of me. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=PERSONALITY] [attr="class","appcon"]Likes: The ocean, music, singing, watching people, listening. [attr="class","appcon"]Dislikes: Sharing, her power, public speaking, the spotlight, blood, shadows, nightmares, questions. [attr="class","appcon"]General Personality: No one can imagine how I felt when I went from being so loved and made safe by my parents to suddenly realizing that, not only was the world around me slowly crumbling, so was my facade of a life. They didn't really love me, if I wasn't what I am I'm fairly sure they would've hated me for putting them in the danger that I did by being a Siren. Maybe they would have even killed me. And who knows what will happen to me here? Everyone may call me withdrawn, snooty, or brooding, but my ignorance of them is for their own good. I can't hurt anyone else, I won't hurt anyone else, I refuse. I tend to gravitate toward the heartless and uncaring because around them I can talk, unfortunately they don't usually care to listen. There are good parts of me...and bad parts. I really care about people, I’m trustworthy and supportive, and I can be strong for others. I’m also withdrawn, afraid of bonding, fiercely overprotective and I have a terrible ability to hold grudges. I think the bad and the good balance somewhere in there. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=HISTORY] [attr="class","appcon"]Family: Steven DeClaire(deceased) and Kathy DeClaire(deceased) [attr="class","appcon"]History: I grew up with regular humans. Neither my father nor my mother appeared to be anything more extraordinary than plain humans. They were the kind of perfect parents you read about in books. We had the house, the white picket fence, the whole deal, except for the kids. There was only one child in our house. In the most terrible irony that I've encountered in my life, I turned out to be the one exception to their perfect life even if they didn't know it yet. When I was little, my parents loved me from the moment I spoke( I wonder why?). I was their only child, a prodigy, their little angel, their everything. And they loved me unconditionally. Soon though, that love became obsession. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere without them. Everyone loved me, but I wasn't allowed to have friends. Still, so many tried. Boys found themselves in love with me at the age of nine. Girls followed me around like I was some celebrity. Even other adults treated me like a goddess. I started to think that maybe there was something else going on. And I, well, started to experiment with my abilities. I found out that people would do whatever I asked them, but only if it let them be closer to me. I found out that boys in particular were effected by me, but that everyone became infatuated when I spoke. At twelve, we started hearing stories about fantastical creatures. I can't remember exactly who told me or what book I read it in, but one of these stories involved a Siren. She was said to have destroyed an entire group of people just by making them fall in love with her. They would do anything she wanted and in the end she wanted them dead. That was the beginning of the end. At first, I thought this was great, I could get anything I wanted. Then I realized that all it meant was that all these people didn't actually love me. I became an angry person, that's where the vocal abuse began. That's also when I began to hate my parents. They didn't really love me, and they were obsessive and constantly hovering. And they probably weren't even my real parents or else one of them would have to be a Siren too, right? Their lies only further infuriated me. At the age of thirteen, I told my parents I hated them...they killed themselves. I ran away when I realized what I had done, who I had become. I found a place, one I thought could save the rest of the world from me and save me from myself. The moment I thought it would all work out though, my world came crashing down another time. Luckily I'm stronger now, braver, and I'll do anything I have to to get my life back. This wasn't my fault, but I will find a way to fix it. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}] [PTab=ROLEPLAY] Nallie stood in the center of the room already. Her strawberry-blonde hair swooped over her face, shadowing the soft features and dark blue eyes. She slowly tucked her hair behind her ears and faced the crowd. The attention that everyone gave her was not what made her nervous, she was used to people staring. What made her nervous was letting go, letting her gift become her. It wasn't something she could turn on and off, it was always there and the only way she could make it somewhat less noticeable was by weakening her voice. She prepared herself to unleash it, quietly asking for someone to demonstrate on. She assured them it wouldn't hurt, she could make it hurt but she didn't think they would want someone's ears to bleed. Of course a man volunteered. Nallie faced him. She felt the power build up and her confidence rise as she gave a mischievous smile. “Hello," it was one word, but the voice with which it was said gave it all the meaning in the world. The man's eyes widened, he leaned towards her. He was completely transfixed on her, falling in love. The rest of the room could feel it too. When they had their fill of the Siren Nallie let out a soft sigh with her other gift. Making most of the room wince and breaking the spell. Then she retreated back to her corner, waiting for their judgement. "Blue." Someone said. Okay, Nallie thought, I'm blue? Cool. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][/PTabbedContent={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}]