Post by sin on Jun 28, 2011 0:00:03 GMT
“If you are going through hell, keep going. Don’t stop you stupid person.”
Name: Lilith Testa
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Height: 5ft 3" / 160cm
Weight: 104 lbs / 47 kg
Appearance: Lilith is a rather unique looking individual. To some she is attractive; to others she is simply weird looking. She is a little smaller than most people, being 5ft 3 inches, and her body frame would be described as normal, if a little curvy.
Lilith’s most noticeable feature is her hair, which is a teal in colour that eases into golden tips which she has separated into two long flowing pony tails. It is this eccentricity which causes her to stand out in a crowd. It has also been the catalyst of unfriendly behaviour towards her, thus she has become quite defensively opinionated about her own looks, insistent that she cares little for the approval of others. Which of course most of the time is a ruse. But due to others problems with it she has become increasingly stubborn about keeping what was once an experiment.
Her eyes are a slightly bronzed brown, and are the kind of eyes that are very good at hiding the emotion behind them. It would take someone who knew her very well to be able to read her inner emotions from her eyes.
She often wears blues and faint greens, so as not to clash with her hair, which unfortunately seems to create problems for her dress code, restricting her to soft or neutral colours, and blue aside, absolutely no bright colours. Her standard attire often consists of skirts and sleeveless shirts with sandels for footwear. She also has a habit of keeping a pair of gloves on her, wearing them religiously for driving, sports, and fighting. She also has an undying weakness for dresses however, and on every formal occasion wears a long dress, often strapless.
Rank: 0 (One free rank up remaining)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Advent Affinity: Vaizard
Power Focus: Her Heart
Specialists:
- Martial Arts: Non-Specialist (Hand points remaining: 3)
- Armed Combat: Non-Specialist (Weapon points remaining: 3)
- Speed: Non-Specialist (Blitzens: 3)
- Advent: Master (Spirit points remaining: 1)
(Power points remaining: 2)
History:
A younger Lilith
"If you live long enough the only thing that is certain is you end up alone. I am 21 years old, but I’ve lived more than people who have lived a hundred years. It’s not the time that matters, it’s the person.
I was born with my twin sister, Abigail. Our parents were both spiritually gifted. Naturally the gift passed down to us. We lived as many families do. Our grandmother lived with us, my father was her youngest child and was left to care for her after grandpa died, I was only 4. He left me his lucky coin. Unfortunately grandma was very old and now senile, not really focusing on the present, apparently living long ago in the past, plagued by her guilt that her sister was lost in the war. She was trying to find her. According to dad she never did, and her sister probably like many back then did not survive. I always felt strongly for her, I could not imagine losing Abi to a war or anything at all.
Abi and i lead a double life, going to school as normal people do, but practising our spiritual powers when we were not. It was tough growing up like that, but it kept our family close together, and I often felt comforted I had abilities that set me aside from everyone else. As my powers grew as did I, I found myself less and less bothered by the trends of society. Me and Abi were always together so I never felt alone, and what did we care what the latest fashion or gizmo was? I could control water!
It was my coin that was my fullbring, or so dad said. He never really went into details, telling me that such things would unravel themselves when the time was right. Whatever that was supposed to mean. Abigail could coat her skin in ice. Later dad told us that people like us were not just born with powers. If we come into contact with special beings we are affected. As babies we were caught a bit too close in a battle between a ‘Shinigami’ and a ‘Hollow’. He wouldn’t tell me anything about the shinigami, whatever they were, but did tell us about the hollows, explaining that we must be prepared against them. Shinigami would not come after us, and were best avoided all together. He was very assertive of keeping anyway from all other spiritually powerful people , that that would only want to use us for their own ends.
When I turned 13 our family was attacked by a monster, a real hollow. It was mother who killed it. I remember sneaking out of bed with Abigail and listening to them talk one night. Something about our town being unwatched anymore. After that our training got much much harder. Abigail please them with her improvements but I just couldn’t develop like her.
“Draw it out” my mom kept telling me, but I didn’t get what she was talking about until it actually happened. The old man in the coin. He took me to a place unlike anything I’d ever been before, and said it was inside me. I still don’t get what he was talking about, but he shown me some really neat powers with the coin. After that I made my parents proud. It was then we split up, mom and dad would take one of us, alternating between us on patrols, telling us until someone shown up, it was up to us to protect everyone from the monsters. It was almost like a game. Until my first kill. Nothing wakes you up quite like that. Nothing could remind a person how serious fighting is like being told the ‘monster’ you killed was a person. Even if they do kill people, after learning that the thought of killing a hollow turns my stomach.
And then one day. I fainted. I woke up in a hospital bed, where my parents said I was sick. It was something special, not just a fever or a cold. I could leave, and move out and about, but I wasn’t going to get better. I remember everyone being so sad. But what could we do. We just did what we normally did, I anyway, tried not to think about it. Shortly afterward we were attacked by a particularly nasty hollow. Even mom and dad couldn’t finish him off. After he escaped he began a crusade against us. Sending hollow attacking up frequently. The battle attracted the attention of the Shinigami, but I don’t really remember them. For me the final battle has so many other important things. My parents died killing the hollow, Abigail and me barely fended off the other hollow who saw us only as a meal. The last thing I remember is a blur of black and my sister falling.
Again I woke up in a hospital bed. This time I hadn’t been out a few hours. It had been days. I felt different. Then I remembered what happened, in my hysteria the doctors sedated me. Then next time I came to the situation was explained to me. My family was dead. My sister had been internally wounded, and passed away a few days ago, shortly being she did so however she filled an organ donor application, and her heart was now beating inside me. No feeling has ever felt the same as learning that. She wrote a note. I kept it, and I still have it. I still can’t read more than the first 2 lines without crying.
My powers were gone. The shinigami it seems had a way of taking them away. I couldn’t sense anything anymore. I could not even cause a ripple in water anymore. I was left with my grandmother alone. We got benefits at least, but I was so alone. The world was hollow. The ground I walked upon felt like it was made of glass, and I can fall through at any moment. The darkness down there threatened to swallow me up forever…
Adjusting to a ‘normal’ life was painful. Without the reassurance of my powers anymore I felt obligated to follow social trends. Without my parents every holiday and birthday was a cold reminder of how I had gone from out end of what was ‘not normal’ to the other. Worst of all, the most lonely feeling of all was losing Abigail. It was like losing my very body. Everything seemed fun in one way or another before. But now it was tiring, and miserable.
Afterschool she took a job delivering packages locally, keeping a low hours job to keep taking care of her grandmother. She had been disconnected from reality for a long time by now, so not pushing forward didn’t bother her as it might others. But it was around this time the incident occurred. It was winter. It got dark quickly, and there was a snow storm beginning. Luckily, she had only one package left. It was to some loner who lived on the outskirts of town. As soon as she got there she didn’t like it. Night time, snowing, icy, door left open, no lights on. Every part of her told her it was a bad idea, but naturally she didn’t listen. Calling out the name on the box, there was no answer. She slowly edged into the house, exploring down the hallway the door revealed. Hearing some scuffling somewhere inside she moved on. Placing the box on a side table she paused, wondering if now leaving would actually be a not-bad idea. She took another step and the door at the end of the hallway burst open. Behind it there was a hulking… thing. “Bear!” was her first through. Without a second though she bolted. Based on the snarling, it followed. She slammed the door shut just as a claw-like paw splintered through the door, cutting her arm. Using the precious second the door might have bought her she continued running. Not stopping the whole way home.
A few months later her grandmother died. Time was the culprit. She had lived a long life, so Lilith decided there was little to be too sad about. Her guilt had been eating away at her for the last years of her life. After she got home to an empty house she allowed herself to cry again. For her grandmother, and her family. She was 18, and she had outlived her entire family. She was now a home owner alone. Inheritance from her grandmother surprised her. She had been getting support money so she assumed her grandmother was broke, but that was not the case at all. At least that meant she didn’t have to move she supposed. Which was the only comfort to her.
She took time off her job to reflect. For the first time in years she found the strength to think about her family, everything she had and lost, without becoming overwhelmed by sadness. She wondered what they would think of her, and grimaced as she realised she did not think they would be proud of her for falling so hard. Abigail had given her, her very heart, and she had let it wallow in sadness. It then occurred to her she was very much like her grandmother, albeit not senile. But like her she had allowed herself to be consumed by grief of the past, unable to deal with the present. And so she had an epiphany. She was going to turn it all around. She didn’t have powers anymore, but her parents did what they did to give her a good life, and the whole town. Her sister made sure that although she was beyond saving, She, Lilith, would live. How can she say she loved them if she was going to let that go to waste?
She applied for a college, far away from home. She sold the house, and moved into a small little apartment, taking a job as a waitress is a small café as she re-began her studies. Her heart finally back in the game. And then the most curious thing of all happened. She got the tingling feelng again. The one she used to get when she could sense someone with spiritual power. She dismissed it. Putting it down to her finally feeling like her old self. To distract herself she treated herself to a new hair style, something fun yet radical, kind of like how she was feeling lately herself.
As she pushed through college the feeling occurred repeatedly, more and more often. At the end of her year she finally decided to confront the feeling. Driving out to the beach she tried to affect the water as she once did. But without the coin, which was lost on that day she didn’t understand how to do anything. She pondered the feeling for days. Before it dawned on her. Her sister never did use an item. And her heart was within her now. Focusing on in the same way she once did the coin, the water she was trying to make move, slowly froze over…
Since then she learnt how to control her powers more intricately. Accessing both her own powers and her sisters. Still getting used to it she is not at the level she once was. She is not as strong as Abigails heart remembers to be. But equally her desire to get strong once more is weak. She has another life now. She views hollows indifferently, and knows little about the shinigami other than what they did to her. As for other spiritually powerful people, she remains cautious, heeding her fathers advice.
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." – Lilith’s favourite quotation.
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