[@Irisity]Aaaaa, I did it. [hider=Betsy] [center][h1][color=Teal]Betsy Powell[/color][/h1] [img]http://data.whicdn.com/images/31201553/large.png[/img][/center] |Name| [indent]Elizabeth "Betsy" Powell [/indent] |Age| [indent]21[/indent] |Gender| [indent]F[/indent] |Sexuality| [indent]Gay[/indent] |Piercings, Tattoos, Scars| [indent]Triple pierciings, one on the upper cartilage, both ears "The Moxy Boob" band logo on her left wrist, a horizontal scar on her right one. [/indent] |Personality| [indent]Betsy is the charismatic front woman of an underground punk band called "The Moxy Boob". A woman oozing with unwavering confidence and energy on stage, on a regular day Betsy is a shy and quiet individual. She can be emotionally volatile but at most she's nice company to be with, who has a fondness for sarcastic banters that one will surely need some luck getting a serious notion out of her. Though slow to trust at first she values companionship and would even go as far as conforming to their bad ideals. Pretty much all her life her strict family disowns her for being one with the 'satanists', as they would quaintly put it. Betsy never had a lot of friends but the few that she has is far from her parent's claims, it is with her chosen companions that she's at her element the most, the only people that could ever keep her grounded and nothing in this world would make her think otherwise. [/indent] |Why your character was in Renata| [indent]Her band was on tour in Renata, at a local club.[/indent] |The Circumstances of the Death| [indent] At the night of the band's performance, the band organizer threw a post party event that same night. The place was a pure riot zone, booze and drugs were the regular thing in such gatherings. That time Betsy was having a heated argument with Eric, the band's bassist, her bestfriend and her former "ex" all at the same time. That time Betsy was thinking of disbanding which Eric didnt take lightly, among other personal things to which the pair hadn't exactly sorted out. At the same time she was dealing with her brother's death, Matt, the only person in her family who she loves was a soldier who died while stationed in Syria the night before. She was an emotional mess because of it and to top it off with the argument she had with Eric, getting really high and drinking herself to numbness alone in the club's bathroom was the only way she knew how to make the misery stop, taking in more than her own body can handle. That night she was found dead in the bathroom cubicle, caused by alcohol poisoning. [/indent] |Power| [indent]Empathy, the ability to emotionally control somebody's feelings. She can channel it when looking deeply into the person's own eyes or through music when dealing with a mass target. It is most effective when she is emotionally driven herself. [/indent] |Biography| [indent]Betsy grew up in a strict household from Nebraska. She spent most of her childhood in a farm ranch and sang on the church choir. She lived together with her parents and older brother, Matthew. Her parents specially her father was considered very controlling of his own children, to the point that his way of disciplining them would reach to extremes. When Betsy's parents found out that she was having a relationship with a girl, they were furious. Her family openly disdains (to put it lightly) of such values. Not taking any of their bullshit beliefs anymore, she ran away from home. She cooped up with a group of musicians and after spending some time with them in gigs, they conceived "The Moxy Boob". [/indent] |Other| [indent]What else should we know?[/indent] [/hider] [hider=Terpsichore] [center][h1][color=indianred]Terpsichore, Mother of Sirens[/color][/h1] [img]http://www.eleanorandviolet.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/snStevie-Enjoying-herself-stevie-nicks-25527959-430-415.jpg[/img][/center] |Name| [indent]Teri[/indent] |Age| [indent]Like really old[/indent] |Gender| [indent]F[/indent] |Domain| [indent]Terpsichore is the goddess of dance and music, and the mother of sirens. In mythology she is usually depicted with a lyre, but in this new world she mostly prefers the tambourine. [/indent] |Personality| [indent]Terpsichore prefers to be called Teri, since other than being a mouthful, it makes her sound like a bad heavy metal album hence she lowkey hates her own name. She is carefree, optimistic and just radiates fun and life that it's almost contagious. Which it is, since her music purposefully feeds people with positive emotions. Though she happily helps mortals in the only way she can, Teri is oblivious to basic human emotions such as sadness, anger or to some degree, love. [/indent] |Other| [indent]Sports the boho look, never seen without her top hat.[/indent] [/hider]