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After about ten minutes or so of letting herself get drenched with cold water Nicole turned the showers taps off and stepped out onto the tiled bathroom floor. She sighed, "that's better..." Before flicking off her shoes and tossing them into the nearby corner. Although she could still felt a little faded from the hotbox she was definitely feeling much better than before. More grounded. Stable. Real. Nicole's eyes trailed towards the bathroom door whilst she perked her ears up to see if she could hear anything. To her slight astonishment it was quiet which appeared to make her fell much more better and confident with the fact that she was just tripping like a maniac. It almost seemed humours to her now. How could she be so stupid to think her roommate could manipulate fire? She shook her head at herself before stripping down and wrapping herself up in a towel as she proceeded back towards the sink.
As soon as her hands clamped down on the rim of the sink Nicole's eyes immediately locked themselves on her own reflection. Even though she wasn't really one of those plastic girls who had to constantly check their reflection to make sure they were looking "hot" she couldn't help but look at the damage from last night, the hotbox and the trip. Bloodshot eyes, thick dark rims below eyes, smeared lipstick, knotted hair.... Whilst she proceed to assess herself something strange occurred. Both her hands seemed to slowly vanish. Within seconds her fingers and palms had completely disappeared. Without her knowledge Nicole had somehow managed to to bend the wavelengths of light around her hands causing them to become invisible to the naked eye. Oblivious to her actions Nicole instinctively lifts her right hand up to her cheek to wipe away some mascara but to her shock there was no hand. Well no reflection that is her hand was still there attached to her wrist. She can even feel her fingers touching her skin but to her utter horror she can't see her right hand. Nicole let out a rather high pitch scream before covering her mouth with her two invisible hands. Her eyes widened as she still saw her lips even though her hands were clearly covering her mouth. What the fuck? Nicole frantically dropped her arms and started to shake them vigorously in an attempt to get her hands to reappear. She looked like a headless chicken desperately dashing around the place. Nicole couldn't help but repeatedly curse underneath her breath. For a woman she had quite a potty mouth on her.
Even though before she believed she was tripping when Astrid was 'playing' with the fire for some reason now her tripping seemed ridiculously. She was undoubted convinced this was real and from some strange reason she thought shaking her arms about the place would make them reappear. Knowing that she knew it was real you would think she would calm herself down and thinking about how this actually happened. But unfortunately it looked like the adderall had worn off and Nicole was more focused on panicking than using her head. After a short while of acting like spastic she finally stopped realising the shaking wasn't helping. She sighed in defeated. Don't recall applying to be on the tv show the Heroes. It was weird how she was in such a hysterics earlier although the strangeness was occurring to someone else. Yet now (although she did panic slightly) she felt awfully calm almost like this was normal even though this unrealistic thing was happening to her. Maybe the sudden mood swings and change of heart had something to do with the fact she barely had an hours sleep in the last 24 hours. Knowing that she had to be back at the office soon she decide to forget about getting her hands visible after all she could still use them and focus on covering them up as in making them visible because although she might currently be okay with having no hands other people might not be. Gloves. Her face lit up as she crossed her arms over her chest making sure to hide her non-existing hands under her arms. It should be easy to hide something that is invisible however there is still the problem of making it look realistic. She had to position herself in such away that if her hands were visible they couldn't be seen which proved much for difficult than she expected.
Once she was satisfied she swiftly exited to the bathroom and rushed towards her bedroom. Not once did she look up or around. Nicole was so focused on staying hidden that she didn't realise that the rest of her body began to slowly vanish. She dived into her bedroom and immediately locked the door behind her. "Now where are those gloves.." She mumbled to herself as she proceed to her wardrobe but on her way there she found her gaze travelling towards her dresser mirror. Nicole instantly stopped still right in front of her mirror as she stared eyes wide, mouth open at the bank mirror. Well technically it wasn't blank she could see her entire room except for one thing, herself. She couldn't see herself. "Holy shit!"
Even though Nicole was irritated by Astrid for leaving the door open wide she herself ended up forgetting to close it behind her as she was far too focused on finding her roommate and giving her a good scolding. Hypocrite much. As Nicole stepped into Astrid’s room she instantly cleared her throat as she got ready to let Astrid have it but before she could even exhale Astrid had beaten her to the punch. Her bloodshot eyes widened in shock as she watched Astrid lit a match and then hold up against her skin. What the fuck? Before she could make a response her roommate continued on with her ‘performance.’
Nicole stood next to door looking like a stunned mullet unclear what was happening before her. Well, she knew exactly what she was seeing. It was pretty clear, but it didn’t make sense. It was unfeasible. Unrealistic. Unnatural. Nicole shook her head thinking she must be tripping because this could not be real. What kind of weed did I smoke? This wasn’t the first time she had mixed substances but never had a trip felt so realistic when it clearly was an illusion. No one can manipulate fire. No way!. She shook her head in disbelief. Floyd must’ve laced the weed with something because it was humanly impossible for your skin not to burn underneath a naked flame.
Although Astrid had begun pose questions at her Nicole remained silent and stationery. She was far too busy trying to make sense of it to answer her overly excited roommate. But before she could come to a satisfying conclusion were she didn’t sound completely nuts in walks some random girl claiming she is the same as Astrid. Suddenly out of nowhere something dark rose up from the floor. “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa…” Her hands went up as if she was showing a police officer she had nothing in them. Panic had set it. This trip or whatever this is it was becoming too overwhelming for Nicole. “Get the fuck away from me…” she shouted as she shoved the strange out of the way so she could escape out the room. Her breathing became heavier as her heart raced a millions miles an hour. She rushed out of the bedroom and straight into the bathroom locking the door behind. “Holy shit…” Nicole muttered as she splashed her face with water hoping to wake herself up from this hallucination.
As she looked up at her reflection in the mirror she found herself once again frozen in position. Unable to think. Her heart racing. Her chest pounding. Her vision blurring as she struggled to catch her breath. It was all just a figment of your imagination. She told herself. Her eyes vacant and her facial expression blank. Nicole started to feel lightheaded whilst her mind tried to comprehend what she had just witness. Unexpectedly she quickly shifted away from the sink and towards the shower. Turning the taps on she stepped right underneath the cold water without bothering to take her clothes or her shoes off. She was more concerned with stopping the aching in her chest and calming herself down before she ends up having a heart attack. Nicole closed her eyes as she exhaled deeply “it’s just your imagination,” she mumbled to herself.
Oh sorry my bad...I will edit when I get home from work. That would make more sense.
Ignore.
Her bloodshot eyes stared blankly at the windscreen in front whilst she held the phone firmly to her ear. As soon as Astrid began to speak Nicole found herself zoning out. Even though she was stuck in her own little trance, Nicole did managed to catch the main gist of her roommate’s ramble. Get home. It was probably for the best that she was out of it and didn't hear the full conversation. Usually if someone spoke to her like that, all hell would break loose. No matter what relationship it was friends, roommates, co-workers, lovers, she was always top dog. Numero uno. She never gets bossed around because she is the boss, plain and simple. “I got to go…this was fun…um, we should do this again sometime…thanks…give us a buzz when the ID is ready.” Nicole muttered as she grabbed her belongings and exited the vehicle. As she opened the door a huge gush of the smoke escaped with her. Nicole chuckled whilst adjusting her attire slightly before strutting off in the direction of her dorm room.
Nicole was too busy humming a soft tune to herself to notice a fellow sophomore approaching. “HEY YOU! What the fuck is your problem?” Before she knew it he had her trapped against the wall. Start again. She couldn’t help but think whilst she smirked. His introducing wasn’t very pleasing but instead of taking a swing at him she remained stationary and silence which was unusual. “How dare you post shit about me…” Nicole was typically pretty good with matching names and faces but it was taking her a little longer than normal to figure out this lads name. And the fact that he was continuing to yell and curse at her was only making it harder for her to concentrate. “…I LOVE HER…”
“If you loved her then why did you fuck her best friend…” Nicole couldn’t help but breakout in laughter. Sure she would’ve laughed in his face if she was sober but being blazed seemed to make her gigglier than she wanted to be.
“You think this shit is funny?! You ruined my life.” In his frustration he gave her a light shove causing her to stumble back and smack against the wall behind her. Although the situation had clearly turned serious she continued to chuckle and smirk with amusement which only seemed to aggravate him further.
“Yeah I ruined your life…after all I’m the one who ploughed my one true loves Abigail’s best friend Stephany in the gym toilets….haha your funny…but seriously mate last time I checked I don’t have a penis so not sure how I could’ve fucked Stephany and got her pregnant….” Abruptly Jeremy grabbed her tightly by the shoulders and pushed her against the wall this time with much greater force. His hands remained on her shoulders as he appeared to be pinning her into position.
“You better shut your mouth if you know what’s good for you.” Their confrontation didn’t go unnoticed as a number of students seemed to stop in tracks to take a look at what was going on. The amusement immediately dropped from Nicole’s face as her gaze made contact with his.
“You better watch where you put those hands of yours…if you know what’s good for you,” she mocked bitterly as she noticed one of his hands pulling back away from her and forming into a fist. As quickly as the laughter vanished it returned. Bring it. She smirked whilst watching his fist propel towards her but before it made contact with her cheek the ceiling light above them suddenly let off a bright flash of blinding light that seemed to cause everyone except Nicole to temporary lose their ability to see. She could hear Jeremy curse as he collapsed to his knees clutching is eyes in agony. Shit…what the hell was that?.. She glanced around in confusion. Everything seemed to look pretty normal. Must be my lucky day. Nicole looked down at Jeremy, “I guess we are done here.” She snickered whilst flicking her hair over the shoulder before stepping around Jeremy to proceed on her way like nothing happened.
About ten minutes later Nicole finally arrived at the building where her dorm room was. As she progressed towards her room the smile on her face dropped slightly as she noticed the door was left wide open. What the hell?! “ASTRID?” She yelled as she stepped inside the dorm.
**Quote: “Hey mate, harden the fuck up!”**
**Name:** Nicole Bishop
**Nicknames:** Nic or Nikki
**Age:** 20
**Gender:** Female
**Height:** 5'6''
**Weight:** 121lbs
**Ethnicity:** Caucasian, Australian
**Sexuality:** Heterosexual
**Relationship Status:** Single - far too busy for a serious relationship.
**Political Affiliation:** Democrat
**Religion:** Agnostic
**Drugs of Choice:** caffeine (coffee, energy drinks), alcohol, marijuana, occasionally takes Adderall or Ritalin to assist with her studies and meeting deadlines.
**Alcoholic Preference:** Anything sweet and strong (moscato wine, vodka, cocktails, jagermeister, captain Morgan....just to name a few)
**Favourite Food:** if it has to be one thing CHOCOLATE!
**Major:** Journalism and New Media
**Clubs:** Editor of the College Newspaper
**Year:** Sophomore
**Roommates:** Astrid
**Occupation:** Student, editor of the college newspaper, internship at CBS San Francisco
**Talents/Skills:** Debating, talking, negotiation, writing, photographic memory, interviewing, editing, lying, creative, organised, time management, technological savvy, storytelling, blogging, investigative skills
**Likes:**
Reading
Writing
Music
Gossip
Secrets
Control
News
Drama
Photography
Lollies and eating in general
Detective and Spy movies
**Dislikes:**
Spiders & bugs
Silence
Privacy Laws
Patience
Boring People
**Personality:**
Nicole is a workaholic with an addiction to her occupation comparable to that of a severe drug addict. Having devoted every ounce of her life to her job she's had little time to develop close relationships. Her interest in her job is above anything else in her life leaving a noteworthy trend of anti social behaviour that often leads to her departing from social gatherings in the pursuit of a story. However when needed she's skilled in the art of conversation, and is capable of stringing people along in convincing relationships to serve her own occupational and sexual needs.
Despite this it seems she lacks the ability to legitimately empathize with other people, and is viewed by certain individuals as cold and emotionless. Her priority is the always the story at hand, and if she has to cut a few ties or step on some toes she'll be more then willing to do so if necessary. An atmosphere composed of chaos and drama with her in the center is where she feel's the most alive. She's had more then a few visits to the emergency room as a result of her knack to get too entangled in the throes of the danger involved in her field. She possessive's a habitual disregard towards authority figures and laws including breaking and entering, theft, obstruction of justice ect for the sake of important information. It would seem to some that she draws on an infinite pool of energy due to her remarkable ability to balance intense studying and work for days on end without rest.
**History:** Born and raised in Alice Springs, Australia. She is an only child to Peter and Veronica Bishop. Her father worked for a large American Oil and Gas company whilst her mother taught at the local school. Though Nicole had loving parents, she was usually left with a hired nanny due to both her parents' occupations. This may have been the cause of Nicole's less than affectionate persona. Growing up, she never tried to stand out, but that didn't mean she wasn't causing any mischief. As a girl she spent a lot of time listening to adults, which only fortified the lies she told from time to time. Even when she was caught or in trouble, Nicole remained resilient with her talent.
After spending most of her life in Alice Springs, Nicole couldn't help but want more. She didn't believe she could allow herself to be limited to only being where she had grown up, or her own country for that matter. To her, there were secrets just waiting for her to unravel all over the world. She wanted to really get into Journalism, and couldn't do so without seeing the world. Her led her to travel. She started out easy, just going to New Zealand and interning for a local newspaper. Then she moved on to go to the Philippines and Malaysia. This time she had her very own blog set up. What she did, fuelled a passion in her. Finding out new things and sharing them with the world. It was a service, and also adventurous for her. When Nicole knew she'd want to do this for a living, she set her eyes on the United States. The University of San Francisco had caught her eye with their exceptional program for foreign student. Upon her arrival to San Francisco University, Nicole joined the university newspaper. She started as a photographer, but with time, she began suggesting and even writing articles. Before her second semester of college had ended, Nicole was made an editor, which held a higher position. Though she was named editor, she didn't let it stop her for going out and finding her own stories to share with the campus. Currently, Nicole is a sophomore, just getting back into her niche. For some reason, she feels like this year is going to be a lot more interesting for better and worse...
**Power:** Light Manipulation - can create, absorb, shape and manipulate visible light
Capabilities
*Bend and shift light particles: holographic projection, invisibility and visual illusions.
*Absolute Light: can create a field of absolute light that blinds the targets either temporarily or permanently and may also dull or even completely negate the other senses. The light generate can be so intense it can potentially completely obliterate objects in its path.
*Flight/levitation
*Light Solidification: photokinetic constructs (weapons, armour, walls and allies)
*Move at Light-speed
A pair of bright blue eyes abruptly shoot open. Simultaneously a full statement escaped the sophomore’s dry lips as her head rose up from her desk. “…oh my head…” Although her head was throbbing in agony she shook it in an attempt to wake herself up as she found her fellow colleagues staring with eyes wide. She noted one of the freshman’s hand out stretched towards her shoulder. [I]This must be the idiot who decided to interrupt my beauty sleep...idiot.[/I] “Get your goddamn hand away from me…” Nicole slapped the young boy’s arm away as she stood up from her seat. It wasn’t until she had straightened herself out did she realize that she was still wearing the short blue dress she had slipped into for last night’s party. [I]Must've snapped up something juicy.[/I] Her eyes trailed down towards the memory card that was sticking out the side of her laptop. [I]Who's waking up with regrets this morning?[/I] Her head instantly began to throb as she tried to recall the events of last night. [I]Definitely me...what happened to the two drink maximum, Nicole.[/I] As usual if she wasn't arguing with someone she was arguing with herself. However, her train of thought was cut short when she noticed that her colleagues were still staring at her. Nicole arched her eyebrow, [I]What the hell are they staring at? It's not like I've never worn the same thing twice...did I do something last night?[/I] As she tried to get her gaze level with their eye line she realized that most of them appear to be looking at her forehead. "Is there something on my face?"
The freshman who's hand she had slapped away minutes early slowly raised his hand back up to her head. His hand shook nervously whilst he extended his index finger towards her forehead. "Umm...you got...a...you got a..." Nicole rolled her eyes. [I]Weak.[/I] She didn't have time nor the patience to wait around for mister stutter to finish his sentences and so she reached up herself to find out what had them all looking like stunned mullets. Her face kind of scrunched together as her fingers brushed along something sticky and hard. [I]What the...[/I] She grabbed hold of the strange object that appeared to be almost glued to her before pulling at it. After a few tugs she finally got it unstuck. As she brought the object down to her gaze she couldn't help but smirk as she stared at the strawberry lollipop lying in her palm. She must've got the munchies last night when she stumbled in here and hit up her secret stash of candy, which would explain the dark brown fingerprints all over her notepad. [I]Chocolate...[/I] Feeling her stomach grumble for a split second Nicole consider about sticking the lollipop back in her mouth and finishing it off but she quickly brushed the idea off realizing how disgusting it actually was. She tossed the candy in the bin before returning her attention back to her coworkers.
"Don't you guys have some reporting to do and stories to write?" Although she was asking a question it sounded more like an order.
"Actually yes we do there was an explosion in the car park." One of the writers commented.
"WHAT?"
"There was..."
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ALL JUST STANDING AROUND? GRAB YOUR FUCKING CAMERAS, RECORDERS AND NOTEPADS AND GET YOUR ASS TO THE PARKING LOT NOW!" Whilst Nicole roared in outrage and barked orders at her colleagues the lights began to flicker. However, once she stopped talking and sorted of calmed down they stopped. Her colleagues were far too busy running around to notice anything. Although Nicole saw the lights play up she just brushed it off thinking it was just some fluctuation with the power. "Bloody hell I'm surrounded by morons." She rolled her eyes before proceeding towards the mini fridge that was situated in the corner of the room. She opened the door and grabbed out a can of Redbull. [I]Nothing like a little caffeine to kick start your day...well maybe some...[/I] The corners of her lips arched up into a mischief smile as she pulled out a packet of mints from her handbag. She flicked the lid open and emptied the content into her palms. "Three.." She muttered staring at three orange capsule-shape pills which definitely weren't mints. Nicole popped one in her mouth washing it down with the Redbull before putting the remaining two back in the tin. [I]Better hit up that Floyd kid, that way I can check how my fake ID is coming along.[/I] She smirked as she slumped herself back down in her chair.
And then her phone rang. Mike was calling her about the latest scoops for the radio show. He had called two editors before her when he had been back in his room, but they didn’t pick up their phones. Mike was just hoping this third editor known as Nicole Bishop would be able to help him. This was basically his last hope. He didn’t mind going into the station dry, but he would hate if something went on and he didn’t cover it. He just paced outside the radio station doors. He’d be on in about fifteen minutes. [i]Pick up.[/i]
Nicole scrambled through all the books, photographs and papers scattered across her desk in search of her phone. She could hear it but there seemed to be too much crap on her desk to see it. [I]So much for being organised...[/I] Just as her voicemail was about come on she managed to find it and hastily answered. "Hello?"
A sigh of relief escaped Mike as he heard Nicole’s voice on the line. It was time to get to business. A smile spread across his lips before he spoke. “Hey this is Mike Hayes, the radio host guy that called on Monday and Wednesday. I don’t think I spoke to you before, but I wanted to know a little bit of the latest scoops in the past two days for my show. Is that okay?” He asked.
[I]This guy.[/I] Nicole remembered hearing her fellow editors mention something about someone repeatedly calling for insight and gossip. "Am I hearing you correctly you are calling to get the LATEST scoop from ME for YOUR show? Hmm...do you hear anything wrong with that sentence because I sure do." She took a sip from her Redbull. "Excuse the language by why the fuck would I hand over OUR hard earned material...which we have spent hours...DAYS gathering...and you want me just to hand it to you on a silver platter. Get the fuck out!...This ain't no hobby mate...if we don't print enough papers I ain't getting any brownie points....brownie points are vital to me...Unlike you if I don't have enough credits at the end of the term I'm getting shipped back home. Are you gonna give me extra credit? NO because you’re not authorized. So unless you got something beneficially and really worthwhile for me, it’s see you later Mr. Hayes." [I]Who the hell does he think I am? I didn't get charged for trespassing just so some amateur can steal my thunder.[/I]
Mike winced at Nicole’s answer, but he was prepared for something like this. He always thought of himself as a people person. He took a breath before speaking. “Just hold up a sec Ms. Bishop. I know that’s how you’re seeing it right now, but look at this whole thing in my perspective. I’m thinking about both of us. You see I give credit to everyone I get my information from on the show, which includes your paper. Think of it as a second channel to get your stories out, but more of like a movie trailer to the actual story that will be in the paper.” Mike paused for dramatic effect. “It’s a cycle. You share info with me that I use in my show. More people listen to my show because I speak a little about the recent drama. I tell them where they can find the FULL story in juicy detail, which is your paper. You get people picking up your paper to get the whole story, and I get more people listening to my station in order to find out what’s up in the first place. We both walk away feeling pretty nice… but if you don’t like the whole idea, I guess I could do some snooping of my own and just air everything out before the paper gets released, right?” Mike said with a smirk. He wouldn’t really play dirty like that. He was one guy versus an office of others. He’d never have the time, but she didn’t know that. Besides, why turn down the agreement?
Nicole couldn't help but notice that every time she cursed and raised her voice the lights flickered. She frowned as she stared at the ceiling lights that where now flickering rather rapidly. With one ear still on her phone listening to Michael proposition she began to snap her fingers at her colleague Tom who was vigorously typing away on his computer. Realising she wasn't gonna get his attention she gentle placed her hand over the speaker on her phone so that Michael couldn't hear. "OI!" She yelled. His head instantly lifted up. "Yeah..." Nicole spoke into the phone to show Michael she was still listening even though most of her focus was now on the lights. 'What's wrong with the lights?' Nicole mouthed to Tim who looked up to the ceiling. "I don't know." Nicole rolled her eyes before mocking repeating his response "I don't know...fix it!" She shook her head and then returned her full attention back to Michael as he finished off. "Hmm...I guess you make a good point." She lied. He did have a few good points but at the end of the day he would still be the one airing the news first not her which she didn't like. She wanted to be the first, top dog. Gossip Queen. "Let me just grab my notes...um" Nicole shuffled some papers around as she pretended to look for these so called notes. "So...number one there was an explosion in the car park." She decided to start off with that one because unless you knocked yourself out last night like she did you would've heard about this one. "A freshman was arrested for streaking on the baseball field and a teacher was arrested for possession of a large amount of cocaine." She made up the last story to test him and see whether he would actually hold up his end of the bargain. "That's it for today... Do you need anything else from me?”
Mike grimaced and shook his head as he took in the info. She basically gave him shit. No names? Nothing more than just “an explosion in the car park”? [i]No wonder no one reads newspapers anymore… well besides old people and crossword puzzle addicts.[/i] Mike would be civil to this woman however. He didn’t need the newspaper, but they could potentially give him some good stuff. Maybe next time someone else would pick up from his phone call first. Or maybe he could get someone from the inside… “Nah, that’s good enough to add a little more spice to my show. Oh and by the way, feel free to tune in. You might learn a thing or two… literally, for your paper.” He chuckled. “Anyway, bye.” He hung up and took a deep breath. “Man… I already need a break.” He said before entering the studio.
"Yeah yeah," she muttered to the comment about her tuning into his show. There was no way in hell she was going to sit around and listen to amateur hour. She had more important things to do like clean herself up, and of course following up on some new leads. Nicole smirked. "See you later." She immediately rose to her feet when she hung up her phone. "TOM! Leave the lights for now because I have a far more important job for you...sit." She signalled him to take a seat back in his own chair before placing a pen, some paper and a small radio in front of him. "Tom, your job for the next um...half and hour or so is to write down everything our friend Michael Hayes says about us...actually scratch that, just write down everything and anything he says, okay?" Nicole turned the radio on and switched it to channel 1.02. Tom nodded his head in agreement. "Good...I should be back by the time the show is over but if not, just leave your notes on my desks." And with that Nicole grabbed her belongings and exited the office.
Thanks :)
Yeah sounds like a great idea, if you don't mind some drama? haha...might bump heads a bit cause it looks like they are both pretty self-centred but it will make for a good read. I'll edit my section to add you in.
Yeah sounds like a great idea, if you don't mind some drama? haha...might bump heads a bit cause it looks like they are both pretty self-centred but it will make for a good read. I'll edit my section to add you in.
Quote: “Hey mate, harden the fuck up!”
Name: Nicole Bishop
Nicknames: Nic or Nikki
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 121lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian, Australian
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single - far too busy for a serious relationship.
Political Affiliation: Democrat
Religion: Agnostic
Drugs of Choice: caffeine (coffee, energy drinks), alcohol, marijuana, occasionally takes Adderall or Ritalin to assist with her studies and meeting deadlines.
Alcoholic Preference: Anything sweet and strong (moscato wine, vodka, cocktails, jagermeister, captain Morgan....just to name a few)
Favourite Food: if it has to be one thing CHOCOLATE!
Major: Journalism and New Media
Clubs: Editor of the College Newspaper
Year: Sophomore
Roommates: Astrid
Occupation: Student, editor of the college newspaper, internship at CBS San Francisco
Talents/Skills: Debating, talking, negotiation, writing, photographic memory, interviewing, editing, lying, creative, organised, time management, technological savvy, storytelling, blogging, investigative skills
Likes:
Reading
Writing
Music
Gossip
Secrets
Control
News
Drama
Photography
Lollies and eating in general
Detective and Spy movies
Dislikes:
Spiders & bugs
Silence
Privacy Laws
Patience
Boring People
Personality:
Nicole is a workaholic with an addiction to her occupation comparable to that of a severe drug addict. Having devoted every ounce of her life to her job she's had little time to develop close relationships. Her interest in her job is above anything else in her life leaving a noteworthy trend of anti social behaviour that often leads to her departing from social gatherings in the pursuit of a story. However when needed she's skilled in the art of conversation, and is capable of stringing people along in convincing relationships to serve her own occupational and sexual needs.
Despite this it seems she lacks the ability to legitimately empathize with other people, and is viewed by certain individuals as cold and emotionless. Her priority is the always the story at hand, and if she has to cut a few ties or step on some toes she'll be more then willing to do so if necessary. An atmosphere composed of chaos and drama with her in the center is where she feel's the most alive. She's had more then a few visits to the emergency room as a result of her knack to get too entangled in the throes of the danger involved in her field. She possessive's a habitual disregard towards authority figures and laws including breaking and entering, theft, obstruction of justice ect for the sake of important information. It would seem to some that she draws on an infinite pool of energy due to her remarkable ability to balance intense studying and work for days on end without rest.
History: Born and raised in Alice Springs, Australia. She is an only child to Peter and Veronica Bishop. Her father worked for a large American Oil and Gas company whilst her mother taught at the local school. Though Nicole had loving parents, she was usually left with a hired nanny due to both her parents' occupations. This may have been the cause of Nicole's less than affectionate persona. Growing up, she never tried to stand out, but that didn't mean she wasn't causing any mischief. As a girl she spent a lot of time listening to adults, which only fortified the lies she told from time to time. Even when she was caught or in trouble, Nicole remained resilient with her talent.
After spending most of her life in Alice Springs, Nicole couldn't help but want more. She didn't believe she could allow herself to be limited to only being where she had grown up, or her own country for that matter. To her, there were secrets just waiting for her to unravel all over the world. She wanted to really get into Journalism, and couldn't do so without seeing the world. Her led her to travel. She started out easy, just going to New Zealand and interning for a local newspaper. Then she moved on to go to the Philippines and Malaysia. This time she had her very own blog set up. What she did, fuelled a passion in her. Finding out new things and sharing them with the world. It was a service, and also adventurous for her. When Nicole knew she'd want to do this for a living, she set her eyes on the United States. The University of San Francisco had caught her eye with their exceptional program for foreign student. Upon her arrival to San Francisco University, Nicole joined the university newspaper. She started as a photographer, but with time, she began suggesting and even writing articles. Before her second semester of college had ended, Nicole was made an editor, which held a higher position. Though she was named editor, she didn't let it stop her for going out and finding her own stories to share with the campus. Currently, Nicole is a sophomore, just getting back into her niche. For some reason, she feels like this year is going to be a lot more interesting for better and worse...
Power: Light Manipulation - can create, absorb, shape and manipulate visible light
Capabilities
*Bend and shift light particles: holographic projection, invisibility and visual illusions.
*Absolute Light: can create a field of absolute light that blinds the targets either temporarily or permanently and may also dull or even completely negate the other senses. The light generate can be so intense it can potentially completely obliterate objects in its path.
*Flight/levitation
*Light Solidification: photokinetic constructs (weapons, armour, walls and allies)
*Move at Light-speed
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