[hider=Savannah Churchill - Aberration- Counterbomber] [color=Crimson][h3] ℕ 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 : [/h3][/color] [indent]Savannah Churchill[/indent] [color=Crimson][h3] 𝔸 𝕘 𝕖 : [/h3][/color] [indent]14[/indent] [color=Crimson][h3] ℍ 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 : [/h3][/color] [indent]5"7[/indent] [color=Crimson][h3] 𝕎 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 : [/h3][/color] [indent]125 pounds[/indent] [color=Crimson][h3] 𝔸 𝕡 𝕡 𝕖 𝕒 𝕣 𝕒 𝕟 𝕔 𝕖 : [/h3][/color] [indent][img]http://data.whicdn.com/images/66095555/large.jpg[/img] Savannah is a delicate, petite young girl. She has a heavy Irish accent (because of her origin). Her English is sub-par. Her skin is freckled and tan in color, and everything about her is small, from her hands to her feet.[/indent] [color=Crimson][h3] ℙ 𝕖 𝕣 𝕤 𝕠 𝕟 𝕒 𝕝 𝕚 𝕥 𝕪 : [/h3][/color] [indent]Savannah is- well, to be blunt, a fairly angry person. Because of this, she separates herself from others at all costs, but she can't avoid people all of the time. When she does speak to people, physical contact is an absolute no. Whether it's a hug or even a casual high-five, she hates touching other people. This is mostly because of the explosive nature of her magic, she feels that she destroys everything she touches. She also loves to use choice Irish curses, such as "Blast you to hell!" Anything can send her over the edge, such as a simple touch or a slight insult meant as a joke. She's also a homicidal maniac, as she often has urges to obliterate someone off the face of the Earth. Not that she hasn't done that or anything. Even when she's not feeling like a maniac, she's not the friendliest person either. She can often be found screaming at others in rage, and she can get scary. Actually, most of the time, she is in a rage. Anything that goes into her room is likely to never come out, and it was probably torn to pieces by her fingers within a day. Unless it's something that she treasures, such as her violin or, I don't know, bed. If you ever went into her room, you would find a complete mess with torn paper and other things strewn across the floor. Only a few precious things would be together, such as her violin. Pictures of her family are one of the most hated things in the world, according to her. She wishes to erase all the memories of the past, but that's just not possible. [/indent] [color=Crimson][h3] ℍ 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥 𝕠 𝕣 𝕪 : [/h3][/color] [indent]Meet 14-year-old Savannah, small-town Irish immigrant and award-winning violinist. She and her family took refuge in Maine after their small Irish village was seared to the ground by one of Dreamcatcher's monsters. Ever since, her family has feared anything that is a monster, such as a subnatural. So when the usually kind eldest daughter woke up with a black X on her throat and a penchant for violence, they were quite scared. Her mother immediately barricaded the girl inside of her room and called the police. Choice words of Savannah's mother were "Not me daughter" and "She's a monster". Again, they don't really speak English that well. During that first day, Savannah wasn't quite affected by her Stigma yet. But she was overall dazed, and still angry. When the police came to take her, she struggled quite a bit. [/indent] [color=Crimson][h3] 𝕄 𝕒 𝕘 𝕚 𝕔 : [/h3][/color] [indent]"Counterbomber" is an ability where, upon contact, Savannah can channel a magical charge into a sigil, which is then placed upon a target (has to be a spell-user). The sigil in question is a circle with space for an arrow-shaped mark to come through. If the target casts a spell while the sigil is located on them, there's an explosion, kind of like a firecracker. [/indent] [color=Crimson][h3] 𝔻 𝕣 𝕖 𝕒 𝕞 : [/h3][/color] [indent]Savannah's dream was one of beauty. A peaceful utopia, criminals gone, the ugly bits of the world had vanished. Savannah was a normal person in this utopia, walking around in beautiful clothing, the peace of the world enveloping her. But yet, something was missing. She felt it deep within her soul, that something was not right. However, the dream was nothing but euphoria and beauty.[/indent] [color=Crimson][h3] ℕ 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 𝕞 𝕒 𝕣 𝕖 : [/h3][/color] [indent] The land was red and brown, tarnished. Thousands kneeled in front of the 14 year-old, fear in their gazes. Savannah had all she had ever wished for, power, beauty, wealth, a world where nobody disrespected her. Initially, she chose this path, loving the feeling of accomplishment and smugness that came with it.[/indent] [color=Crimson][h3] 𝔸 𝕨 𝕒 𝕜 𝕖 𝕟 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 : [/h3][/color] [indent]Aberration.[/indent] [indent][color=Crimson] 𝕊 𝕥 𝕚 𝕘 𝕞 𝕒 : [/color][/indent] [indent][indent]Her stigma is an emotion. Constant rage that drives her insane, making her tear apart everything in her room. She often feels urges to punch someone, kill someone, anything that might relieve the feeling. But the only thing that can relieve it is the use of her power to kill someone. There is also another thing that torments her. Memories of her childhood flash through her mind on a daily basis. They are mostly of the attack on her home as a child and her father's death, but they often vary. [/indent][/indent] [color=Crimson][h3] 𝔸 𝕣 𝕞 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕥 𝕤 : [/h3][/color] [indent]xxx[/indent] [color=Crimson][h3] 𝕋 𝕙 𝕖 𝕞 𝕖 𝕊 𝕠 𝕟 𝕘 𝕤 : [/h3][/color] [indent][url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTwdGRHl5Mw[/url][/indent] [/hider] Ohhhh. Hopefully this is better! [@January]