Hi everyone - hope I’m not too late to apply for this.  I’ve added a character concept below for consideration :).

[B]Name:[/B] Kayla-Elle
[B]Character Concept:[/B] Blind Oracle with the limited ability of foresight
[B]Trouble:[/B] There are certain less savoury individuals hunting me.  They would use my abilities for their own nefarious needs.

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[hider=Scene]She heard the voices of those around her.  Not for the first time, Kayla-Elle wished that she could still see.....  To be able to put faces to the sweet voices that she could hear, such a thing meant the world to her, and she would have given up the world for it....the world of darkness and dancing shadows that she permanently lived in. 

An explosion of sound.....shouting, screaming.  The world had deteriorated into images of blurred chaos.  There were sirens.....sirens flashing with the blue and red neon lights.....lights that she could not see except for the images in her minds eye.

[b]“Step back Miss,”[/b] a voice pierced the chaotic maelstrom.

[b]”There has been a murder,”[/b] the male voice, belonging to someone she could not see advised.

Kayla-Elle smiled, the expression appearing across her lightly tanned skin.

She knew — she knew what had happened.  It was why she was here.  They had shown her.  The angels in her dreams.  They showed her a creature...a creature of violence, of blood and of death. It had torn out the throat of the poor man who even now lay crumpled on the concrete path, his blood staining the floor a vivid colour of red painted against black and white images - irrevocably etched against the terrible memories she would harbour for the rest of her life.

Such was her “gift”.  The gift to see things that no one else could.  The sight that had replaced her own.

Often, Kayla-Elle felt herself float, up in the air. She often had dreams.....dreams of flying high up in the sky and looking down on the world below her. Her dreams were a blessed balm to her, a relief that waking life could not give her. It was only in the depths of her imagination now that she could truly see, people, places, colours. She often dreamed of the people she spoke to, the only relief to the prison of darkness that sightlessness provided.

It was when she floated through the air that she “saw” the visions that the angels provided her — images of the victims death. First and foremost was the acrid smell of smoke, and of fire. Death hung in the air, death and blood. She could hear the screams of the dying man. 

Here....here she was needed. Here, she felt whole.

[b]”I must pass.  I am sorry.  It is the only way,”[/b] she said, passing by the man as if he was nothing but a ghost.

Which to her, he was nothing more than another faceless shadow.

Feet touched the blood-soaked floor, and Kayla-Elle stood, an angel herself amidst the dark touch of death.

[b]”I’m sorry,”[/b] she said softly as she knelt. 

She touched the wound, feeling the blood with her fingertips, and she whispered to the angels.

[b]”Show me who.....where,”[/b] she whispered softly.

And they came.  A cacophony of images.....images of terrible violence, of blood and of death.  She saw a ruined apartment, of a man lying in his bed, holding his head in his hands.  He moaned softly even as he writhed and twisted, jerking his body violently to one side as he convulsed.  

It was not the end.  It was only the beginning.

Shuddering, Kayla-Elle let out a small sob at the violent images.  A hand on her shoulder interrupted her.

[b]”Miss, you need to go.”[/b]

The voice was firmer, more insistent.  Kayla-Elle stood, nodding her head slowly as she turned to leave.

She had what she needed to know.[/hider]