Angeline Hardwicke
"Doth Mother know you wear-eth her drapes?" -
Tony Stark
Name:Angeline Megara Hardwicke
Nickname:Angel
Birth Date:24th November
Age:20
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Heterosexual
In Depth Appearance:Angel stands at a less than average height of 5’5, along with a slim hourglass figure, and a heart-shaped face; atop of which sits a mess of chocolate brown curls, often worn in a myriad of different styles, and various shades of brown depending on how she feels like dyeing it. Her eyes are a bright, clear blue, standing out thanks to her dark lashes and brows. Her tanned skin is mostly unmarred, barring tiny scars here and there from scuffles in the past and childhood accidents.
Clothing Style:Angel’s clothing style very much changes with the wind and her mood – some days she’ll favour darker clothes in a punk style, paired with heavy make-up and an obvious attitude. Other days she’ll be natural, wearing dresses of various styles and colours and accompanying accessories. And then the day after that she’ll just dress comfortably, wearing jeans and over-sized sweaters. The only clothes that rarely change are her pyjamas – anything with teddy bears. Because teddy bears are awesome, guys.
Likes:- Anything fluffy – particularly animals.
- Face Painting (Well, any form of painting really, but face painting is a fun pastime for her.)
- Way too Loud music (Particularly rock)
- Cooking
- Steak (Cooked blue – any more than that is blasphemy, in her eyes.)
- Puns, quips, innuendos, and double entendres. (She’ll even sometimes sink so low as to pull the ‘That’s what he/she said’ joke.)
- Chocolate
- Day-dreaming
- ELECTRIC GUITAAAAAARRRRRRR
- Marvel
- Nature, and all of her destructive and calm feelings.
Dislikes:- Marvel-bashers
- Screamo or death metal
- Messing up her paintings
- Nosiness
- Apathy
- Slyness
- Ignorance
- The ever growing cacophony of irritating sounds often found issuing from children and babies.
Fears:- Heights
- Insects and arachnids
- Dying in some kind of meaningless, pointless manner.
- Not having left something worthwhile on this earth before she dies.
Habits:- Humming snatches of songs, or simply guitar riffs, under her breath.
- Tapping out drum beats.
- Day dreaming, zoning out, or losing track of a conversation mid-sentence.
- Clinging to a point rather stubbornly, should she believe she is correct and the other person is wrong.
Personality:Entertaining ♦ Stubborn ♦ Opinionated ♦ Warm-Hearted ♦ Sharp
Despite the fact her looks – and occasionally scatter-braininess - can make Angel seem like a wee naive girl, she is far from it. She knows far more than she lets on, and she will never let anyone take advantage of her. However, when looking at what Angel truly is like, it is plain to see she can make quite the courteous friend. Not only is she happy to lend an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on, but she gives fairly shrewd advice to people’s problems, in the hopes of helping them. Because of this, she is hardly one to judge others for their acts. One perspective of a story is hardly going to change her opinion of someone. Additionally, she’s quick to make jokes or light-hearted remarks in the hopes of getting someone’s spirits up. Humour rarely fails her, and is a very easy thing to fall back on.
As for her stubbornness... well, it’s a miracle her animal form isn’t a Bull. If she has a point in an argument she will fight it as long she believes she is correct – which can definitely cause irritation for others around her, but she does certainly enjoy being right in her views... not that that means she is not open to other people’s opinions. When it comes to hard facts, she will happily accept it if she is wrong in something. As for opinions, everyone is entitled to have them – unless some poor ignorant fool is under the impression that their opinions are indeed facts. In which case, she’s happy to deliver a few sharp words towards said ignoramous.
Background:Angel has been living in Tallshade for a good few months now, alongside her younger brother and Uncle. Prior to this, the last time she could remember a normal home life was when she was 9 years old, and still living in England with her brother, and parents. As such, life was pretty good. Her Mother was a Detective, her Father was in the army, and she was doing pretty good in terms of friends and school. Even with an annoying 5-year-old brother hanging around her at all times.
Except, this annoying little brother arriving was one of the few good things she could remember in this time of her life – for a few months after her ninth birthday, her Mother died. A police raid gone wrong or something. She was too young to be given all of the details, not that it made it any easier. It had been while her Dad was away, on a tour in some country that she couldn’t pronounce yet. Naturally, he came home early, to attend the funeral and look after his young children. Shortly after this, he left the Army, under Compassionate leave.
However, his time abroad had left its mark already – he’d seen such horrors, comrades blown apart before him, that things weren’t so perfect for him mentally. He became paranoid, plagued with nightmares and the inclination that someone had killed his Wife, and was then after him and his two children.
Just before Angel’s tenth birthday, their house was sold and they moved to America. From there, they lived a very uncomfortable nomadic lifestyle – travelling from state to state when their Father became certain “people” had followed him there. He acted in the attempt to save his family, and Angel understood that. She knew her Dad was sick, so she just helped look after her brother and kept her head down in school, never really answering truthfully when people asked her why she never stayed for long.
However, she knew something had to be done when he grew distrustful of her. Over the years she was maturing into a young lady, body and accent changing – but in her Father’s demented mind, she should still be his little nine year old. She became unrecognizable, and after she came home from school one day at the age of 16, he attacked her, thinking she was some kind of assassin that had broken in.
Evading her Father, Angel fled the home with her brother, heading straight to the nearest police station for aid. She knew this would mean social services would get involved, but she couldn’t live with her Dad anymore, not when he was quite capable of killing her and her brother in their sleep.
After a few weeks of wrapping their heads around their case, and a few foster homes, social services were able to find a relative of theirs living in America. Although the offer to go back to England was there, Angel decided remaining in the USA was better. She didn’t particularly want to remain in the same country as her Dad (Who was being deported back to the UK to receive mental help), but she knew this life better than her English life.
Their fathers cousin – they simply call him Uncle James, it’s easier – happily took them in, being childless himself, and after a few years living in rainy Washington, James’ work had them moved to Tallshade.
Now 20 years old, Angel is approaching her final year at University, studying Psychology. Over the years, she has also developed into a low-key rebel. Although not far rebellious enough to joy-ride vehicles or break into houses, she does partake in some amusing deviant acts. Her Uncle is quite lax when it comes to curfews, but had they been in place, she wouldn’t have paid attention to them anyway. Also, as a lover of art, she is quite happy to graffiti the town – nothing as crude as tags, but things that actually look nice.
This was how she came across the Mentor. Late one night, she was busy spraying a moonlit lake on a wall when he appeared behind her, at first complimenting her art... and then asking her to spray something for him.
Although dubious at first, she swiftly deduced that he wasn’t a cop – a cop would have arrested her already. So, she quite happily sprayed a pentagram on the church wall prior to his instructions (And thoroughly enjoying the irony behind said act), and from there, the conversation grew far more... odd. Now here she is with super-powers like the guys in her favourite movies, and doing things for a guy for reasons unknown to her...
Position in the group & Relationships:Quite easily, Angel is the joker of the group. The first to make a quip or crack a joke in a tense situation, and an easy-going source of entertainment. She's also in the younger half of the group, which makes her far more likely to look for support from the older ones - being the caretaker of her brother from a young age, it's a refreshing change. Although happy to take charge if needed, she’s more than at ease to let someone else take the job.
☮Robert☮
The boy is an adventure-loving musician; what's not to love? He isn't too hard on the eyes either...
☮Toby☮
Has a pretty calming air about him. Seems like a dependable friend.
☮Cara☮
Ah. Bluntness. What a refreshing change in this world of political correctness. Also a potential foe when it comes to debating.
☮Nick☮
Hell, the boy can draw. He seems pretty sweet too - although not overly so, thankfully. His bootlegging of alcohol tells me that.
☮Nina☮
If I were to describe her in one word, it would be bitch. But hell, being a bitch isn't always a bad thing. I do admire girls and their claws, and she's got the sharpest of them all. Quite the hellion one looks for in a friend.
☯Eddie☯
Seems kind of meek, not really one to stand up for himself. Which is slightly irritating, but hey, the guy hasn't done anything bad to me.
☯Sloane☯
A fellow admirer of art, and isn't irritating so far.
⚡Teryn⚡
Ugh. I admire stubbornness, but clinging to one's opinions when proven wrong is pathetic. Lady also has some severe issues with everything and everyone, it would seem. Also, she hates dogs. Who hates dogs? THEY'RE SO FLUFFY!
☮Skylar☮
Reminds me of me, somewhat – although she seems sweeter than myself. A good friend – almost motherly, which is appreciated more than she knows.
☯Daniel☯
He seems nice enough, but is almost like a puzzle – one which I am itching to try and solve.
Extra:Likes to partake in some underage drinking – moreso than what one would consider to be healthy.
Dotes on the family dog – a clumsy Alsatian by the name of Dexter.
Is a supreme geek lord – will thrash your ass in any trivia in regards to her favourite fantasy novels or media.
Thanks to an extremely paranoid crazy army dad, was taught how to use Morse Code from a very young age.
Animal Form:Black Coyote
Power:Déjà Vu:Can give the feeling of Déjà Vu to anyone, by wiping their memory from the past few seconds – this can cause slight disorientation, or simply a repetition of a phrase or sentence. Useful if she needs to record or remember a conversation, or slip away without them realising.
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